<?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-9216630830680937110</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:40:11.149-08:00</updated><category term='platforms'/><category term='the art institute'/><category term='tights'/><category term='fuschia lips'/><category term='random'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='street style'/><category term='tats'/><category term='polyvore'/><category term='my day'/><category term='curl'/><category term='herve leger'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='chunky heels'/><category term='bad hair day'/><category term='life'/><category term='post secret widget'/><category term='spring 2009 collection'/><category term='weekend trip'/><category term='reinventing'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='things'/><category term='new digs'/><category term='sworn oath broken'/><category term='new years'/><category term='speech'/><category term='lemony goodness'/><category term='hair cuts'/><category term='comm'/><category term='try and fail'/><category term='sequins'/><title type='text'>Charlemagne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-5399512537112395303</id><published>2010-12-08T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:17:43.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemony goodness'/><title type='text'>Decadence</title><content type='html'>I really like lemon pudding. In a cup, not the one that you have to make yourself. Yum :D&lt;br /&gt;AND pure happiness! hipster dinorsaurs!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/ihatedinosaurs/hipster-dinosaurs-ppz?ref=nf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-5399512537112395303?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/5399512537112395303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=5399512537112395303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/5399512537112395303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/5399512537112395303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2010/12/decadence.html' title='Decadence'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-1044475266890147778</id><published>2010-11-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:00:51.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>There are only a few things that I let really get to me. I try to not be too critical of myself at times, because we all know we are our own worst critics, but I absolutely cannot stand when I put so much sweat, blood, and tears into something only to have SOMEONE ELSE come in and grade it harshly or say that it's not ENOUGH. And yes I am talking mainly in school right now. Sure, life isn't all fine and dandy and there are assholes out there who like to put people's hard work down, but I don't stand for that injustice. Art is very subjective. It comes off different to everyone. But art in schools, especially in contemporary times, can only be graded in terms of personal effort and work with the media. And nothing hurts more than seeing a piece that someone else did that you helped formulate the final idea and composition for get an outstanding mark when your own piece seems to fall short for "some unknown reason." I feel like all my efforts were in complete and total vain. What's even the point of trying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-1044475266890147778?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/1044475266890147778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=1044475266890147778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1044475266890147778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1044475266890147778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-1771375126595939452</id><published>2010-01-19T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:39:03.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Awesome Haircut Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6TMHCrBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dGMixkvtggI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100119_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6TMHCrBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dGMixkvtggI/s400/Snapshot_20100119_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660870928575506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6SrcI4tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kyXcLd92Obo/s1600-h/SANY3903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6SrcI4tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kyXcLd92Obo/s400/SANY3903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660862158693074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been one to just randomly cut my hair in some crazy fashion. This time I took some inspiration from Maja Ivarrson from The Sounds. She had part of her shaved off and the rest was long. So here's my rendition. I did what I could at supercuts ok! haha I actually quite like it. A LOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6kf_5I5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vTXKA-SX5BI/s1600-h/majaHair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6kf_5I5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vTXKA-SX5BI/s400/majaHair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428661168325075858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja Ivarrson's hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-1771375126595939452?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/1771375126595939452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=1771375126595939452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1771375126595939452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1771375126595939452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-awesome-haircut-yet.html' title='The Most Awesome Haircut Yet'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/S1Z6TMHCrBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dGMixkvtggI/s72-c/Snapshot_20100119_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-7282991179616311133</id><published>2009-11-01T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:10:59.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elphaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su52p2J1LeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gHvgDZJQjJE/s1600-h/elphaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su52p2J1LeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gHvgDZJQjJE/s400/elphaba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399383464547266018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su5zDP78WCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FmoKLCvuZ4w/s1600-h/SANY3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su5zDP78WCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FmoKLCvuZ4w/s400/SANY3679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399379502918555682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before people just go assuming I'm some measly witch, think again! AHA! I was Elphaba from Wicked for Halloween! :D She's one of my favorite characters so I couldn't help recreating her for that once a year holiday. That wasn't my only costume though. On Friday I was self proclaimed "Hot Mess" Barbie. Check it out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su50mtmOzNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zhiq64ptcxI/s1600-h/hot+mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su50mtmOzNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zhiq64ptcxI/s400/hot+mess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381211687603410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my friend up as "Scene" Barbie:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fz3-4cI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IFsZ_JUx-04/s1600-h/scene+barbie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fz3-4cI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IFsZ_JUx-04/s400/scene+barbie+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382192625213890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fnE4JFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WSOLi8HglmQ/s1600-h/scene+barbie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fnE4JFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WSOLi8HglmQ/s400/scene+barbie+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382189189637202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fVmnigI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QpHAvwUBJyE/s1600-h/scene+barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su51fVmnigI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QpHAvwUBJyE/s400/scene+barbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382184499317250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my friends was King Tut. Here's a pic of all three of us. The full length one is kind of a bad picture but it's the only one I have so I just have to deal :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su517kp0XuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dBQAuHtje-o/s1600-h/SANY3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su517kp0XuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dBQAuHtje-o/s400/SANY3673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382669575610082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su517XSldHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Bl7O8COHeCU/s1600-h/SANY3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su517XSldHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Bl7O8COHeCU/s400/SANY3674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382665988502642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last photo of my friend's second costume: Zombie with a severed head. I loved this thing. It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su52LenSdTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m-1PRQU3dOc/s1600-h/zombie+severed+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su52LenSdTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m-1PRQU3dOc/s400/zombie+severed+head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399382942832293170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!! I lied!!! I have one more picture: "The Aftermath" Wigs get itchy, you and your friends are drunk. Switch things up a bit. