<?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-3516468044714107020</id><updated>2011-11-05T19:16:17.322-07:00</updated><category term='authors'/><category term='maureen johnson'/><category term='breaking dawn'/><category term='plans'/><category term='me'/><category term='hello'/><category term='movies'/><category term='john green'/><category term='scott westerfeld'/><category term='music'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='meg cabot'/><category term='dragon*con'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='work'/><category term='comments'/><category term='time'/><category term='stephenie meyer'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Don't get it right Get it written</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5834522044946038797</id><published>2011-06-30T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:23:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book signings and screenwriting</title><content type='html'>I went with a friend to meet Ally Carter today. While we were at B&amp;amp;N I picked up a copy of Essentials of Screenwriting by Richard Walter. Here's hoping it's good first step into the world of screenwriting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5834522044946038797?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5834522044946038797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5834522044946038797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5834522044946038797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5834522044946038797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-signings-and-screenwriting.html' title='book signings and screenwriting'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1292532741487425431</id><published>2011-05-26T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:56:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>Just checked out the views for this thing. There are more of you than I thought. Mainly because no one seems to comment (hint hint).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to post more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This started as something to track my writing (for a book) and I think it will be transitioning into tracking my writing (for a screenplay). Writing is just another art form I've added to my ever growing list of interests. The good news is everything I'm in to... all the different art forms... blend perfectly into film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1292532741487425431?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1292532741487425431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1292532741487425431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1292532741487425431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1292532741487425431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2011/05/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4329371639340935676</id><published>2010-12-04T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:35:19.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three seconds*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Going to normal college and taking normal classes is driving me INSANE! I don't care when Italy became known as Italy. I want to make opening sequences and pick music to play during the important parts of fictional characters lives. And not have to rant about books, scripts, and movies that have been ruined because they didn't hire me! Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "  &gt;Yes, I can ask you if you want to see Harry Potter, but I can't tell you how to make it look like a tornado is about to rip your house out of the ground. And yeah, sure, I can write and present a speech with a fever and get a B, but I have never given a pep talk before filming the first scene of a project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't care about statistics or economics. I don't want to learn how to ask for a pen in German. I just want to make a movie that I can be proud of and that my friends will enjoy. One that they don't have to lie when they tell me the like it. I want to make a movie they adore. I want to create characters they love with a soundtrack that kiss ass. I want the opening credits to make your jaw drop. And I want the end credits and music to be so good you stay until the very end. (Which I will then reward you for by having an extra clip when it's over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;*This is how far away I am from dropping out of KSU. I'm frustrated. I love the people at this school, but I want to study film, not the theory of film. I want a camera in my hands and editing software on my computer. I want a script in my bag and a pen nearby to make edits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;EDIT: Just looked at my horoscope for today (Sunday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Although today may be your day off, you still retain a strong desire to know where you are heading in your chosen profession. Your general career path may be the topic of a hot discussion now. But don't try to reach any final decisions or make a detailed action plan for what comes next. Instead, just give yourself the physical and metaphysical space to dream as big as you can, because nearly anything is possible. The greatest limitations at this time will arise from within your own mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4329371639340935676?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4329371639340935676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4329371639340935676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4329371639340935676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4329371639340935676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-seconds.html' title='Three seconds*'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5357383381517806965</id><published>2010-11-21T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:15:08.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>These past weeks have been interesting. Stressing out over school, thinking about the next year, wondering if I'll ever get to study film, making new friends, seeing harry potter. It's been a busy time. But I am enjoying myself. I do know that I want to be here until September. After that I don't know what will happen. It really depends on what happens between now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5357383381517806965?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5357383381517806965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5357383381517806965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5357383381517806965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5357383381517806965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5168049205933842041</id><published>2010-08-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:34:18.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New semester</title><content type='html'>School started today. I kept thinking it was going to be different from UWG, but KSU is still just a school. I do like the room I was in today. If I get the same seat the rest of the semester that will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one class today. Computers and your world. ("Not my world. Your world is different from my world. I'm an old fart." - R. Shaver) It was good. We can't have our computers on during class, but other than that it should be great. We watched a youtube video, heard a really good joke, and heard Shaver cuss. Five times. In two minutes. It should be a good semester with this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have three classes. French - I can't use English properly so this should be interesting. History -  In the first email the professor sent out he called himself an idiot. Who knows how this will go? And Public speaking - I've taken a similar class before so this shouldn't be too terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5168049205933842041?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5168049205933842041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5168049205933842041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5168049205933842041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5168049205933842041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-semester.html' title='New semester'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5630955238421714843</id><published>2010-08-09T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:10:28.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did try</title><content type='html'>Warning: I am extremely vague in this post. You can just skip down to the good news I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  did the one thing I wanted to avoid. In a way, I did two things.  Neither favorable. I told someone. That's the second thing. The first is  who I told. The one person I know for a fact is off having a blast far  away from whatever might be happening in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to  keep it in, but they were online and today... today was notsome and I  let it get to me. I wanted to let this person have their fun and not  bother them with something stupid. Clearly, I failed. And then I ran.  Not actual running. I just sort of... closed the page. I am such a  child. I should "go back" but I really didn't want to say anything. Ugh!  I am so mad at myself for this. What I think makes it worse is that we  aren't even close. I would like us to be, but not because of something  like this! It's my own fault, really. Like most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did  say they were in a dream world. Not now, but when they had to be around a  similar thing. The only problem is that I handled (or, more  appropriately, didn't handle) Josh's death by doing that. I just started  getting things back to normal. Going back would kill me. Not a very  good dream world, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news of the day: I did beat  Bayonetta this morning. And I noticed a pattern forming. The two games  I've beaten are Bayonetta and Batman. Things they have in common? Well,  B's. And characters wearing tight black leather. What does this say  about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5630955238421714843?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5630955238421714843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5630955238421714843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5630955238421714843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5630955238421714843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-did-try.html' title='I did try'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5903859138448396205</id><published>2010-07-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:02:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever...?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever consider authors you have met to be your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. And I wonder if it's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5903859138448396205?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5903859138448396205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5903859138448396205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5903859138448396205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5903859138448396205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever...?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7362464166998162657</id><published>2010-07-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:55:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday hurt</title><content type='html'>My blood pressure way doing some freaky things that made my head hurt the entire day. It got so bad at one point that I started to cry when my sister sent me a text message. When my mom got home from work and my sister from school I went in to my parents room to talk with them. I really wanted some coffee and my sister has one of those Starbucks frappuccino bottle things in the fridge so I was hoping she would let me have it and just buy her a new one when I didn't want to decapitate myself. So I went in my room and grabbed my change jar and went back into the room with them. Kim asked how much change I had and my reply was "This. I had more but Obama took it all." Now, don't get me wrong Obama is whatever. I don't care about Obama. But my head hurt and I knew my mom would get a kick out of it. (She laughed for a while so I was right.) And in the ten minute conversation that followed I cussed a few times. (Not something I do very often.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I telling you this? I don't really know. Maybe, I want to share something that most people wouldn't. I am a private person. (Said the girl with two blogs, a few youtube channels, twitter, and tumbler.) It is a moment that I got to forget that my head might explode and just be. And then my head exploded. Okay, that didn't happen. I went with my dad to the store and got a coffee. It didn't help any, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some scrambled eggs later and that stopped it long enough to fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7362464166998162657?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7362464166998162657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7362464166998162657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7362464166998162657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7362464166998162657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-hurt.html' title='Monday hurt'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4053467799653777430</id><published>2010-04-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:45:35.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah! What now?!</title><content type='html'>I am driving 285 and this silver charger jumps in between me and the jeep behind me. He stays on my ass for a few miles so I try to wave him off. I think this is when he honked at me. A few miles later he goes passed me, honking. So I honk back (b/c he was like three feet from my car!). And then he flashes his lights. Not his head lights. His cop lights. A damn police officer pushed me down 285. (Once he passed me he went speeding off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Carrollton and all the traffic lights are out. The power went out just before I drove through town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4053467799653777430?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4053467799653777430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4053467799653777430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4053467799653777430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4053467799653777430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/04/gah-what-now.html' title='Gah! What now?!