<?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-9333679</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:45:23.516Z</updated><title type='text'>DELETE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-7735472973651372324</id><published>2009-10-27T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:43:02.229Z</updated><title type='text'>SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWWWWWWWWWWWWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-7735472973651372324?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7735472973651372324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=7735472973651372324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/7735472973651372324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/7735472973651372324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2009/10/saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyywwwwww.html' title='SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWWWWWWWWWWWWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-114134101819987614</id><published>2006-03-02T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:10:18.246Z</updated><title type='text'>'Blacking Out The Friction' -DCFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I don't mind restrictions or if you're blacking out the friction. It's just an escape it's overrated anyways. The hardest part is yet to come'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should either be asleep or doing homework.. and of course am doing neither. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had the longest day ever, yes another one&lt;/span&gt;. Can you see a pattern developing here? Unforuntalely I can too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had a tutorial with my prof which I told her exactly what I wanted to do for my individual project which she was way more excited than I was for. But she quickly changed the subject to podcasts and vodcasts, a subject we are both interested in. So now I have a lunch penciled into my diary for the 14th with her so she can well pick my brain over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EH! Anyways (yes I like this word alot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this day was pretty much a waste, in other words I got nothing done because I had to wait around school for six hrs for my other tutorial. So instead of going to the computer lab to do work (for some reason I just cant work there, I hate it) I went to starbucks with Mat, Nat and Jurri and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sipped on a iced caramel macchiato&lt;/span&gt; as we talked about school....ok we gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cant lie to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned today that in some groups you just cant work with friends. Fariel and I are on good terms.. she's cool but we have a mutual friend that this project has just not been the best thing for us. I think we give her to much slack in that regard though, shes just not making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Did you ever have a friend that didnt want to share you with other people?&lt;/span&gt; I think shes one of those people. She doenst like it that you dont bend to her whim and she tries to guilt you into alot of things. I had a friend like this before and I gave her the benefit of the doubt for a long time and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well let her treat me like crap&lt;/span&gt;. She was a good friend and I was 21 then, things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached out to her but I have alot of things going on in my life and I can only do so much. I just hope that once this project is over she will come to be the person that I thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about it only as much as I can afford to be and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;obviously its bothering me because am still thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its just hard to see someone almost decide to be depressed. I have alot of reasons to be, am over in my head in work, I think am getting a cold and right now it just seems the world is a little heavy with everything we have to do. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT....but I choose not to be&lt;/span&gt;. Yes its hard but its hard for everyone and deadlines will come, we will rush to make them and next term it will happen all over again, no use in getting all bent out of shape over it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that....How about something to make me laugh. Lately I have felt out of the loop. I dont have my fave gossip mags and I am no longer in the know about celebrity gossip... Yes I know shocking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of my fave shows 'Best Week Ever' has a podcast and I guess the latest news is the TOMKAT split: I had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HvK9NAUDC0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How funny are these people!! HEHE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-114134101819987614?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114134101819987614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=114134101819987614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114134101819987614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114134101819987614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/03/blacking-out-friction-dcfc.html' title='&apos;Blacking Out The Friction&apos; -DCFC'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-114115802588376724</id><published>2006-02-28T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:57:00.196Z</updated><title type='text'>'Optimistic' - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'You can try the best you can, If you try the best you can, The best you can is good enough'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/cover%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/cover%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; The cover of my visual communication notebook, I did it all in photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to Radiohead for the past few days and I dont know really what that says about me. Yes, they are a fantastic band, poets and composers but alot of their music is depressing and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sooo not a depressed person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it can be because alot of work that I am doing calls for you to look inside yourself and answer the questions your normally to busy to take time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance am working on a visual communication notebook that asks you to put together images that you believe are beautiful. It sounds easy doenst it?.... and for a long time I thought it was but now that am putting the whole collection together I have realized its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor who happens to be a fashion stylist wants to be able to look at the notebook and get a sense of who you are. As she told the class &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'I want to be able to get your vibe'&lt;/span&gt;... I turned to Fariel in class and said to her 'I dont have a vibe' which now I know isn't true but I dont know exactly how to explain it to anyone or illustrate it with images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so hard to do because &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think I can say more about