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su53mq9K88I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BVPQl-wDkJY/s1600-h/hot+mess+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su53mq9K88I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BVPQl-wDkJY/s400/hot+mess+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384509513397186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-7282991179616311133?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/7282991179616311133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=7282991179616311133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7282991179616311133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7282991179616311133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/11/elphaba.html' title='Elphaba'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Su52p2J1LeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gHvgDZJQjJE/s72-c/elphaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-417610916874706469</id><published>2009-07-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:28:09.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street style'/><title type='text'>Embracing Ugliness</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, a long while, since I last posted anything on my blog. Life's been hard but I'm not gonna get into that. In the months between March and July I finished my first year of college, moved all my crap from my dorm back to my little house in Cal City and then come back to San Diego to take summer classes with lots of stuff in between. Now all that's over and I need to find a job BAD. I haven't taken any pictures of outfits because, well quite frankly, I haven't worn anything worth taking a picture of. Well I might have but was too lazy to do so. And what I've realized is that in the summer I don't dress up nearly as much because it's so damn hot. Even though summer is my all time favorite season I've come to realize that I much prefer winter or any other colder weather soley for the fact that I can layer and wear much more clothing then. I'm the kind of person who likes to cover my body because it's not so pretty uncovered, so when summer comes around and I'm walking around flaunting off my not-so goodies in crappy old jeans with holes the side of small children in them I tend to get un-encouraged to do a fashion blog. Not to mention I brought the bare minimum back with me to my brother's (where I'm now staying til I can get a job and save enough money to get an apartment with my bestie. wish me luck!). But because I haven't posted anything in a while doesn't mean I haven't been keeping up with other lovely fashionable blogs, as well as some non-fashion blogs that I love. Today I stumbled upon a website called www.hel-looks.com and I've seriously been looking through all the pictures of, I THINK, Swedish street style. And I've got to admit, I'm really liking their strong love of everything ugly. These everyday people are so passionate about what they're wearing, no matter how ugly any average person would think it was, that it somehow becomes beautiful. I'm really enjoying it and they're so inspired! I just love it! I wish American people were so open minded and passionate about embracing ugliness like these people are. Gosh we're so stuffy! They make me want to go there. Get away from drab ol' American antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite street style outfits that I've looked at so far. I probably like it because 1.) it has leopard print and 2.) it's something I'd probably wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SmQJZF079AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SwmkBZhfaYw/s1600-h/stockholm+style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SmQJZF079AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SwmkBZhfaYw/s400/stockholm+style.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360419783143322626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see why I'd prefer winter right now? Look at how much more versatile clothes are when it's colder out:D&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really like about this site is that it isn't exclusive to stick thin model-esuqe looking people. There's some fat chicks in there! Hells yes!! And they ROCK their personal style. I can't get enough of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SmQLRpO6MHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bqIPB6Fk1hU/s1600-h/stockholm+style2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SmQLRpO6MHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bqIPB6Fk1hU/s400/stockholm+style2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360421854231801970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologize for the hiatus and as soon as my life settles itself out I promise I'll update more often. In the meantime go check out wwww.hel-looks.com. Ravage that shit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-417610916874706469?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/417610916874706469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=417610916874706469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/417610916874706469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/417610916874706469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/07/embracing-ugliness.html' title='Embracing Ugliness'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SmQJZF079AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SwmkBZhfaYw/s72-c/stockholm+style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-3275588436160081589</id><published>2009-03-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:51:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Sbiw2J4Gd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Rw672EH4KkM/s1600-h/SANY1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Sbiw2J4Gd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Rw672EH4KkM/s400/SANY1876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312190204894148418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Sbiw1xnpITI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oieTHyPXK7U/s1600-h/SANY1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Sbiw1xnpITI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oieTHyPXK7U/s400/SANY1874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312190198382666034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone!!! Long time no talk!! I blame it on school! Haha So I know this is a bit trashy, but bear with me, I was going clubbing haha. What can I say? What shows off your curves when you dance more than a form fitting dress? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-3275588436160081589?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/3275588436160081589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=3275588436160081589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3275588436160081589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3275588436160081589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/Sbiw2J4Gd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Rw672EH4KkM/s72-c/SANY1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-6064238153843481716</id><published>2009-01-30T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:40:30.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Vibrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImbJ50LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IE7oP_XuSco/s1600-h/SANY1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImbJ50LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IE7oP_XuSco/s400/SANY1771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157411679359154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImXyrG5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/cqImq-zn-24/s1600-h/floral.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImXyrG5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/cqImq-zn-24/s400/floral.