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2802829410186095196</id><published>2010-04-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:11:33.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me, baby, one more time</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I removed my description of the accident. I may add it when this is settled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears came on my iPod on the Friday drive home from U of Hell. But that isn't why I used that lyric for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was hit. Car to car contact.   The cops finally showed up. We told them what had happened and ended up filling out a page for our insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I got some pizza. I dropped her off and went to see my old high school's production of Guy and Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. That would be a lame post if I cut if off here so I will continue. I'll take a page from John Green and call this "After".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way there I started freaking out. Not major freakage but I suddenly felt everything. I was scared and nervous. It was like I had been caught doing something when I was five. My hands were shaking when the show started so I went and bought a cookie (well, two. one was for Patrick, who was sitting with me). For some reason I thought sugar would help. It didn't but it didn't hurt either. After intermission (which for some odd reason I keep calling half time) Patrick went and sat with one of our friends and I stayed put. This, oddly enough, is what I think helped me. Don't get me wrong, I love Patrick, but just sitting there by myself and just... sit made me feel more calm. I had barely been alone since the accident and I needed to... deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did not, however, help me with my growing fear of car accidents. It's too bad I don't have to write anymore "cultural  events" for my M&amp;amp;G class. This would have been perfect for that assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2802829410186095196?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2802829410186095196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2802829410186095196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2802829410186095196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2802829410186095196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/04/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='Hit me, baby, one more time'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5012404529593377052</id><published>2010-04-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:00:15.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Lovely</title><content type='html'>So... I have been blogging over on my old old old myspace. Sorry about cheating on you. School is over very soon and I have to admit that this makes me happy. Insanely happy. Not just because it means no school for two months. Oh no. That would suggest that I am average. Nothing about me is average. Remember that. I am happy because May 6th is the VERY last day I am going to be at this school. I NEVER EVER EVER have to come back! feel the excitement! Feel it!! It is new harry potter book exciting. Its meet your favorite actor/actress exciting. Its forget how to spell exciting exciting. (really. I only got it right on the first try for that last one. its not a difficult word!) This is why I am happy. It is to the point where I laugh at anything. I'm just so... happy. If someone started singing  that song (you know the one) I would clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get to bed now. I have stuff to do and plan tomorrow that I can't put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! one more thing. I know what has to be my first tattoo. "Proud" in some font that I will pick out later. It would go on my wrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5012404529593377052?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5012404529593377052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5012404529593377052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5012404529593377052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5012404529593377052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-lovely.html' title='Hello Lovely'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7113523617720449380</id><published>2010-04-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:23:03.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="30"&gt;On June 13th, 2008 I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life. It happens. Always has, always will. You have a past  and it may have faults. Life is a thing that comes and goes so quickly  that you have to jump on board and take the ride of... well, your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit something here. I did not jump. I thought I did, but here I am sitting (I'm not actually sitting, mind you) on this platform, waiting. I am done waiting. I am going to skip around for a bit to get my legs nice and warmed up and then I am going to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7113523617720449380?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7113523617720449380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7113523617720449380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7113523617720449380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7113523617720449380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-june-13th-2008-i-wrote-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7390861156752087268</id><published>2010-04-04T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:32:24.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Remember when I used to post blogs. Yeah. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just posted my first (i think) comment on Hayley's blog. You know. Hayley G. Hoover. She is amazing and I know that when I am having a bad bay something she has said will make me laugh. So she asked the readers to answer a few questions. Since she always manages to come through for me I figured it wouldn't be very difficult to do that for her. (I just remembered that she @replied me the other day. Seriously fangirled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is April which should mean that I am starting script frenzy but... I am not. Why? Because I am lazy. Well, normally that would be the case, but for once it is not. I am not working on my script because I am working out. Now I know I could do both, but come on. It's me we are talking about. I can't balance school, the internet, working out, AND writing a script. It's too much. Okay, fine. I am lazy. But when it comes down to it working out is better time spent. I am... lets go with fluffy. I am fluffy. I wish to have less fluff. Less fluff would be very nice. So that is what I am working on. I started a youtube page (which rarely update) about me getting ride of some fluff. I won't be sharing a link to that however because I am still freaked out about it. That is why I don't update it. Also, because I don't want to fail. Especially some place people can see. I just... I don't know. I feel like I will fail and I don't want to let the six people that have subscribed to me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7390861156752087268?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7390861156752087268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7390861156752087268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7390861156752087268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7390861156752087268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8830525527779785219</id><published>2010-03-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:02:11.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Hey there.</title><content type='html'>So..uh..did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been crazy busy with school. It's my last semester at the university I am currently attending. I am going to be a transfer student at the school that is a 10-15 minute drive from my house which means no more dorm rooms (Thank you, Mom and Dad!), a weekend job (money!), and being around my friends (I miss them when I'm down here). I won't have a major, which is, you know, bad, but I know I will be MUCH happier. This school is great it's just not my style. I was trying to find a school with a film major, but the search kinda failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be doing script frenzy next month and I'm VERY excited about it. I bought half a case of paper just for scripts. I have been growing fond of the script writing process. I always thought I was better at dialogue so writing scripts is PERFECT for me. And the paper is recycled (PLUS!). I need a story so I can map out what my script is going to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is next week. Five days of class and then a glorious week of "freedom". I'm just going home and since my sister's spring break was this past week I might be the person driving her to and from class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8830525527779785219?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8830525527779785219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8830525527779785219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8830525527779785219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8830525527779785219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-hey-there.html' title='Oh! Hey there.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7735305102743325445</id><published>2009-12-24T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:55:41.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives me hope</title><content type='html'>I can't remember where I found the link, but i have spent several hours reading the posts. It amazes me what people will do. Kill them with Kindness as the saying goes. It inspires me. I wish to be like these people every day. Until the end of days. It's tiny things that people do that make me believe in something better. I admit that I have my moments of doubt, but this helps. It reminds me of the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found operation beautiful. I'll be on the hunt for post its tomorrow before my family has Christmas brunch at my aunt's house. I'll sneak a post it on to their bathroom mirrors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7735305102743325445?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7735305102743325445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7735305102743325445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7735305102743325445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7735305102743325445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/12/gices-me-hope.html' title='Gives me hope'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7793115873982569131</id><published>2009-11-01T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:28:14.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Right now I am listening to the wizard rock starter pack and writing a post for this blog when I should be working on my novel or making sure all the major homework assignments are taken care of before the day it's due. Well, at least I'm writing something. And I am almost positive that there isn't anything due this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my high school this weekend and watched their fall show, The Papers. It was good, but my favorite show WHS has put on so far is Music Man. I admit I am a bit biased. I was in that show and it was my first production. This coming weekend I am going to their last football game of the year. It is senior night and I want to support my kids. It will however be the last high school football game I go to for a long time. I will also be going to the Art institute of Atlanta on Saturday. I am very excited about this! Well, I think my nails are dry and I need to go wash my hands so I don't feel like my hand is made of rock. See you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7793115873982569131?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7793115873982569131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7793115873982569131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7793115873982569131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7793115873982569131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6937791393311093716</id><published>2009-10-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:52:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>I hope I have enough time to complete NaNoWriMo this year. I may start now and stop in 30 days. I know what I want to write about already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6937791393311093716?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6937791393311093716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6937791393311093716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6937791393311093716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6937791393311093716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1196709674642305786</id><published>2009-10-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:03:59.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives you hell</title><content type='html'>There is a guy sitting across from me. Sleeping. He was watching a movie on his laptop but kept falling asleep. So he closed it up and went to sleep. He just woke up b/c a door shut across from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I love to blog. But in the long run it might mess things up. You never know if you will say something and a few years later someone pulls it up and twists your words. I'm not too worried b/c lets face it. I'm not saying things that will upset a ton of people. I should look at older posts to make sure that statement is true but I really don't feel up to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received Oh. My. Gods. in the mail last Saturday. I've read three pages so far. It looks like it will be a fun read. I ended up rereading Let it snow. It's written by John Green, Maureen Johnson, and Lauren Myracle. It's a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping guy just had a girl wake him up and make him go with her. I'm going to assume it was his girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1196709674642305786?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1196709674642305786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1196709674642305786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1196709674642305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1196709674642305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/10/gives-you-hell.html' title='Gives you hell'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3063317551114621663</id><published>2009-09-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:55:28.