myself through music&lt;/span&gt; since I feel I am able to connect with that more than any image. If we were able to put those two together I would probably make a small film but thats not the objective, I guess I want any reason to make a small film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my toes are still frozen from walking around Shepards Bush&lt;/span&gt; today looking for a record studio. I met up with Natalie so we could go over somethings for the music video. Now I have heard Natalie countless times stressed out over the phone but its another thing all together to see it, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that for some reason all of our deadlines happen to fall in the same week so we practically go without sleep for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me last night I think I finally closed my eyes around 5am and even then I was forcing myself to sleep. We just have so much work and since am an over achiever at times I am doing a little more than other people because I want to get a good mark. Also I work friday and saturdays so I lose those days and I have to make up for it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just got a call from my friend Fariel, who had good news it looks as if those 4 interviews I thought I needed for my broadcast project is really only one interview.. thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Best news ever.. ever.. ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I have to get down to work, I have my diet coke, a bottle of water, some popcorn and my photoshop open so am all set. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which means I have no excuses to not do my work.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh is that my phone ringing...!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-114115802588376724?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114115802588376724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=114115802588376724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114115802588376724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114115802588376724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/optimistic-radiohead.html' title='&apos;Optimistic&apos; - Radiohead'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-114064793920186257</id><published>2006-02-22T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:38:59.310Z</updated><title type='text'>'Holiday From Real' - Jacks Mannequin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'If you left it up to me everyday would be a Holiday from Real'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/green%201-068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/green%201-068.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One of the photos from the photoshoot we did last thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently on reading week which means no school in other words now is the time to actually work on projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have got nothing.... nada done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a minute to remind myself what day it is... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;uh wed thats right&lt;/span&gt;. Oh man I better do something. Well I actually did make it out of the house... a big accomplishment I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freezing outside and if I wanted to I could have spent the day under my covers but I decided I would be productive. Of course I cant be productive alone so I called Nat and Fariel who callled Mat and we all met up for a light lunch to discuss projects. So two cafes, a book store where I had 2 diet pepsi's, salad, tea and potatoes later I finally got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did discuss school after the usual round of gossip and nonesense. But the like my title says we took a holiday from real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are quiet ambitious with dreams and wishes for the future. We like to talk round and round about what we would like to do and then we think well why not do them now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What are we waiting for??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our current ambition kind of stems from a current project. Did I tell you we are making an actual music video. Yes a real one .. where we are required to book locations and we have an actual band we are working with. Its all quiet exciting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just got back out last gold project video and I am so happy with it. Thank goodness I invested so much time into it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So the cold dreary day did not get me down, but the work is going too.. argg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-114064793920186257?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114064793920186257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=114064793920186257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114064793920186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114064793920186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/holiday-from-real-jacks-mannequin.html' title='&apos;Holiday From Real&apos; - Jacks Mannequin'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-114003517530995665</id><published>2006-02-15T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:03:54.456Z</updated><title type='text'>"Feb 15th" - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'to here the days pile up with decisions to be made, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sure all of them were wrong ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;into this song, i send myself '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/021106_2028a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/021106_2028a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank God for my brother and how he can always bring a smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt; Hes the one in the middle! These are two of his best friends before they went to a party for the place they work at.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how clear these pictures are from his camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laugh I did when I saw this pic is totally what I needed today.I am so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow I have a huge photo shoot to do and my group is falling apart&lt;/span&gt;. We had a meeting today and I tried to hide my annoyance, I didnt do a really good job of it. Now in real life I am the least organized person but when it comes to this project organization is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are not organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all no one really wanted to do this subject anyways but we were assigned it and have to make do. So we were late to get things rolling. So now here we are the day before with no make up artist, we have missing props and am trying not to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived to the meeting today I already had an attitude. Everyone was talking over everyone. People in my group said they would take care of certain things or do certain things and sure enough .. they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have a headache I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fariel and I were walking all over London trying to find various props and things to make our shoot fantastic. The only problem was we werent sure what