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157410776619922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImou2wII/AAAAAAAAAHo/WuFOh_wIEcE/s1600-h/SANY1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImou2wII/AAAAAAAAAHo/WuFOh_wIEcE/s400/SANY1779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157415324008578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImvbqdXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w76BZufeD9Y/s1600-h/eirene+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImvbqdXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w76BZufeD9Y/s400/eirene+3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157417122559346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' this skirt man. Charlotte Russe's sales rack did me good!:D&lt;br /&gt;I need some new black tights. blahh&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I really do love that long dress, even if it does look terrible on my boobs. I'm determined to make it work!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the last photo is just an old messed up pic that I edited and it turned out kinda cool so I posted it up here:D Haha Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-6064238153843481716?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/6064238153843481716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=6064238153843481716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/6064238153843481716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/6064238153843481716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-vibrations.html' title='Good Vibrations'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SYNImbJ50LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IE7oP_XuSco/s72-c/SANY1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-2751805501665250699</id><published>2009-01-27T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:18:49.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new digs'/><title type='text'>Floral-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-i_-rrdKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxcJLd4DhM4/s1600-h/SANY1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-i_-rrdKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxcJLd4DhM4/s400/SANY1760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296130906852652194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-i_3PlZuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UbCXxOW6jjc/s1600-h/SANY1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-i_3PlZuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UbCXxOW6jjc/s400/SANY1742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296130904855766754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-jAMaFtqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IDA8W00oAvM/s1600-h/SANY1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-jAMaFtqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IDA8W00oAvM/s400/SANY1740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296130910536971938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-jAHAr-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HqJ0zx_moVg/s1600-h/SANY1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-jAHAr-mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HqJ0zx_moVg/s400/SANY1752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296130909088250466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went shopping last weekend and got me some new digs yo! Haha just kidding. I got this floral skirt, an awesome black leather clutch that only cost me 4 bucks, these tan heels, and my first and only strapless maxi dress. Usually strapless isn't my thing. I have big tits, remember? Strapless things and big jugs don't mix very well. But it looked so damn good on me haha so I bought it. I plan on putting some straps on it, maybe turn it into a halter, so it can hold my ta-tas up:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually wear that as an outfit. And I would never leave my room with my hair looking like that. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-2751805501665250699?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/2751805501665250699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=2751805501665250699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2751805501665250699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2751805501665250699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/floral-y.html' title='Floral-y'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SX-i_-rrdKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxcJLd4DhM4/s72-c/SANY1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-4350089411129655247</id><published>2009-01-16T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:01:42.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sworn oath broken'/><title type='text'>Not my usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SXGBedLC_MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s6lECsNCmzA/s1600-h/SANY1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SXGBedLC_MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s6lECsNCmzA/s400/SANY1685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292153397364063426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I look slightly retarded. Anyway, I had sworn to never ever ever wear leggings with just a shirt or something that didn't cover my butt fully. I went back on that sworn oath today. I find it to be quite disturbing to see someone's butt jiggling under the flimsy fabric. But I was lazy and I wanted a comfy quick outfit so I put this on. So sue me. My ass was jiggly today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-4350089411129655247?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/4350089411129655247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=4350089411129655247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4350089411129655247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4350089411129655247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-my-usual.html' title='Not my usual'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SXGBedLC_MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s6lECsNCmzA/s72-c/SANY1685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-8370212365915603343</id><published>2009-01-12T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:47:57.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring 2009 collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herve leger'/><title type='text'>Herve Leger</title><content type='html'>I am simply obsessed with Herve Leger's spring 2009 collection. The dresses make your imperfections go away! Even on a less that perfect body, Herve Leger dresses look amazing. Since I don't know how to make a collage (yet), I put all the pics from his collection on a slideshow.. I hope it works. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w83.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/leopardfreak_07/Herve Leger spring 2009 collection/03a7c32b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-8370212365915603343?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/8370212365915603343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=8370212365915603343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/8370212365915603343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/8370212365915603343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/herve-leger.html' title='Herve Leger'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-7638382166476720127</id><published>2009-01-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:26:09.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the art institute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDjEZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PViaZpC5lCE/s1600-h/SANY1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDjEZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PViaZpC5lCE/s320/SANY1637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289218338555814498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDSJ_b-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FqQ-eV7NSqY/s1600-h/SANY1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDSJ_b-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FqQ-eV7NSqY/s320/SANY1636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289218334015844322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDQCxxJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tNV3d4yxOBk/s1600-h/SANY1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDQCxxJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tNV3d4yxOBk/s320/SANY1632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289218333448717458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDDs6HsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TeL3Is6jGjo/s1600-h/SANY1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDDs6HsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TeL3Is6jGjo/s320/SANY1631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289218330135764674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, where to begin. Today Nancy had her orientation at the Art Institute of California, Hollywood and I went with her. This is what I wore. And let me tell you, as comfy as my Steve Madden ankle boots are, they're not meant for trekking to and around the Metrolink station. My dress is an old long skirt my sister had handed down to me a while back. It looks horrendous all long and mermaid like, so I usually wear hike it up and wear it as a short dress. I mean, come one! The print is to die for floral. I've had my leopardprint leggings since I was 15 or something like that. I love them to death. I hope I never have to part with them. The black blazer with big, metal buttons, is also a hand me down from my sister. I should thank her someday for the wonderful clothes she bestowed upon me:D My gold locket and charm necklace is a cheap little knick-knack from Forever 21. My hair is twisted back on the left side and pulled into a twisted pony at the nape of my neck on the right side. I did this so the innocent people at the Art Institute would see it:P I have to admit, I really liked it there, and I don't even go there! Now I kinda wish I did. If only they offered my major:( I'm an art major, by the way, with an emphasis in painting and printmaking. I would much prefer to be a drawing major but, unfortunately, my school doesn't offer that emphasis:( Maybe someday I'll post some of my art. Till then enjoy this little description of our day in Hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and make this short and simple. This is how the day went:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5:30. Got ready and left at 7:10ish. &lt;br /&gt;Got to Hollywood at 9:30. Just in time for orientation to start.