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won? haha. I won!</title><content type='html'>I won a book! I didn't even know about it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in Ga.... have been crazy. The basement at my house didn't get flooded like the houses on the news,but a few inches did come in under the doors and soaked the carpets and the drywall we had down there that was going to be used in the living room. The boxes of holiday decorations were soaked as well, to this weekend I will be going home to remove things from those boxes and put them in the plastic storage my mom picked up two of three days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3063317551114621663?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3063317551114621663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3063317551114621663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3063317551114621663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3063317551114621663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-won-haha-i-won.html' title='I won? haha. I won!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2128858465859612817</id><published>2009-09-10T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:53:03.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little</title><content type='html'>Missing someone with all of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2128858465859612817?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2128858465859612817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2128858465859612817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2128858465859612817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2128858465859612817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/09/little.html' title='little'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8330504881983201210</id><published>2009-09-06T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:06:44.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little voice in my head</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that if you start to reconnect with a TV character you pick up little things from them. I seriously just started thinking about what I would say in this post and the voice in my head sounded like Buffy Summers. You know... SMG? It was WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I post this it might be on Sunday so each time I say today you need to know that I mean Saturday. Today (Saturday. Just wanted to help with that one.) I met four authors. One of which I REALLY wanted to see, a second that I thought was a different person, but turned out to be someone I would have LOVED to meet had I not had a brain fart, a third that I knew was an author when he walked up to the shelf I was at and started signings his books, and the fourth was there to meet the first b/c they have the same agent and b/c her first book comes out in a month. I Googled her and realized why she was so familiar looking. One of the blogs in my blog list posted about her a few weeks ago. I wish I had been able to be more excited for her when she told me that. I also met an unofficial author. As in she is trying to be a writer. She is "working on it". I wish er the best of luck. Had I not been 1)tired (I went into Atlanta before the signing to try and buy Dragon*Con tickets for next year) and 2) distracted (My mom wandered away leaving me nobody to (comfortably) talk to I would have been able to enjoy the day to its fullest. I guess I still have some of my vlogging habits intact b/c I know I enjoyed everything about today even though I didn't know it right that second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you want to know who I met. So... I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;1- Ally Carter&lt;br /&gt;2- Lauren Myracle&lt;br /&gt;3- Lang Buchanan (It's two people, but the guy was there)&lt;br /&gt;4- Janice Hardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8330504881983201210?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8330504881983201210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8330504881983201210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8330504881983201210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8330504881983201210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-voice-in-my-head.html' title='Little voice in my head'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5135802171099126544</id><published>2009-09-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:25:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ello love</title><content type='html'>Last night was terrible. It took forever for me to fall asleep and when I did I had the worst dream I've had in a long time. I am almost positive that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why last night was so bad. I had a coffee. I went so long with out having coffee that every time I do now it freaks out my body. It's the coffee that kept me awake. I watched an episode of BTVS and when it was over I tried to sleep again. I should have watched a second episode because I ended up staying awake for another hour. It upset me so much that when I fell asleep the feeling transferred into dream land. The dream was about my dad. All I remember is that I had to take him to the ER and that my mom wasn't there yet. The waiting room looked like a fast food restaurant so I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't talk myself into waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think about it until I made my own coffee this afternoon. I am worried that tonight will be worse. It scares me to the point that I don't really want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5135802171099126544?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5135802171099126544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5135802171099126544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5135802171099126544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5135802171099126544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/09/ello-love.html' title='&apos;Ello love'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5896027037404749855</id><published>2009-08-26T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:40:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me laughing</title><content type='html'>While I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Demi Lovato. I don't care if she is from disney. She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at school and I still seem to fail at blogging. I'm going to work on that. Really, I will! I give you my word. If I don't start blogging more I will post a video link of me dancing. The Hoedown Throw-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Hannah Montana dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kai had to learn it. Funniest thing EVAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about changing majors. Right now I'm an English major. Writing is still a passion, but would you want me to be the one teaching your kids about grammar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unsure about the answer, I'll give you a hint. Say "NO". I only learned this year the difference between "it's" and "its".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really my fault. Well, I guess you could look at it from a certain angle and say it is, but really, It's not. Let's go into a bit of back story. I was born 50% deaf. I had ear-tubes (that look like Christmas trees, btw) and I got my hearing "back". The thing is that While I had those tubes, I was learning language. And By language I mean I was learning how to talk. The way kids learn language is by listening. Seeing what their parents say when they touch things. Or watching Barney, etc. SO I was learning to repeat what I heard. Most of which I heard wrong. I still remember thinking to the color yellow was called lellow. It's close, but wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back story not even near being over, but I think I'll finish later tonight or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5896027037404749855?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5896027037404749855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5896027037404749855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5896027037404749855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5896027037404749855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/08/youve-got-me-laughing.html' title='You&apos;ve got me laughing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-282920279749069718</id><published>2009-06-22T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:18:40.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in thought?</title><content type='html'>I started watching lost back in April. Then I got back into reading (I have finished 10 books in the past four or five weeks) and I just haven't had the time to update this blog. I haven't even made a youtube video for my own channel since....April. I give my word that I will try harder to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-282920279749069718?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/282920279749069718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=282920279749069718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/282920279749069718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/282920279749069718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-in-thought.html' title='Lost in thought?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4322415384055144952</id><published>2009-05-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:42:48.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something of Note</title><content type='html'>That title is wrong is so many ways. I just looked at the 2008 posts. There are over a hundred. So far in 2009....4. Not going to let that stay like that. I am sitting in my class waiting to take my first final. Everyone is studying...except me. Whatever though. Cramming doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy taking a picture of us. Weird... Still there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Started the vlog project on youtube. Fantasmicnerds. I am Thursday (don't know if I've said that yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude is freaking me out. A lot. I need to stop now. I'll try to post a lot this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4322415384055144952?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4322415384055144952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4322415384055144952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4322415384055144952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4322415384055144952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-of-note.html' title='Something of Note'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4832512156032760865</id><published>2009-04-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:25:21.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just...gah</title><content type='html'>Again with the no blogging. How can I be a writer if I don't... you know.... write? There really isn't anything exciting to report. School ends this coming week. Tomorrow is my last class. The I have a final on Friday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Then summer starts. I still need to find a job. Money...I miss the days of being able to trade things. I wasn't alive when that was how most things were "bought", but I'm guessing it was a good time to shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4832512156032760865?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4832512156032760865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4832512156032760865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4832512156032760865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4832512156032760865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-justgah.html' title='I just...gah'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2718612856448848154</id><published>2009-02-27T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:09:44.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic fail</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in over a month! How could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with classes, papers, exams, and the like, but I have had free time. In all honesty, it's just because I'm lazy. I reread John Green's Paper Towns and Maureen Johnson's 13 Little Blue Envelopes. I am currently reading another one of John's books, An Abundance of Katherines. I've tried to read it before, but I  just could not get into it. Now....it is wonderful. It's all about your frame of mind. When I tried to read it before I had just read his other two books and was absolutely in love with those stories that I didn't want to read anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've gotten back into reading I have also started thinking about writing. The reason I say thinking is because I have actually worked on anything. I'm just playing around with names and personalities. It's just a fun thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking six classes this semester. Two are astronomy. These (and my history class) are my favorites. I am thinking about doing a full month of vlogging. If so I'll post the site link to my channel. And I give you my word that I WILL post more. It feels good being about to talk about things. I've missed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have some movies here next to me that are almost demanding to be watched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2718612856448848154?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2718612856448848154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2718612856448848154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2718612856448848154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2718612856448848154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-fail.html' title='Epic fail'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3054269163741421750</id><published>2009-01-07T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:48:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud music and all i get is the beat</title><content type='html'>The room next door loves loud music. The room above likes to stomp instead of walk. Here is to four months of....fun. I'm posting a short little goob of a video on youtube right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just said goob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my picture? Where did it go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3054269163741421750?