exactly we needed and who was bringing what.. and why? Because we arent organized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once again trying not to panic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know that this is all part of working with a group but am tired of it. Actually this group is alot different from my last one. At least in this one everyone wants to help but somehow we are worse off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGGHHHHH! I need to get these irritated kinks out of my system because its seems as if they are just getting tighter by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am just glad that I have Fariel to lean on.. she seems to be able to read all of my pointed glances and that helps because then &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dont have to say what am thinking out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was us at JoJo's bday party last weekend and as of right now its doenst look like that will be happening this weekend even though all of our friends need to go out and dance in order to shake off this project, maybe I can convince them. But she did promise me we could do something fun next week.. thank goodness for reading week even though I have tons of work to do still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok cant think about that .. one day at a time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone has a nice tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-114003517530995665?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114003517530995665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=114003517530995665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114003517530995665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/114003517530995665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/feb-15th-bright-eyes.html' title='&quot;Feb 15th&quot; - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113994910615387432</id><published>2006-02-14T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:38:56.730Z</updated><title type='text'>"Slowly Grows Come to  Me" Bethany Joy Lenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I'll be the first one waiting, I will be the last to leave.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am late to the party but this youtube and zippyvideos thing is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a test to see if this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think many of my friends know that I make fan videos, I guess thats what you can call them. Well this is one of my many. Its a story of clips from my favorite show One Tree hill. The song is sung by Bethany Joy Lenz/Gaelotti who also happens to sing the song thats the title of my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oSeyoSg5oE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am kind of nervous about posting it since I really only post them at my friend ally's website and then my livejournal. But am really proud how they are coming out and I would like to share it with you guys.. so ok then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113994910615387432?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113994910615387432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113994910615387432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113994910615387432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113994910615387432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/slowly-grows-come-to-me-bethany-joy.html' title='&quot;Slowly Grows Come to  Me&quot; Bethany Joy Lenz'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113965500799891273</id><published>2006-02-11T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:58:07.680Z</updated><title type='text'>"When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass" - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I have seen the curious girl with that look on her face. So surprised she stares out from her display case.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I refuse to pout but cant a girl just be sad for a little while especially when her favorite thing in the world to do is put off limits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My roommate told me/asked me not to sing in the kitchen anymore because it carries down to her room. Now I know am not BJL or any recording artist for that matter but am not horrible either. I just love to put my ipod in my pocket and sing while am cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then I thought this is my house too and if am allowed to sing anywhere its at home right? Well my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so what attitude&lt;/span&gt; didnt stick around to long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to sing while I was cooking last night but I felt so self-conscious and the whole thing is ruined for me. It feels like am trapped under her listening ear, I was so respectful about it too. I would close the kitchen door and try not to sing too loud. But now even though shes not in the room I feel like shes there and its weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am just going to sit here and pout for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news has anyone ever heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.plugawards.com/homepage_winners.php"&gt;Plug awards&lt;/a&gt;.. am sure you have and once again am just late to the party. Well its a award ceremony for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Independent Music artists&lt;/span&gt;, there are all sorts of categories but the one am most proud of is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;College/Non-Comm Radio Station Of The Year&lt;/span&gt; which was awarded to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEXP from Seattle&lt;/span&gt;. Am so proud but they sooo deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this my friend Ali's fave station. Go ahead be giddy about it girlie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So another saturday and am stuck at work just watching the clock.. hmm no one is here maybe I will just sing along with the stereo.. yeah its not the same.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113965500799891273?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113965500799891273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113965500799891273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113965500799891273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113965500799891273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-curious-girl-realizes-she-is.html' title='&quot;When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass&quot; - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113951902073881790</id><published>2006-02-09T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:42:50.270Z</updated><title type='text'>'Talk Down the Girl' The Veils</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Seven moons for seven seas won't let them get the better of me '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/DSCN0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/DSCN0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this on Tuesday night, the wind was howling and the rain was skattering across the sky and from my bedroom window it seemed as if the lights were dancing. I ran for my camera and bared the cold as I stuck my head out the window to capture this photo. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sure enough the lights were dancing in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so peaceful and lovely such the opposite of how this day has gone. I went in for my tutorial with my prof, we were to discuss my group project and my individual project which to be honest I didnt have nearly enough research on them as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas, frankly am over flowing with them but for some reason I just cant work them out. Maybe its because I lost some of the passion I had when I was first assigned the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been twisted and screwed up over the weeks that any desire I had to do them quickly faded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways I get there and find out that&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; two students have left her office in tears&lt;/span&gt;, not a good sign for me. Finally a hr and half later after many emotional conversations with my fellow classmates it was my turn to go in and face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my defensive attitude at the door and came in with a smile on my face. The tutorial went better than expected. I gave her the findings on my research and she loved it. We both agreed that it probably wouldnt work for any of my projects but she could see where I was going with it and would like me to do it for a future project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Score one for Alix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said' I was also very intelligent and showed that in my work' NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if my day had ended there I would have been a happy camper but I still had a group project to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats a story in itself and I have to get to sleep and its pretty boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I will save you from reading about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113951902073881790?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113951902073881790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113951902073881790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113951902073881790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113951902073881790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/talk-down-girl-veils.html' title='&apos;Talk Down the Girl&apos; The Veils'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113944812570056855</id><published>2006-02-09T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:30:41.180Z</updated><title type='text'>'Walk The Line' Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds, Because you're mine, I walk the line'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/DSCN0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/DSCN0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat and I have decided &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that every wednesday we are going to take advantage of the 2 for 1 deal at our local cinema. &lt;/span&gt;Last wed we went and saw memoirs of a Geisha which was beautiful in its own right but this week we went and saw &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Walk the Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED IT.. I wanted to cry at the end but Mat made me laugh instead by getting popcorn crumbs all over me. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That silly boy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had met at JoJo's first since we had some time to kill before the actual movie started and decided to get some din din at a restaurant that shall remain nameless in order for us to keep our membership rights at &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aren't We The Coolest Club.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was really a lovely nite and for a change not freezing so we took advantage of it and walked through Picadilly circus. I got a little caught up in the frenzy that is downtown London and tried to capture it in a picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/DSCN0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/320/DSCN0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell thats Mat giving JoJo a piggy back ride. I dont know why it came out so blurry but I will just lie and say that I wanted that effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways am glad that I made it to the movies since most of my day was unproductive even though I had the best of intentions. Fariel and I were going to head to Notting Hill Gate and look through old magazines for Broadcast ideas but instead I ended up at her boyfriends place eating Shepards Pie and ice cream. After that I felt quite tired and sat in the living room watching televison. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fariel and I have to stop making a habit of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all I was throughly impressed with the acting in Walk the Line and convinced that they were worthy of their Golden Globes. I also have a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;slight crush on Phoenix and my love for Tyler Hilton just grew a little more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the best part of night had to be when Mat got a little confused on the title of the movie. The movie poster has the words &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'Terrific Flawless&lt;/span&gt;' right smack in the middle of it so Mat thought that was the name of the movie. I couldnt help myself but laugh a little when he asked me what movie it was. I shook my head and just told him that the critics had said that the movie was 'Terrific and Flawless'. I am still giggling about it now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion quality time with Fariel, Mat and JoJo is time well spent but then it always is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its so late.. must retire.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113944812570056855?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113944812570056855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113944812570056855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113944812570056855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113944812570056855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/walk-line-johnny-cash.html' title='&apos;Walk The Line&apos; Johnny Cash'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113931526688100427</id><published>2006-02-07T11:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:37:58.233Z</updated><title type='text'>'Sweet Illusion' Ryan Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I can feel the sweet illusions coming, sweet confusion honey, sweet illusion coming down.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/1600/DSCN0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8102/675/200/DSCN0391.