&lt;br /&gt;Sat through a bunch of boring orientation stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Ate, more like scarfed down, lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Sat through some more boring orientation stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Ran around the building's 6th,7th, and 10th floors trying to fix Nancy's schedule, get her i.d. pic taken, get her fees paid, and get her enormous, gigantic, ridiculously heavy and expensive supply kit.&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 5 oclock to catch the Metro off Normandie and Wilshire. &lt;br /&gt;Got to Union Station.&lt;br /&gt;Freaked our cuz we didn't know where we were going. &lt;br /&gt;Got some help from a nice officer lady. Went on our way, and got even more confused.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the ticket booth for the metrolink, bought our tickets, feet killing us. &lt;br /&gt;Lugged our heavy ass shit up to the stairs to the platform. Sat on some dirty slab of cement, exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;Waited for our train that leaves at 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;At around 6 a train with a sign that says Lancaster on it arrives and I asked if that was ours, since it was going to Lancaster, and Nancy says no, that's Amtrak. We need metrolink. And I believe.&lt;br /&gt;We sit there in the freakin cold for 15 more minutes and then it hits me. Dude, that's our train!&lt;br /&gt;We get on it and go home. Get off at Lancaster, it's HELLA cold out and my skirt's flying up. We can't find Mary so I call her and she finds us. &lt;br /&gt;I run to the car and jump in the nice warm seat and let them two put the junk in the trunk:D hahahah That's my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-7638382166476720127?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/7638382166476720127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=7638382166476720127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7638382166476720127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7638382166476720127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWcUDjEZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PViaZpC5lCE/s72-c/SANY1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-1738856494485045596</id><published>2009-01-06T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:07:01.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tats'/><title type='text'>TheTale of My Tat</title><content type='html'>My tattoo behind my left ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenlybIZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lXAbRTu9Zlg/s1600-h/SANY1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenlybIZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lXAbRTu9Zlg/s400/SANY1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288455896691319186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenW7nplI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R_5QPZRwoRw/s1600-h/tattoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenW7nplI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R_5QPZRwoRw/s400/tattoo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288455892703356498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monroe. Not a tat, but I love it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenGlQRoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ebcSX1qgcXw/s1600-h/SANY1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenGlQRoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ebcSX1qgcXw/s400/SANY1610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288455888314582658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Nancy and I had made plans awhile back to all get tattoos together over winter break. We had agreed on getting tattoos in matching places because we each had a different idea of what we wanted. So that was settled. Until winter break actually came. Apparently no one saved up any money besides me... so I wasn't going to do the tattoo anymore because it was supposed to be a special thing between me and my two best friends. Luck was on our side though when Mary got her paycheck and therefore had the funds to pull through with the plan. Nancy, on the other hand, still didn't have the money so Mary and I said we'd split the cost of her tattoo so she could still get it with us. Lady luck struck again though when a lady paid Nancy to watch her birds for a week. So now we all could afford our special tats. So last week we looked up a few tattoo shops in the AV and were planning on going down to get them done sometime this week. Well, over the weekend, Nancy visited the swap meet, found some items she just could NOT pass up, and spent all her tattoo money:( So I'm super Bummed by now. This was so special to me. I really do keep to my word when I say I'm going to do something and I usually expect everyone else to keep to theirs too. I was super stoked for this tattoo, you know. So Nancy breaks the news to me but says me and Mary can still get ours if we wanted. Well I wanted. I wanted BAD. I said when she gets the money again we'll both go with her to get it. That way it's still like we did it together. The three of us. BFFs yo. Anyway, Mary and I got ours done today. We go on over to Nancy's afterward and show her. She doesn't seem to excited. I kinda just wanted her to say they looked good or cool or something. But nothing. I don't know. Is it ugly? Is she mad at me for getting it done without her? She told me that she didn't even want it behind her ear anymore(that's where we planned on getting all of our tats). It kinda makes me upset that she said that. On top of that her little sister says that its ugly to get it behind the ear. To be honest, it really hurt when they said that. This actually meant a lot more to me than just getting tattoos. It was like a marker of our friendship, which I cherish with my heart. And all Nancy was going to get was a small music note.  Which, in fact, is quite cute. I've seen a few pics of people with music notes tatted behind their ear and it's freakin' cute. Not to mention that she has a new hair cut that would totally flaunt it. It just seemed like the ideal situation. I'm sorry for the long rant. I'm just....bummed I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-1738856494485045596?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/1738856494485045596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=1738856494485045596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1738856494485045596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1738856494485045596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/thetale-of-my-tat.html' title='TheTale of My Tat'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWRenlybIZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lXAbRTu9Zlg/s72-c/SANY1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-4028519624251115135</id><published>2009-01-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:54:58.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chunky heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sequins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platforms'/><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/my_new_fav_obsessions/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5686981"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlBuMGFJcy1iM1JHeUxqNFgxcGVuX1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="My New Fav. Obsessions" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been obsessed with these shoes. I really want a pair of crazy heels like these, but sadly, I can't afford not one single pair:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/sequin_crazy/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5686936"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9OR2VuYy1iM1JHT3NSd1kxcGVuX1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Sequin Crazy!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second obsession: Sequins. I'll admit, I'm addicted to anything flashy and glitzy, but now that there's so much more, I just can't help myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-4028519624251115135?