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3054269163741421750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3054269163741421750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3054269163741421750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3054269163741421750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/01/loud-music-and-all-i-et-is-beat.html' title='Loud music and all i get is the beat'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3248422001688399376</id><published>2009-01-02T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:34:09.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year!</title><content type='html'>I love 2009 already. I feel like something amazing is about to happen and I am in the front row. That is all for now. I have a song in my head and I need to write it down fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3248422001688399376?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3248422001688399376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3248422001688399376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3248422001688399376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3248422001688399376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New year!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2483386055140767015</id><published>2008-12-10T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:18:21.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was the night before finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Twas the night before finals, and all through the college,&lt;br /&gt;The students were praying for last minute knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Most were quite sleepy, but none touched their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of essays danced in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the taverns, a few were still drinking,&lt;br /&gt;And hoping that liquor would loosen their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;In my own dorm room, I had been pacing,&lt;br /&gt;And dreading exams I soon would be facing.&lt;br /&gt;My roommate was speechless, her nose in her books,&lt;br /&gt;And my comments to her drew unfriendly looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drained all the coffee, and brewed a new pot,&lt;br /&gt;No longer caring that all my nerves were shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my notes, but my thoughts were muddy,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.&lt;br /&gt;"Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver,&lt;br /&gt;But each place I called refused to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel,&lt;br /&gt;With futures depending on grades had in school.&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, our door opened wide,&lt;br /&gt;And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spirit was careless, his manner was mellow,&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, he started to bellow:&lt;br /&gt;"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On last year's exams!&lt;br /&gt;On Wingit and Slingit, and last minute crams!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message delivered, he vanished from sight,&lt;br /&gt;But we heard him laughing outside in the night.&lt;br /&gt;"Your teachers have pegged you, so just do your best.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Finals to all, and to all, a Good Test!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2483386055140767015?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2483386055140767015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2483386055140767015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2483386055140767015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2483386055140767015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-finals.html' title='T&apos;was the night before finals'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8724289868010597500</id><published>2008-12-06T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:51:55.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have failed</title><content type='html'>I have failed to keep this blog running properly (posting everyday). I have failed to keep this blog on its original purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr. I will try to make it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8724289868010597500?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8724289868010597500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8724289868010597500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8724289868010597500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8724289868010597500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-failed.html' title='I have failed'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2432504151609593280</id><published>2008-11-20T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:59:06.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I just saw it. I LOVED it. There were things missing that I really wanted to see, but the overall was fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2432504151609593280?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2432504151609593280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2432504151609593280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2432504151609593280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2432504151609593280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8159693132026753240</id><published>2008-11-15T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:54:00.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know its still a holiday away, but I'm watching Jack Frost. In it Jack, the father, dies around Christmas. My freshman year of high school my mom was really sick. There was a time that we thought there was no way she could get better. It was scary. I was  fourteen and trying to figure out how I would survive without her. After nearly a month in the hospital something happened (not sure what b/c those details were never shared with me.) and she started to get better. Like I said, it was scary, but things turned out all right in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8159693132026753240?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8159693132026753240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8159693132026753240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8159693132026753240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8159693132026753240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3474075138565693762</id><published>2008-11-14T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:07:06.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good plan!</title><content type='html'>Even though have a stack of unread books sitting just feet away from me, I am going to reread LYKY (I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You. See the reason for the short version.) by Ally Carter. I'm not going to read it because its closer, in fact I had to hunt it down (my sister had it for a year), but because every time I read a post on ally's blog (check the sidebar) I feel the need to read her books. Its not something that happens with other peoples blog/vlog. I'm not sure what it is, but I can't keep ignoring it. SOMETHING wants me to read her books again, so I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3474075138565693762?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3474075138565693762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3474075138565693762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3474075138565693762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3474075138565693762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-plan.html' title='Good plan!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5030434161440500836</id><published>2008-11-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:50:28.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some inspiration to get past frustration</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm falling behind. That I should have accomplished so much more than I actually have. I will hear a song, read a book, or watch a movie that involves someone my age and think "What did they do to get so far in life when I can't get past this road block?" I may have brought this on myself, but at the same time I don't know how or how to get past it. I want so much out of life that nothing seems possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5030434161440500836?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5030434161440500836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5030434161440500836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5030434161440500836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5030434161440500836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-some-inspiration-to-get-past.html' title='Need some inspiration to get past frustration'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1170942269430249555</id><published>2008-11-09T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:26:38.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each time</title><content type='html'>Every time I think about the authors I've met or that I wish to meet I look at their books and think that I don't want to be one of the ones that figures out what they are good at later in life. I want to know now if I'll be good at writing. I want to know now if I can give someone the same experience I get when I read one of my favorite books. I don't feel like I know enough right now, but at the same time I feel like now is when I have to start. I want to be serious about something that will be there whenever I need it. It almost seems like I am using writing as a crutch to get through life.  I didn't even write that in the way I meant. I am sure I've said this before, but I have always had certain things in my life. Chorus,when that was over I would do Drama. And band when it fit. Since those aren't big things anymore it seems to me that I replaced them with writing. Its not even a proper replacement b/c I don't work on anything unless I am extremely bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1170942269430249555?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1170942269430249555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1170942269430249555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1170942269430249555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1170942269430249555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/each-time.html' title='Each time'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3620482125855366137</id><published>2008-11-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:23:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdfighter!</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I saw John again and I got to meet The Katherine and Hank. I got Hank's cd and the last Nerdfighter tour shirt. I took pictures with the three and it was an amazing evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3620482125855366137?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3620482125855366137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3620482125855366137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3620482125855366137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3620482125855366137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/nerdfighter.html' title='Nerdfighter!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-498571784166375832</id><published>2008-11-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:08:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow  is a busy day</title><content type='html'>I am getting up at four, leaving the house before five (the faster the better), maybe wallmart for yarn (to make a hat and scarf), arrive at CHOA, eat breakfast, setup the table, sell lots of thing, eat lunch, sell a lot more stuff, pack up, drive home, wait in line, vote, eat, unpack, and then sleep. Oh and write about 2000 words somewhere in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-498571784166375832?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/498571784166375832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=498571784166375832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/498571784166375832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/498571784166375832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-is-busy-day.html' title='tomorrow  is a busy day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6097117021256943859</id><published>2008-10-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:16:02.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>Yup. I have fallen into the pit known as NaNoWriMo. When I emerge a completed 50,000 word novel will be before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been talking about it. Most of them were planning out what they would be writing about in advance.  I didn't. The first progress I made on the story I've been working on came from five minutes I spent writing a note on facebook. I want to plan, but I have come up with better (and more) stuff without planning things out. I'll try to keep you filled in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6097117021256943859?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6097117021256943859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6097117021256943859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6097117021256943859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6097117021256943859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6038171760723283137</id><published>2008-10-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:26:14.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are still weird</title><content type='html'>I should start posting again everyday. That will be one step to make everything normal We still haven't restocked our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really like a book I tend to want multiple copies. On the list are: Wuthering Heights, Looking for Alaska, and Paper Towns. I own Two copies of PT (there are two covers) and I am bidding on an ARC right now. Looking for Alaska....I just went online and bought a first edition/first printing. Wuthering Heights has a lot of different covers, but the good thing is that there are a lot of them under eight dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6038171760723283137?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6038171760723283137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6038171760723283137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6038171760723283137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6038171760723283137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-are-still-weird.html' title='Things are still weird'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8521906001706580586</id><published>2008-10-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:48:51.