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) Food is where the future of Fashion lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fashion is Dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We maybe in the season of opulence but soon we will strip that all away to become as minimalistic as possible. This stage will be known as the hangover period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A word that must become a part of your vocab is GLOBICAL! Which means that even though a product is distributed globally it still must cater to its local environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you maybe asking yourself.. Where is she going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday during our contemporary Communication class we were fortunate to have a c0-founder of &lt;a href="http://www.thefuturelaboratory.com/about.html"&gt;the future laboratory &lt;/a&gt;Martin Raymond be a guest speaker. Now if you don't visit the link here's a brief summary of what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future laboratory is a trend forecasting company, when fashion is heading east they look west, when everyone is looking up they look down just so they can always be on top of what will be making an impact on contemporary culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounds pretty fabulous and he definelty kept my interest with images of hotels and restaurants that at first look looked anything but. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I mean did you know that there was such a thing as a bullet proof duvet or even a bullet proof brooch. Yeah me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to get all wrapped into the idea that pretty soon we would be throwing out all of our useless material objects and even start buying less but then he said this is what he saw for the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah not too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some speculation and phone convos with Natalie and Fariel I came to the conclusion that theres no way you would find me living in a shed on a roof of some building. Hopefully I will have a real paying job then so I see myself actually buying some furniture, imagine owning like pots and pans and maybe even a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden what he was pitching to me just didnt seem likely. I know I can't predict the future but something just tells me theres not going to be such a drastic change in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the changes he is talking about did start to occur it only seems feasible in the upper class systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His images are excellent, his intelligence is awe worthy, and he knows how to keep 70 people engaged but I didnt believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe am not trendy enough.. who knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the extraordinary ideas he presented are going on in ordinary places already I just dont feel they are going to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then maybe he doesnt mean it that way. I can see elements of it seeping into mainstream but the whole package is overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways thats what happened in class yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113931526688100427?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113931526688100427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113931526688100427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113931526688100427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113931526688100427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-illusion-ryan-adams.html' title='&apos;Sweet Illusion&apos; Ryan Adams'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113927219667995728</id><published>2006-02-07T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:29:56.996Z</updated><title type='text'>"Halo" Bethany Joy Lenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I always said that I would make mistakes, I'm only human and that's my saving grace, I fall as hard as I try, So don't be blinded, See me as I really am, I have flaws And sometimes I even sin, So pull me from that pedestal I don't belong there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dont go away you didnt stumble on to the wrong blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just rearranged and fabbed up this baby! It was getting majorly neglected and I didnt know why. You all know how much I love to talk so why wasnt I just posting my thoughts or my day to day to randomness that you know I live my life by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out I needed to change it around. Why? Because I feel different. I so am not the same girl who started this blog I dont know how many months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave it an overhaul....... so you might have noticed the new name, the change in profile and I even added a new feature.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on getting albums together and sorted so I hope to change the pictures around pretty often.  I also added some favorite links of mine that I think you would all enjoy. Am sure I will be adding more and I might even add some random links there.. lets see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my title what do you think? I am obsessed with this song and this artists voice. Her cd hasnt come out yet but I am counting the days. Ok so you may have noticed that shes from my favorite tele show but the girl can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole blog thing was just a baby step. I changed my whole room around by moving my dressers and pictures all around. I dont know how many times I dropped drawers and mirrors, poor Katy I dont know what she thinks am doing up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also threw countless papers and odd things that I didnt even know I had away.I sorted through my clothes by arranging them by color (I dont know how long that will last)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It kind of took me back to when Tiff and I lived together in the dorm and apartment&lt;/span&gt; because at like some random time in the middle of the night we would get the sudden urge to change the furniture around. I cant even remember how many different ways we had the beds set up in the dorm or how many times we moved the living room around in the Murphys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyways its 12:28 am and I have photography class at 9:30 am and a long day of project research ahead of me but I just wanted to reinvite you to visit my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definetly try to update this everyday. I mean its this time. Hey dont give me that look!!!.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113927219667995728?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113927219667995728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113927219667995728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113927219667995728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113927219667995728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/halo-bethany-joy-lenz.html' title='&quot;Halo&quot; Bethany Joy Lenz'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113915708212449025</id><published>2006-02-05T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:13:45.736Z</updated><title type='text'>'Nights Like These' Lucero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'It's nights like these that make me sleep all day'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sunday and all I did was leave the house to get a hamburger and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whats that you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alix why not enjoy the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because am recovering from yesterday. Like usual I spent the day at work but my internet surfing and phone conversations were interrupted by the presence of my boss. She had been in Paris the whole week so she wanted to come in and get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a head case about it for awhile because well this what I wrote at my LJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'I might get fired because once again I sold something for the wrong price. I just got confused because one tag said one thing and another tag said something else.. but now that I look at it closely I can see what the right price is.. God and only like 2 weeks ago did she tell me to pay more attention and that any mistakes will be taken from my check.