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/4028519624251115135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=4028519624251115135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4028519624251115135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4028519624251115135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-3123861458214645796</id><published>2009-01-05T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:35:17.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try and fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hair day'/><title type='text'>I tried to curl it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFzVFRiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B422YLZGALI/s1600-h/SANY1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFzVFRiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B422YLZGALI/s400/SANY1586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287739534141113890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFkQPtcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eC6dc1lsX40/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090105_17.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/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFkQPtcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eC6dc1lsX40/s400/Snapshot_20090105_17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287739530094294466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFDzfQJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HfFW9V-XEI8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090105_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFDzfQJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HfFW9V-XEI8/s400/Snapshot_20090105_14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287739521383743634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased with my hair.... for one day. Now I don't really like it at all because it looks horrid unless it's straightened. I didn't want a cut that I would be forced to straighten everyday because I've become increasingly lazy with my hair since I started college. There just isn't time to make it look all cute anymore. And since I can't leave my hair in it's natural texture, I thought I'd try curling it. It kind of worked if you look at the webcam pics (which by the way, I'm sorry are so shitty) but I believe the webcam actually makes my hair look better than it actually is. I tried to take a picture with my actual camera and the only one that came out is this one. I'm seriously considering cutting my own hair to make it work better with my natural texture. Oh yah, my bangs are hopeless, but usually those are the least of my worries. If need be I'll just cut them really short to match the right side and move on. They usually grow faster than the rest of my hair anyway. Haha sorry for the rant. It's just been bugging me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-3123861458214645796?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/3123861458214645796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=3123861458214645796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3123861458214645796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3123861458214645796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tried-to-curl-it.html' title='I tried to curl it...'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SWHTFzVFRiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B422YLZGALI/s72-c/SANY1586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-2500690378655251035</id><published>2009-01-03T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:42:43.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret widget'/><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- SpringWidgets | RSS Reader (#23) | Blogger | Generated on 01/03/2009 --&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" height="318" width="300" id="springwidgets_23" align="middle" data="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=RSS Reader.sbw" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=RSS Reader.sbw" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="param_param=http%3A%2F%2Fpostsecret.blogspot.com%2Ffeeds%2Fposts%2Fdefault&amp;param_style_borderColor=0x000000&amp;param_style_brandUrl=&amp;param_compactView=false&amp;param_blurbLength=512" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="0x000000" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font:11px/12px arial;width:300px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.springwidgets.com/widgets/view/23/?param_param=http%3A%2F%2Fpostsecret.blogspot.com%2Ffeeds%2Fposts%2Fdefault&amp;param_style_borderColor=0x000000&amp;param_style_brandUrl=&amp;param_compactView=false&amp;param_blurbLength=512&amp;width=300&amp;height=318" target="_blank" title="Get this widget!"&gt;Get this widget!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none;"&gt;Visit the &lt;a href="http://www.springwidgets.com" target="_blank"&gt;Widget&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.springwidgets.com/widgets" target="_blank"&gt;Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that came from my room mate was introducing me to post secret. It truly is amazing some of the things people hide from everyone else, and even themselves. My R.A. set up our own little post secret wall in our hall and we each took a square of paper and anonymously wrote a secret we wanted to get off our chests. It's so interesting to read them all and try and figure out whose is whose. The thing is, you can never pinpoint exactly which one belongs to anyone. And that's why I think post secret works so well. Each secret could belong to a multitude of people, which in effect, remains a secret, even though its out in the open now. Oh the wonders of anonymity. Go write to post secret. Relieve some stress or just go read some of other people's secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-2500690378655251035?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/2500690378655251035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=2500690378655251035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2500690378655251035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2500690378655251035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-springwidget.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-5502124409638629822</id><published>2009-01-02T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:03:03.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuschia lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cuts'/><title type='text'>New Hair and Fuschia Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgsZOezI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IVAeo1szkug/s1600-h/SANY1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgsZOezI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IVAeo1szkug/s320/SANY1549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969238484843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgUQBBWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bbSKTClzp2c/s1600-h/SANY1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgUQBBWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bbSKTClzp2c/s320/SANY1548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969232003761506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgMVx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3zF05nXqfi8/s1600-h/SANY1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgMVx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3zF05nXqfi8/s320/SANY1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969229880458642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Mary, Nancy, her sister Daisy and I took a trip to the salon. Nancy and I got our hair cut. We went in there knowing for sure what she was going to get and not knowing at all how I would cut mine. Mine was completely random and to be honest, I didn't even care what the lady did with my hair. I just wanted all the dead stuff cut off and my bangs back. I gave her full reins of my hair. If it turned out ugly I could fix it myself. I'm quite handy with scissors. Anyway she put my hair into a bunch of ponytails and like cut it in the ponytails. It was so cool. Haha. She layered it that way and then she textured my whole head including my bangs. I love texture:D She textured the right side of my bangs really thin and there were a few longer strands of hair there so when I got home I just got cut them off and I like how the right side is shorter now. I dig the asymmetrical look. All in all, I'm very satisfied with my new hair. Who new going in the salon today I'd come out with short hair again haha:D Nancy's was more planned out and she knew exactly what she wanted. She did a drastic change and chopped off ALL her long hair and got a pixie. She has pics of it on her blog at: www.thoughtsthoughtskoo.blogspot.com&lt;a href="http://www.thoughtsthoughtskoo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-5502124409638629822?