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to mention...</title><content type='html'>When you go to an event on an author's book tour there is bound to be someone there asking for advice. John Green's Paper Towns tour was no different, however, it was the first time I had gotten to hear an author talk about nearly every aspect of his writing. He may not have realized it, but John green inspired me. Not the advice part, but just talking about what his day is like, how he learned to tell stories, and just being John. It was a cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awful at grammar. Must learn about grammar, again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8521906001706580586?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8521906001706580586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8521906001706580586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8521906001706580586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8521906001706580586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-forgot-to-mention.html' title='I forgot to mention...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5845058304475257939</id><published>2008-10-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:52:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>Almost everything is back to normal. We still haven't bought food, but I think that will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to tell you what happened over the near two weeks of hotel life. I went and met John Green, youtube celebrity, author, and as of this coming week (thanks to the nerdfighters) NYT best seller! I was the coolest thing I've done in a while. His new book, Paper Towns, is absolutely fantastic. You should buy it. It's his third and his best. It can't be put into words how great it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5845058304475257939?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5845058304475257939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5845058304475257939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5845058304475257939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5845058304475257939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5826736195208884159</id><published>2008-10-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:14:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home!!!</title><content type='html'>Power: Check!&lt;br /&gt;Cable: Check!&lt;br /&gt;Phone service: Check!&lt;br /&gt;Internet: Check!&lt;br /&gt;Hot water: Almost check. (its warming up now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! Oh, how I have missed my home. The tree has been cut up. We now have firewood for when it gets colder. The hole that was in the side of the house is patched up thanks to our awesome neighbors. (One neighbor said he knew a guy and the guy is one of our neighbors as well.) The guy doing the work is going to stain the new wood and then pressure wash the rest of the house. Right now he is ripping up part of the roof because the previous owners had the roof "replaced". (They just put a layer over the old one. FYI: it was wrong.) Part of our roof will be done properly. We should get the entire thing done, but it will be a lot of money. I cleaned most of the freezer. I need to finish that and get the fridge as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5826736195208884159?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5826736195208884159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5826736195208884159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5826736195208884159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5826736195208884159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home!!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-9047793979854121521</id><published>2008-10-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:40:31.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Inn Express</title><content type='html'>That is where we are now. And...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-9047793979854121521?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/9047793979854121521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=9047793979854121521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9047793979854121521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9047793979854121521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-inn-express.html' title='Holiday Inn Express'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4586999654397979884</id><published>2008-10-12T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:27:18.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>We have this one really big tree just off to the front of the house. Last night while I was at waffle house after the homecoming dance I got a txt saying that part of it fell down. It took the phone lines and cable with it, as well as some of the house. The power company came last night and said they could take the cable lines out, but we had to cut the power and have an electrician come and inspect the house. We also have to deal with the tree ourselves. After a few hours of trying to contact our insurance agent we went to a hotel. That is where I am now. Weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4586999654397979884?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4586999654397979884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4586999654397979884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4586999654397979884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4586999654397979884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8390964918876271526</id><published>2008-10-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:11:50.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game night</title><content type='html'>Woodstock lost. Dance tomorrow. It's kinda weird that I'm going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8390964918876271526?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8390964918876271526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8390964918876271526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8390964918876271526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8390964918876271526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-night.html' title='Game night'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3357958943199542103</id><published>2008-10-09T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:53:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Just saw the new trailer for Twilight. A-MAZING!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3357958943199542103?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3357958943199542103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3357958943199542103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3357958943199542103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3357958943199542103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-99296003543006014</id><published>2008-10-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:07:37.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>I love rain. It did cancel the parade, but I hadn't planned on going. I have to get money to Rachel for a ticket to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can explain the shortness of this post. I have a headache. Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-99296003543006014?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/99296003543006014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=99296003543006014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/99296003543006014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/99296003543006014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2251140296490796309</id><published>2008-10-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:03:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress to impress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a dress for homecoming on Saturday. Game Friday. Parade tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2251140296490796309?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2251140296490796309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2251140296490796309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2251140296490796309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2251140296490796309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/dress-to-impress.html' title='Dress to impress'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7520007534605878878</id><published>2008-10-06T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:21:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>I don't think I got the job today. I guess I'll have to keep looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7520007534605878878?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7520007534605878878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7520007534605878878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7520007534605878878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7520007534605878878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4204291274643161836</id><published>2008-10-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:17:04.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I have an interview at Bath and Body Works. It's at three with a woman named Francis. I have no idea what I am going to wear. I do know that I use the products every day. We have the foaming hand soap in the bathrooms and the body wash in the shower. We have an air freshener in the living room and candles all over the house. I want to work there because it seems like a great place to be. I am always in a good mood after I walk trough those doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4204291274643161836?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4204291274643161836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4204291274643161836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4204291274643161836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4204291274643161836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5903938793838579513</id><published>2008-10-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:30:33.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The book is so good</title><content type='html'>John Green is amazing. I am halfway through the book at I love it.  There are little comment that make me go "Ah, that is just like me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5903938793838579513?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5903938793838579513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5903938793838579513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5903938793838579513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5903938793838579513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-is-so-good.html' title='The book is so good'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5413723555838184716</id><published>2008-10-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:58:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Paper Towns was delivered just now. It's not out until the 16th. Nerdfighters FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5413723555838184716?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5413723555838184716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5413723555838184716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5413723555838184716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5413723555838184716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7563886183802279286</id><published>2008-10-02T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:17:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Bridget Jones Diary: The Edge of Reason. I can't watch the parts where she embarrasses herself b/c i feel so bad for her. It's back on so I'm going to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7563886183802279286?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7563886183802279286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7563886183802279286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7563886183802279286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7563886183802279286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-523538074558710432</id><published>2008-10-01T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:18:32.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So arrogant</title><content type='html'>I have known this guy for two years now. He is friends with most of my friends. He does the same thing I did in high school. In a way he is me in guy form. Except he is better at everything he does. Acting, singing, and I just found out he plays guitar and the piano. Sounds like a dream guy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding out the bad things about him right now and they are weighing pretty heavy on all that is good about him. I found out he told this girl that she was a bad christian. This girl is the ideal image of teenage christian. That is bad in itself, but then he goes around acting like he is God's gift to Georgia. He is turning people against him and no one is willing to tell him that he needs to find a big slice of humble pie. I think I am going to to it. It's going to take the next week or so for me to really get up the nerve and to figure out what I am going to say, but I think he needs to hear it before it is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-523538074558710432?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/523538074558710432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=523538074558710432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/523538074558710432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/523538074558710432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-arrogant.html' title='So arrogant'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8701566694389006029</id><published>2008-09-30T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:13:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made a house today. So much fun. I haven't made one since I was five. Tomorrow I am doing a little bit of Christmas shopping. I have to wait until some time after four so that I have a car to go in, but I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8701566694389006029?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8701566694389006029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8701566694389006029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8701566694389006029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8701566694389006029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/gingerbread.html' title='Gingerbread'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3222203780814687907</id><published>2008-09-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:32:50.