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I do I worried about it the night before afraid that I might lose my job even though I knew I was being overdramtic about it. As it turns out she was pretty cool and didnt even take it out of my check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the day didnt end there my friend it was JoJo's birthday so I had to get prettified at work and then met Natalie at the tube station and I shouldnt have been suprised that she was running late. Finally she makes it. I have the gift she has the card and on the 10min ride to Oxford Circus we came up with a bday rhyme it went a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We dont want to be sappy but we want you to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why? Because baby your fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its your day so its time to play! Happy Birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We love you tons because you're our honey buns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love Mat,Nat and Alix.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my name doesnt rhyme with anything but oh well! We ended up taking a biker cab to the club and met other people from school..the place was called Annex 3, it was featured in Wallpaper this month so I guess its pretty trendy but it didnt stop us from criticizing the decor and music. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Awe fashion students they think they are know it alls..&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten my camera.. of course and so I ended up kidnapping Phoebe's and Fariels and took so many random pictures that I forget what there is. We gossiped about classes, complained about profs and bonded over silly things that would make anyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friend 1:&lt;/span&gt; You loved Walk the Line, Oh my Gosh so did I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend2:&lt;/span&gt; No way lets be friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till for hours taking pictures and toast after toast. Then the place closed and thats when the real party started. Where the people that are die hards and lovers of dance looked for the next hot spot. But of course we didnt know where that was so like we always do we wandered around for an hr trying to find a place. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finally we made it to the soho lounge after losing people, crying on the sidewalk and stopping to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We danced to every song and ended the night at JoJo's flat cutting cake and playing I never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just Mat,Nat, Fariel, Jamil, JoJo and I, it always seems like it is always us at the end. I dont know how but we have somehow created this bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I overheard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natalie said this to JoJo while she was hugging her: All of us are friends forever girl.. you mat fariel alix and I.. always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say I made it home around 5 am this morning and now my friends are calling me so I can fill in the missing time in their memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to have pictures up later this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113915708212449025?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113915708212449025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113915708212449025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113915708212449025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113915708212449025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/nights-like-these-lucero.html' title='&apos;Nights Like These&apos; Lucero'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113863296729156345</id><published>2006-01-30T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:56:13.070Z</updated><title type='text'>'Happy' Brandi Carlile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Am happy, can't you see am alright'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at home sick.. blah! It was bound to catch up to me, my roommate and my boss were both down with it last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to back track I havent updated in awhile because some of you may know December was not turning out to be what I expected. I am quite the lover of the Christmas spirit and as it kept getting nearer and nearer to Christmas Eve I just wasn't feeling it.  What I learned was that home really is where the heart is. I also learned that I have made some excellent friends here who really stepped up and were there for me in my time of need.  I had never felt so depressed in well ever, you know me am a happy positive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came down to it I knew that I needed to go home, so I did. It went by way too fast but  I had a great time. Visiting my aunts and uncles and cousins. Also just laying on my parents on the couch watching endless hours of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now am back in London.. and yesterday I figured out that I really do love my life here. Its hard with the whole currency conversion and balancing school and work but I am happy that am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone I have my up and down days but when it comes down to it I dont think theres anyother place I would want to be. I complain about the tube, walking in the cold and not being able to afford all of the designer clothes that I see in magazines but I also know that this is only three years of my life. I need to live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do.....My roommates birthday was the other day and since she wasnt feeling well she headed home early and like always Mat, Nat, JoJo and I were still celebrating way into the night. I had planned on heading home early because I had to work the next day but then when you are faced with jumping in a taxi with the people you have the most fun with or heading home early and watching Celebrity Big Brother.. there's really no competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still laughing at Natalie and JoJo taking over the mic at our fave pub and singing 'These boots were made for walking', its her fave song dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the silliest drunks.. and I love them. You know there are times in your life where you meet people and you just know that they are going to be apart of it forever. It doesnt happen very often but its the best when it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113863296729156345?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113863296729156345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113863296729156345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113863296729156345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113863296729156345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-brandi-carlile.html' title='&apos;Happy&apos; Brandi Carlile'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113455723478927307</id><published>2005-12-14T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:47:14.843Z</updated><title type='text'>'Living On A Prayer' Jon Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.We've got each other and that's a lot for love -We'll give it a shot.