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/5502124409638629822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=5502124409638629822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/5502124409638629822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/5502124409638629822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hair-and-fuschia-lips.html' title='New Hair and Fuschia Lips'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV8WgsZOezI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IVAeo1szkug/s72-c/SANY1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-72698244725026381</id><published>2009-01-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:55:34.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Bringing on the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3Geq3U6hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4oAhfAFA-yI/s1600-h/SANY1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3Geq3U6hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4oAhfAFA-yI/s320/SANY1508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286599767807552018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3GfLdtCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xwgt0XJnECk/s1600-h/DSCF8560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3GfLdtCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xwgt0XJnECk/s320/DSCF8560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286599776558451458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3GehiZ99I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vE01V5rHK6E/s1600-h/raising+the+bar2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3GehiZ99I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vE01V5rHK6E/s320/raising+the+bar2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286599765303883730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh another year past, a new year begun. It's funny how time flies and next thing you know it's the end of the year and you're partying it up with your besties watching the ball drop in New York City on T.V. This is to all the good times we shared. To all the good times we have yet to share. To our education and betterment of our lives. To the boys we will meet and the sex we will, or will not, be having in this brand spankin' new year. To making our dreams come true:D To actually KEEPING our new year's resolution:D Here's to making this year even better than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-72698244725026381?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/72698244725026381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=72698244725026381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/72698244725026381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/72698244725026381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2009/01/bringing-on-new-year.html' title='Bringing on the New Year'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SV3Geq3U6hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4oAhfAFA-yI/s72-c/SANY1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-7549269126943724264</id><published>2008-12-26T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:54:25.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>50 random things you probably didn't know about me... until NOW</title><content type='html'>1. I have a deathly fear of vomiting. No lie. Just ask Tiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cry when I watch people get hurt. Physically hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dream of being the little mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am musically retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I proudly admit I'm a Twilight fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have thousands of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dyeing my hair is an unhealthy obsession that will most likely leave me bald at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like the smell of my moms money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I see everything from an artist's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was little I was playing horsey with my brother and I told him to go faster and I slid off his back and hit my head on the corner of the wall and cracked my head open. I hope my brother doesn't still feel bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am ADDICTED and I mean ADDICTED to carmex. I CANNOT live without it. I swear they put heroin in it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love leopards and leopard print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Art is my number one love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Acting takes a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I give killer massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My favorite color is cerulean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I miss playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My left foot is fatter than my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I like to dress up my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Don't let me touch your closet because I will look through all your clothes and start making outfits and make you try them all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I say "fool" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I LOATHE it when people say "fail" and "epic fail". It makes me want to smack you multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Don't touch me with your nasty feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm sad to say that I miss the desert sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) I freakin' LOVE olives. I'm an olive LOVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) My nose tells me if the weather is too cold outside and if I should put warmer clothes and mittens on because it instantly turns like 30 degrees colder than the rest of my body:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Breasts are my least favorite part of human anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) I feel like I speak all Philosophically certain times of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) If I want something done right and done a certain way I'll do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) I get super paranoid and antsy and anxious when I'm by myself. I can't stand being alone, especially if there's silence involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) I have many fears. One of which is of rats. I once had a nightmare that there were thousands of rats crawling all over me in my sleep and I couldn't scream or do anything to get them off me. I literally felt their little teeth gnawing on my flesh, eating me alive. I hate rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) I've figured out hard math problems in my sleep before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) I'm overly analytical and I read into things too much sometimes. But during this process is when I find out most things about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) History is my worst subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) People perceive me as quiet and submissive, but I'm not like that at ALL. I just don't feel the need waste precious words on imbeciles. I am actually quite loud and opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) My damn rain boots don't keep water out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) I'm really conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) The international food aisle in the supermarket is my favorite aisle:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.) I'm thinking about actually staying in my major if art painting and printmaking. Although I am still a little apprehensive about the printmaking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.) I need to travel. It's not a want, a NEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.) I want a dog so damn bad, if I see another cute, well trained, lovable dog while I'm walking about I'll go ballistic and probably steal it and hide it in my dorm. Quit teasing me ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.) Facebook actually confuses the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) I'm more of a myspace girl myself. :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.) I like to con my brother into buying me stuff. I call it payback from when we were little and he would trick me into doing things for him by offering me a "reward" afterward. There was never no freakin' reward, you jerk!!! But it's ok:D I'm getting my payback:P he he he, iPod touch please, Ioannis:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.) I like reading too much. I love being lost in a fantasy world all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.) I love the apple with the fetuses in the center for seeds symbol from Fringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.) Tiana and I were really upset when we found out that Gossip Girl doesn't come back till January 5th. She took it harder than me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.) I'm addicted to coffee now. and I can't believe Starbucks discontinued their pumpkin spice lattes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.) I think it's funny when people think I'M the freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-7549269126943724264?