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the movies</title><content type='html'>A flash back... only less flash and a lot more back. I went to my high school today. I've been there a lot the past 18 months just never for so long at one time. I was in the cafeteria and I just couldn't stop myself  from replaying one day in my head. I could almost see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year I met this guy. Josh. He was amazing. And he gave the best hugs in the world. He was a senior that year so it was the only time I got to spend any time with him. Last October he was in a car wreck and died. The 23 of September was his birthday and the 22 of October marks the one year. The next few weeks are going to be hard because almost everything reminds me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I played over again in my head was one that I spent with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3222203780814687907?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3222203780814687907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3222203780814687907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3222203780814687907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3222203780814687907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-like-movies.html' title='Just like the movies'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4010673576701190847</id><published>2008-09-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:13:05.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>...That's a weird title for 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch today with three of my friends. We ate and then when to Starbucks...for two and a half hours. We got to talk about everything. It was wonderful. We then went to Target and looked at just about everything in the entire store. Rachel did end up in trouble because her dad never got the voice mail she left on his phone. I feel terribly responsible for that. Blake asked me to go with her to homecoming so she wouldn't be alone. Patrick....poor Patrick. He was the only guy that was able to come out with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4010673576701190847?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4010673576701190847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4010673576701190847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4010673576701190847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4010673576701190847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7144965305972838153</id><published>2008-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:47:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost</title><content type='html'>I was going to get a new phone today, but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the one line posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7144965305972838153?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7144965305972838153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7144965305972838153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7144965305972838153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7144965305972838153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-almost.html' title='I almost'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7027025477796649457</id><published>2008-09-26T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:58:48.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I didn't post</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got the things to make red velvet cup cakes. Today I made them, but I ran out of time for the icing. I'll do that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7027025477796649457?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7027025477796649457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7027025477796649457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7027025477796649457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7027025477796649457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believe-i-didnt-post.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I didn&apos;t post'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6161945981738568128</id><published>2008-09-24T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:41:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Punctuation Day!</title><content type='html'>I said it. Now, if only I was better at this comma thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6161945981738568128?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6161945981738568128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6161945981738568128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6161945981738568128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6161945981738568128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-national-punctuation-day.html' title='Happy National Punctuation Day!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2489467533324165236</id><published>2008-09-23T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:59:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90210</title><content type='html'>I may be addicted to the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2489467533324165236?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2489467533324165236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2489467533324165236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2489467533324165236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2489467533324165236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/90210.html' title='90210'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4112412468126629746</id><published>2008-09-22T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:21:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>The show tonight was fantastic! I can't wait for next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4112412468126629746?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4112412468126629746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4112412468126629746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4112412468126629746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4112412468126629746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6432961967439768137</id><published>2008-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:24:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say something before?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About my family name being O'Coyne? I think i did, but this is something else. I mean, it is about the name just...yeah, I'll jump right in. I looked my family crests a few years ago. Now I understand not finding Coyne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6432961967439768137?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6432961967439768137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6432961967439768137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6432961967439768137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6432961967439768137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-say-something-before.html' title='Did I say something before?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-3055297359207665037</id><published>2008-09-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:16:11.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent the day</title><content type='html'>With family. It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-3055297359207665037?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/3055297359207665037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=3055297359207665037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3055297359207665037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/3055297359207665037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/sent-day.html' title='Sent the day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-9150227949696520032</id><published>2008-09-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:11:10.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO!</title><content type='html'>Woodstock won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-9150227949696520032?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/9150227949696520032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=9150227949696520032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9150227949696520032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9150227949696520032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooo.html' title='WOOO!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2530412668687811679</id><published>2008-09-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:24:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It says I didn't post</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2530412668687811679?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2530412668687811679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2530412668687811679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2530412668687811679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2530412668687811679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-says-i-didnt-post.html' title='It says I didn&apos;t post'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7834093747579642096</id><published>2008-09-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:05:22.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you because...</title><content type='html'>I listened to some of the music for that show yesterday. Some of it its pushing past my limits, but there was one song i liked. But I do is the name of the song. It's nice. Well, I haven't eaten in hours so I need to go get some nutrients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7834093747579642096?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7834093747579642096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7834093747579642096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7834093747579642096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7834093747579642096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-because.html' title='I love you because...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4460862187389774977</id><published>2008-09-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:16:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought more books. Three if you are wondering. One is Utopia. I am excited. Also John Green's second book. And... Gulliver's Travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4460862187389774977?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4460862187389774977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4460862187389774977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4460862187389774977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4460862187389774977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2106949139959645673</id><published>2008-09-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:55:10.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>I am putting pics on my computer, but its taking a long time. I didn't do coffee today but i think i may tomorrow. Not sure. I am going with my aunt to her doctors appt. just in case she is too tired to drive after. I need to be ready to go by 9:30 which means i should go shower now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2106949139959645673?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2106949139959645673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2106949139959645673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2106949139959645673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2106949139959645673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/camera.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8906916258926448095</id><published>2008-09-15T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:29:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i miss it?</title><content type='html'>did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. good. i just about flipped out. i am having coffee tomorrow. with my characters. a coffee chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8906916258926448095?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8906916258926448095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8906916258926448095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8906916258926448095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8906916258926448095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-miss-it.html' title='Did i miss it?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4776835666083954351</id><published>2008-09-14T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:57:02.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought yesterday was Monday. I.....have no clue why I thought that. I posted and saw what day it was. Why did I not believe Google?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't outlined with post-its yet, but I had some awesome dreams last night that have given fresh hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4776835666083954351?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4776835666083954351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4776835666083954351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4776835666083954351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4776835666083954351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7522813329602958771</id><published>2008-09-13T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:45:17.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been looking through my new seveteen magazine. not a good thing when i have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7522813329602958771?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7522813329602958771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7522813329602958771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7522813329602958771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7522813329602958771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2751684264801556413</id><published>2008-09-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:04:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge on the Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its song of a band I'm listening to. I like it. Band's name is Danger is My Middle Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened/watched Taylor Swift's new video for Love Song. It inspired me. I have work to do and music to be inspired by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2751684264801556413?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2751684264801556413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2751684264801556413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2751684264801556413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2751684264801556413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/revenge-on-radio.html' title='Revenge on the Radio'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1826492024739949972</id><published>2008-09-11T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:34:58.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what today is. I'm just going to leave my post for today as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1826492024739949972?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1826492024739949972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1826492024739949972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1826492024739949972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1826492024739949972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5519868483535765420</id><published>2008-09-10T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:42:42.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am trying to do the everyday posting, but I seem to have forgotten how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I picked up a...poster board of sorts. That is where the post-its will go. Well, where they are. I got bored and made "art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan went home today. Kim used my empathy to her advantage and I have agreed to work on moving to New Mexico. I'm not thrilled. I want Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5519868483535765420?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5519868483535765420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5519868483535765420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5519868483535765420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5519868483535765420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-9147857957466019239</id><published>2008-09-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:36:55.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim was holding out on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She has TONS of post-its. The goob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want post-its to plot out my book. And characters. Do post-its stick on walls for a long time? I hope they do. I'll take a picture when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. I'll start with one saying the main idea. Then move on to the big events hat make the main idea happen. After that I will make some say the little things that make the big events happen that cause the main idea.&lt;br /&gt; It would look like this:&lt;br /&gt;                                 A&lt;br /&gt;             1                  2                  3&lt;br /&gt;          a b c            a b c            a b c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For characters....i will do family trees and connections to how everyone know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-9147857957466019239?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/9147857957466019239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=9147857957466019239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9147857957466019239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/9147857957466019239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/kim-was-holding-out-on-me.html' title='Kim was holding out on me'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7720956366307340321</id><published>2008-09-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:48:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another drama.</title><content type='html'>I have a Britney Spears song stuck in my head. Its catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to get post-its. Grrr. I keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;AH HA!I can go now. I'll see if Kim (my sister) and Evan (her boyfriend) will go with me. I'll explain when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7720956366307340321?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7720956366307340321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7720956366307340321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7720956366307340321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7720956366307340321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-day-another-drama.html' title='Another day another drama.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-976857889777284279</id><published>2008-09-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:15:31.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not even there and yet I am stressed out. Please, don't make any dessert jokes. I went this past spring, but I didn't return for fall semester. I regret that decision and I knew I would. I keep going back and forth in my head about returning this coming spring. I know I should, but there is nothing more terrifying. If I return and get 30 credit hours I can transfer to...where ever. As it is, I am in a tough spot. I didn't pass my algebra class and I dropped one early in the semester. Apart it isn't bad, but together they have made my GPA....less than attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go back. I need to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do will you be there to support me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-976857889777284279?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/976857889777284279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=976857889777284279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/976857889777284279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/976857889777284279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4789399333184620968</id><published>2008-09-06T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:00:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyPLaBfQceE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to post videos. I feel that having the link there will appease you. It's so cool. I can't wait. I'll have to put it on my calendar so as not to forget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to any of my IRL friends I'll post it on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4789399333184620968?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4789399333184620968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4789399333184620968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4789399333184620968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4789399333184620968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-329741543767264277</id><published>2008-09-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:38:31.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You have no idea how much a con can screw with your sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home on Monday, but needed time to fix myself. Going days on just a few hours (pieced together over the four days) is hard. I didn't get to see get to see Hayden because the panel was canceled. (lame) I did, however, get to see Grant, Tango, Dustin, and Rob. Also Laurell K. Hamilton. We walked right by her. I'm talking two feet away.  I bought a necklace that you put d4s in it for a gem stone look. and ear rings. Books. And....no, I think that was it. All around good time. Next year will be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And we picked up a pirate. He was lost and we gave him a ride to the parade he was supposed to be in. He called us "some kind of crazy angels". I wanted to get a picture with him, but I never saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-329741543767264277?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/329741543767264277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=329741543767264277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/329741543767264277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/329741543767264277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-was-enough.html' title='That was enough'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8683692682469683731</id><published>2008-08-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:15:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not planned out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am going to Dragon*con today. I am afraid I won't be able to post. I want to, but I'm not sure I will get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten a dictionary. Or a new job.&lt;br /&gt;I think the job should come first. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for food yesterday. As we were driving past Taco Ball we saw something....odd. A man, or boy, was laying across the roof of a van. Parked. But.....why was he there? He wasn't even in the middle of the roof. He was toward the side and back a ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8683692682469683731?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8683692682469683731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8683692682469683731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8683692682469683731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8683692682469683731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-planned-out.html' title='Not planned out'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-187219587211582621</id><published>2008-08-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:02:16.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gah! I missed yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-187219587211582621?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/187219587211582621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=187219587211582621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/187219587211582621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/187219587211582621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5148501783503504680</id><published>2008-08-26T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:48:56.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr....Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;I signed off of aim yesterday and my friend got upset about it. I.....there are no words. I don't understand why it matters. I had to clean. If I don't get my room clean my laptop is going to be taken away. But I'm not going to tell him that. He can think whatever he wants. I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Well, I do need to finish cleaning. Evan will be here tomorrow and I also need to help with the living room. I'll leave the drama out of the next post. Sorry about putting it in this one, but sometimes you just need to get things off your mind and put them somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good Luck with Philippians!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5148501783503504680?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5148501783503504680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5148501783503504680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5148501783503504680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5148501783503504680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrrboys.html' title='Grrr....Boys'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5526791984954304112</id><published>2008-08-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:07:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been cleaning my room for several hours. I know it hasn't been nonstop, but I need to stop. I have to find my bed so I can go to sleep tonight. Also, twitter is addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5526791984954304112?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5526791984954304112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5526791984954304112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5526791984954304112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5526791984954304112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4873125790029426030</id><published>2008-08-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:22:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Almost forgot to update. We did some cleaning. And I ordered Paper Towns by John Green. Happy Birthday, John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't going to see that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember why I don't post everyday. I never have anything to say. I'll aim for fun things to post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4873125790029426030?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4873125790029426030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4873125790029426030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4873125790029426030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4873125790029426030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-6058182466002181439</id><published>2008-08-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:36:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday my sister's boyfriend is coming (for two weeks). Friday starts Dragon*Con. And the football game that I (apparently) will not be attending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-6058182466002181439?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/6058182466002181439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=6058182466002181439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6058182466002181439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/6058182466002181439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7853626515573614758</id><published>2008-08-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:37:08.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting. But i have nothing to say. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste of a post? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7853626515573614758?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7853626515573614758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7853626515573614758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7853626515573614758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7853626515573614758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/525600.html' title='525,600'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8097541140970855766</id><published>2008-08-22T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:01:35.