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/7549269126943724264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=7549269126943724264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7549269126943724264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/7549269126943724264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-random-things-you-probably-didnt.html' title='50 random things you probably didn&apos;t know about me... until NOW'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-1599622058040627443</id><published>2008-12-26T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:35:51.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSXU7k2R8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mkQS20WD6kw/s1600-h/SANY1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSXU7k2R8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mkQS20WD6kw/s320/SANY1375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284014648657856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSWJp_1LFI/AAAAAAAAADw/OStTttvduJo/s1600-h/christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSWJp_1LFI/AAAAAAAAADw/OStTttvduJo/s320/christmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284013355449003090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSWJTqcg1I/AAAAAAAAADo/brkxyFG9D_w/s1600-h/SANY1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSWJTqcg1I/AAAAAAAAADo/brkxyFG9D_w/s320/SANY1380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284013349453726546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to dress better for Christmas this year but that plan fell through as soon as I felt how cold, windy and rainy it was today. Living in the desert isn't exactly the best environment to be around when you're wearing 4 in stilettos. I'd much prefer the city, where there is no mud, but I'll have to suffice. Today was a day for wide leg trousers, a black blouse with gray sweater vest over it and a brown plaid jacket, along with my cream fingerless convertible gloves/mittens, a gold locket with charms necklace, and my black croc pumps. I stayed nice and warm thank you very much. I wasn't about to freeze my tabooty off just to look cute on Christmas. And besides, I found it very appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-1599622058040627443?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/1599622058040627443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=1599622058040627443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1599622058040627443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/1599622058040627443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SVSXU7k2R8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mkQS20WD6kw/s72-c/SANY1375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-809375899033792693</id><published>2008-12-09T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:37:59.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>I know this is a bit belated but I totally forgot to post a blog about Thanksgiving. I went home, yay! Saw my besties Mary and Nancy. On Thanksgiving night we saw Twilight together, and I must say, Robert Pattinson is one freakin' hot vampire. Like too hot. I want him hahaha ok here's what we wore.. well me and Nancy. Mary didn't dress up. She doesn't share our love for fashion. Not YET.:D hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8P4usQ-oI/AAAAAAAAADg/nIre3Oq8U0I/s1600-h/SANY1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8P4usQ-oI/AAAAAAAAADg/nIre3Oq8U0I/s320/SANY1218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277954755582294658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8PXg7UhII/AAAAAAAAADY/3cWTg16cOdw/s1600-h/SANY1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8PXg7UhII/AAAAAAAAADY/3cWTg16cOdw/s320/SANY1236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277954184951661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8PFlPnsII/AAAAAAAAADQ/BNoAPSHokZo/s1600-h/SANY1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8PFlPnsII/AAAAAAAAADQ/BNoAPSHokZo/s320/SANY1213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277953876872900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I forgot to write about my beloved Mary's 18th birthday. We went downtown to a Fumari's, a Hookah bar, and we were going to go to a club called Static Lounge in downtown San Diego, but we ended up just going to In n Out afterward and chilling in my dorm room because her cousin who was supposed to tell us how to get there couldn't remember for the life of her where it was. That was dumb, but I had a great time with my bestie, Mary. And hell, the Hookah was good haha never thought I'd say that:D &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8K4UD_tSI/AAAAAAAAADI/0aZv9VBqIEA/s1600-h/SANY1150.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8K4UD_tSI/AAAAAAAAADI/0aZv9VBqIEA/s320/SANY1150.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277949250875929890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-809375899033792693?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/809375899033792693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=809375899033792693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/809375899033792693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/809375899033792693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8P4usQ-oI/AAAAAAAAADg/nIre3Oq8U0I/s72-c/SANY1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-4645012358667642017</id><published>2008-12-09T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:54.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm'/><title type='text'>Comm Speeches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8HBq6hehI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vrgvnawx7_c/s1600-h/speech+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8HBq6hehI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vrgvnawx7_c/s320/speech+3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277945013582526994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty much the only reason why I dress up in college. Every other time I'm either too tired or too lazy to put something cute on. But for those rare occasions where I have to give a speech, I get off my lazy ass and get put something shnazzy on. Ok so they're not so much shnazzy as kind of boring and plain, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Here's what I wore for my last speech. Those trousers kept riding up. What poop!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-4645012358667642017?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/4645012358667642017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=4645012358667642017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4645012358667642017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4645012358667642017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/12/comm-speeches.html' title='Comm Speeches'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/ST8HBq6hehI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vrgvnawx7_c/s72-c/speech+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-3411404496109553431</id><published>2008-11-23T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:07:04.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polyvore'/><title type='text'>Polyvore</title><content type='html'>Pretty cool site, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;so here's my first polyvore I guess you can call it. I made it just to show my friend an idea for an outfit. It really was just a test run of this thing. I think I am going to like this:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.sets?.mid=embed-gridv-485773&amp;_out=embed&amp;display=gridv&amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%2C%22replaceContainer%22%3A0%7D&amp;size=m&amp;uid=485773" style="display: block;" scrolling="no" width="162" frameborder="no" height="162"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed-find-485773&amp;amp;id=485773" style="border: 0pt none ; position: relative; left: 94px; top: -29px;"&gt;&lt;img title="Find me on Polyvore" alt="Find me on Polyvore" src="http://rsrc.polyvore.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt.png" style="border: 0pt none ;"&gt;&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/9216630830680937110-3411404496109553431?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/3411404496109553431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=3411404496109553431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3411404496109553431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/3411404496109553431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/11/polyvore.html' title='Polyvore'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-4484910816649526720</id><published>2008-11-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:19:36.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tights'/><title type='text'>Going through a tights frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSfN_zJac6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Jk6RSsxNC48/s1600-h/niceee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSfN_zJac6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Jk6RSsxNC48/s320/niceee.