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What? A post? No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes way. (I don't think that's a proper sentence.) Last night I made cookie dough. (from a mix) And just a bit ago I finished baking the cookies. They are cooling right now and when they are done I am going to decorate them to say "Happy Birthday, John! Hoo, Ha, Nerdfighters!" Minus the commas just because...well, I don't have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thirteen books I still want to read....but I am buying another one on the 24. AND I have a list of books that I still want. I should plant some trees to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8097541140970855766?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8097541140970855766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8097541140970855766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8097541140970855766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8097541140970855766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/keeping-my-word.html' title='Keeping my word!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8954524707956036430</id><published>2008-08-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:02:18.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where have I been? What have I been doing that has keep me from updating like I use to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I can't figure it out. All I can come up with is being lazy. So here is to a fresh start. I will post as often as I can. Even if it several times a day. It's only fair to make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8954524707956036430?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8954524707956036430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8954524707956036430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8954524707956036430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8954524707956036430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1232827478551424102</id><published>2008-08-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:01:40.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I keep wanting to post, but everything I think of is dumb. Dragon*Con is at the end of next week. As is the first game for my old high school. I don't want to go to an away game, but I haven't seen the halftime show and I really want to. Thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1232827478551424102?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1232827478551424102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1232827478551424102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1232827478551424102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1232827478551424102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here it goes again'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4527869590998376399</id><published>2008-08-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:02:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today has been pooish. I called out sick yesterday, because when I woke up my back was hurting badly and moving just wasn't something I was looking forward to doing. This morning I got up, dressed, and became nervous. I have never called out sick before and I didn't know what to expect. My sister told me they would just ask if I was okay. They did not ask. I was asked where I was yesterday "I was home sick" did you not call? "I did call" who did you call? "I called the front desk, because I wasn't sure who I needed to talk to. No one answered so I left a message." you need to have called your supervisor, which would be me. or you could have called Donna. i thought you didn't want to work anymore so i replaced you. "Should I call my dad and have him come get me?" yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry. In front of her. I managed to not cry until I was outside away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really upsets me is that I did call. I did everything I needed to do. So...was I fired? I don't know. I'm not sure if she said she replaced me for today or just in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that gives me an answer on whether or not I will be working there after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4527869590998376399?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4527869590998376399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4527869590998376399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4527869590998376399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4527869590998376399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/sotoday.html' title='So...Today'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-4356913478742664219</id><published>2008-08-09T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:31:16.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had my first day at Tommy Nobis. (I don't know if i spelled that right.) It was okay, i guess. I work mon-fri of this week and then i get to decide if i continue. i might do twice a week, but i'm not sure. it depends on how this week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-4356913478742664219?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/4356913478742664219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=4356913478742664219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4356913478742664219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/4356913478742664219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1172145328514747473</id><published>2008-08-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:24:42.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finished reading Breaking Dawn. Finally. And now..well, I have more books to read, but I am going to work on my book again. I have let it sit long enough. It's time to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1172145328514747473?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1172145328514747473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1172145328514747473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1172145328514747473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1172145328514747473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/woo.html' title='Woo!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7110476289335597356</id><published>2008-08-03T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:20:57.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am talking to someone I haven't seen in a few months. Just realized how much I missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some new music so I can be inspired by something new. That about all I can put into words right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7110476289335597356?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7110476289335597356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7110476289335597356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7110476289335597356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7110476289335597356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-5768569413646122627</id><published>2008-07-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:07:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't resist you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have listened to the same song about twenty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by The Veronicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go out and spin some today. I miss it. (color guard) This isn't working. Blogging and listening to music that is catchy. So...later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-5768569413646122627?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/5768569413646122627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=5768569413646122627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5768569413646122627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/5768569413646122627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-cant-resist-you.html' title='I just can&apos;t resist you'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-1428325884008078714</id><published>2008-07-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:13:21.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just had it pointed out to me that I have this thing linked to my pants. Nerdfighters everywhere can come and look if they felt the need. Crap. I need to post more.  Hi Nerdfighters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-1428325884008078714?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/1428325884008078714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=1428325884008078714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1428325884008078714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/1428325884008078714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-shy.html' title='Holy shy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-7863162291237854237</id><published>2008-07-19T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:04:08.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you...rap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rapping nerdfighter. My first public rap was senior year. In econ there is a major test that you need to pass to graduate. Because it is so important there are review sessions that you MUST go to. At one of these sessions each person was given a term. Mine was monopolistic competition. I sat and thought for a while and then came up with this little poem. When I said it to one of my friends it came out as a rap. She thought it was good so I stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? Oh, sorry. I didn't know you cared about it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopolistic competition is the way to go. You get what you want without all the dough. So, if it tastes like sprite, but its got a different label don't think that its some made up little fable. Don't worry about what the others might say. The only difference is in what you're gonna have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why tell you this? I am writing a breaking dawn rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-7863162291237854237?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/7863162291237854237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=7863162291237854237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7863162291237854237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/7863162291237854237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/07/yourap.html' title='you...rap?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-8643332496959269160</id><published>2008-07-19T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:13:04.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a nerd. And darn proud of it. (Nerdfighters ftw!) But some things confuse me. I finally figured out that IRL is "in real life".  Um...okay. Couldn't they have said that? No, oh...well, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like research. Not on things like mushrooms and how to change the oil in your car (ride a bike instead). I like looking up how to tell if a book is first edition. I can do that now. I can't say what it is if it's not a first, but it helps. A bit. And I like finding out where the independent book stores are around me. Every author needs one as a friend. Thats not a rule, but when you want to do a signing for the first time being some place you know is nice. I like looking up writing tips (read. read.read.). agents, and anything that I feel the need to know more about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a dictionary. I have one. Well, my family owns two, but I want my own. The Compact Oxford English Dictionary to be exact. But its a lot of money. It's not going to happen. So, in a bit (more like four hours) I am going to go to a book store with my mother and see if there is one that catches my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a thesaurus. (Not dictionary/thesaurus.) If I hadn't already known I was nerdy that would have tipped me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing. You know Stephenie Meyer's new book Breaking Dawn? I am going to write a rap about it. If its any good I might post it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is the plural of series...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-8643332496959269160?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/8643332496959269160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=8643332496959269160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8643332496959269160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/8643332496959269160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516468044714107020.post-2346941318781714441</id><published>2008-07-18T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:26:02.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration...</title><content type='html'>I think I may have...inspired someone. Now if Everly is reading this and I have said something she thinks is a false statement I hope she tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everly Pleasant is a writer. She has a blog here on blogspot. (I think I have it so the title links to her page.) I found her when I was looking at everyone that has writer listed as their profession. She had said something in one of her posts that I felt the need to reply to. You can drag your tush over to her blog to see what she said and what I had to say in turn. It is the July 11th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned my comment in one of her new posts. ("Pen in hand..."   which made my day. the smallest things make me happy.) I haven't read the entire thing yet so....one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's about all I can say to that post. It was perfect. I don't know if you will get the same thing out of it as I did, but I hope you do. I don't know how I helped "trigger" that because it inspired me.Not only that, but it made me think. It made me thankful. It put me in awe. She...is so smart that you can see each thought that went into the words. I...can't even talk about it right now. I'll try later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3516468044714107020-2346941318781714441?l=christinaleebites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://everlypleasant.blogspot.com/' title='Inspiration...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/feeds/2346941318781714441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3516468044714107020&amp;postID=2346941318781714441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2346941318781714441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516468044714107020/posts/default/2346941318781714441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinaleebites.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804563972250353887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woTxFmWWygE/TPtI_qAmowI/AAAAAAAAADs/xqE2nHEZvJo/S220/newyorkstanding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