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271408384805598114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been really obsessed with tights. I love them footed, footless, opaque, knitted, colorful, lace, stirrup, you name it. I bought some dark green, almost teal, tights today and I was a bit worried they weren't going to fit because I bought them at F21 and I'm a bigger girl, so the clothes there don't exactly fit all the time. Anyway, I told my friend Nancy that if they didn't fit me I would just give them to her because she looks fantastic in tights and she's way thinner than me so they would for sure fit. So my money wouldn't be wasted. Well they fit. Good too. Sorry Nancy, I'll get you your own:D I was so happy, I took pictures:D(see left)  I also bought this leopard print shirt  for like 13 bucks so I was super stoked. Today turned out to be a good day. Even my RWS professor canceled class this morning. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-4484910816649526720?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/4484910816649526720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=4484910816649526720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4484910816649526720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4484910816649526720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-through-tights-frenzy.html' title='Going through a tights frenzy'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSfN_zJac6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Jk6RSsxNC48/s72-c/niceee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-2653459959596517939</id><published>2008-11-16T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:35:08.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend trip'/><title type='text'>Weekend trip back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCuFhGM4iI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ue_nl7SgcTA/s1600-h/DSCF7788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCuFhGM4iI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ue_nl7SgcTA/s320/DSCF7788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402973830439458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCtSZoR_bI/AAAAAAAAACA/9cgfwxNZhtQ/s1600-h/DSCF7767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCtSZoR_bI/AAAAAAAAACA/9cgfwxNZhtQ/s320/DSCF7767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402095652568498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCtGNQ1GHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Uoz4RXDWs4Y/s1600-h/DSCF7772.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCtGNQ1GHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Uoz4RXDWs4Y/s320/DSCF7772.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269401886174550130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCs8Q0I8qI/AAAAAAAAABw/VI8zgLKJ6Rw/s1600-h/weekend.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCs8Q0I8qI/AAAAAAAAABw/VI8zgLKJ6Rw/s320/weekend.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269401715329266338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I went home on Nov. 7th. It was about time I went back. I was feeling quite homesick and I missed my mom and friends so much.I didn't tell me friend Nancy that I was coming down because I was planning on surprising her. Friday night, when I arrived, I called Nancy and told her that my internet was down and I was bored so I decided to call. I never use the phone so it came as quite a shock to her. I talked to her normally for a few minutes. In the meantime I had my mom drive me to her house. When I got there I told Nancy that I would call her back real quick and I hung up. I quietly walked up to her front door, rang the bell and hid. When her sister, Daisy, opened the door I popped out:D Nancy came up and was so shocked that she ran away hahaha. Everyone was so excited to see me. It was a great surprise. That made me really happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That weekend was my friend Juliet's pageant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I had planned on going with Nancy at 7. Earlier that day Nancy and I went shopping. We ended up leaving the mall kind of late so we were going to be late for the pageant. I really wanted to see Juliet so I was going to go whether or not I was late. On our way back home our other friend Athena called Nancy and asked if she was going to the pageant. Of course we already were so she asked if Nancy wanted her to swing by and pick her up when she got into town. This was better then I thought my weekend was going to be. All of a sudden, my whole group of friends were in town at the same time and it couldn't have made me happier. Turns out Juliet's pageant was at 6 not 7 so we missed it completely, but we swung by Juliet's house and picked her up and we all went out for pizza. Talk about some good times man. It felt like the time that lapsed between then and the day we had last seen each other had been erased. Anyway, it was the best weekend ever. Nancy and I dressed real shnazzy. What can I say? When we get together we like to dress up and walk around like we own the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-2653459959596517939?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/2653459959596517939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=2653459959596517939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2653459959596517939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/2653459959596517939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-trip-back-home.html' title='Weekend trip back home.'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCuFhGM4iI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ue_nl7SgcTA/s72-c/DSCF7788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216630830680937110.post-4121281850574827858</id><published>2008-09-28T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:00:56.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reinventing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Oh the uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm debating whether or not I want to make this strictly a fashion blog or a personal journal type blog, or a mix of the both. As of now I think I'm leaning more towards the mix of the both option. Mainly because at this particular moment I don't have half of my wardrobe. Silly me. I left all my GOOD clothes back home when I moved into my dorm for college. All I brought with me are jeans and t-shirts. I didn't even bring a SINGLE pair of heels. I have no idea where my head was. Why didn't I bring heels?! My forgetfulness has lead me to have major shoe withdrawals and now I've been craving a shopping spree. Problem is the lack of money and transportation. I get it, I can take the trolley, blah blah, but I don't know my way around this place yet and it seems that everytime I make plans to go shopping with someone their plans change so it keeps getting delayed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't be spending money; that I should be saving it instead. If that's the case then why am I craving spending money so bad?! ahhh!! It's torture!!! And it doesn't help that I'm talking about it right now, reminding myself about it. So I'll elaborate about what I REALLY want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving some freaking hot ass heels man.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking a stacked heel right now. something really high.&lt;br /&gt;I am also in major need of a good bag. My totes aren't going  to cut it anymore. I need a more sophisticated bag to represent my new self that I am trying to portray to others. You see, my friend Nancy and I have made personal goals to reinvent ourselves through our wardrobes. If we can say who we are by the clothes we wear, then we have truly found ourselves. Through fashion of course.&lt;br /&gt;We want people to take notice of us being adults now. She wants to look more grown up so people will respect her more, and I want people to stop looking at my chest and think that's all there is to me. So I'm thinking I want a mix of sophisticated sexy, not TOO sexy, more classy, but still edgy to show off my personality. I don't know how I'm going to do this yet, but I figure that over time, everything will all pan out and figure itself out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm starting off slow. Over Thanksgiving break I'll bring back the rest of my clothes and shoes I left behind and hopefully work from there. I can go on and on forever, but it's quite late and I have a lot of homework to do tomorrow, so I'll continue this post later.&lt;br /&gt;~Eirene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216630830680937110-4121281850574827858?l=leopardfreak07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/feeds/4121281850574827858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216630830680937110&amp;postID=4121281850574827858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4121281850574827858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216630830680937110/posts/default/4121281850574827858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leopardfreak07.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-uncertainty.html' title='Oh the uncertainty.'/><author><name>LeopardFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17260532021265912761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MoW5arsgtB0/SSCu3fcOitI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bx9getc03Sc/S220/SANY1044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