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always think of Allison when I hear this song. For a long time we were obsessed with it, we would play it at full blast in her Hond Civic screaming at the top of our lungs and laughing at all the stares we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thats how I will remember Allison funny and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of those people that you come across in your life who have changed you or helped shape you in ways you didnt even know were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crazy and unlike anyone I have ever met. She had a special knack for embarassing me but she was also a great friend who looked out for me. Sure she was weird but she helped me be proud and embrace that part of myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I found out yesterday that Allison at the age of 23 suffered a brain hemmorrage on Nov 27th and passed away on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through a roller coaster of emotions but right now am holding onto the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived together in this tiny apartment by Greenlake. It had a front porch that allison loved because she could go out there and smoke. I dont know how she did it but she would always get me to go out there with her. We would sit there with blankets around us and talk about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked together at storables and we would take turns in driving to work complaining and sucking down dbl cheeseburgers and Coke's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was the one that got me addicted to CoCo Cola..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went on my first Road trip with her to San Fran, we went to Alcatraz and The Golden Gate Bridge and she made fun of me for taking picture after picture. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She introduced me to undergroung hip hop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought her black converse for her birthday and the Playboy hardcover book for christmas, I was so embarassed when I bought it but she really wanted it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She bought me my first Coach Wallet and I still covet that thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She talked me into buying my first Seven Jeans and I told her that was the best purchase I ever made... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We worked together and would often get in trouble for talking to much, calling each other from one side of the store to the other. I would take her register shift because she hated it and she came to visit me in the building room because she knew how lonely I would get back there. We would run to each other to give random hugs .. oh and we would be made fun of for singing really badly to the music while we were recovering the store after it closed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were addicted to Alias and I got her addicted to General Hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loved to sing just as much as I did.. I would play Sunday bloody sunday for her on the juke box at our favorite hangout Dante's and she would never forget to play seven nation army for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loved the song You Cant Make Me Love you by Bonnie Raitt and she revived my love for the Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was supposed to come with me to London but decided to stay back and go to school instead, I was proud  of her for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was a special person lost just like the rest of us but she made the path to finding yourself fun. I lost touch with her over the summer because we were both moving but Allison was never far from my thoughts. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sad to know that we have lost someone that had so much to offer. Its a tragedy but I am happy that I was fortunate to have had her be part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I loved her because she was a good friend and she always will be..  I will never forget her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Allison Noelle Raaen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RAAEN, Allison Noelle - 1981 - 2005 Allison Noelle Raaen passed away unexpectedly Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Allison is much loved by and will be sorely missed by her parents, Cindy and Dale Raaen, and her younger sister, Kelsey. Allison was born in Overland Park, KS, on December 24, 1981. It was a joyous Christmas. In 1990, Allison moved with her family to Melbourne, Australia, where she made many lasting friendships. In 1994 her family moved to Lafayette, where she attended middle and high school. Allison was beautiful, caring and funny. Her gentle demeanor was a source of strength to her friends and family. Allison was a good listener and could always be relied on for advice and comfort. Allison's sense of humor brought smiles, laughter and sunshine into our lives. Her warmth and acceptance was felt by everyone she knew, and even by those she met for the first time. Allison loved her boyfriend, Nic Maynes, and their dog, Harper. She enjoyed spending time with her family and came home as often as she could. Allison was an avid "Googler", always researching a variety of subjects and matters. She was a firm believer in women's rights and was an advocate for the rights of gay couples and individuals. Always generous, Allison's final gift was the donation of her organs. Her family is very proud and is comforted by the fact that her life will live on in others. Allison received an Associates Degree from Diablo Valley Community College. She then attended the University of California at Berkeley. Allison took a two-year hiatus from school, during which time she lived in Seattle, Washington, and Austin, Texas. Allison recently returned to California. She resided in Santa Rosa and was slated to begin classes in January at Sonoma State University where she planned to pursue a degree in sociology and urban planning. A Celebration of Life Service will be held Saturday, December 10, at the new Veteran's Memorial Building, 3780 Mt. Diablo Boulevard in Lafayette, at 1:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the AVM &amp;amp; Neurological Research Fund, P.O. Box 49587, Sarasota, FL 34239-6587. For more info &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113455723478927307?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113455723478927307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113455723478927307&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113455723478927307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113455723478927307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-on-prayer-jon-bon-jovi.html' title='&apos;Living On A Prayer&apos; Jon Bon Jovi'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113443073123811573</id><published>2005-12-12T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:38:53.573Z</updated><title type='text'>'Feel like I know Nothing' - Antigone Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I get nervous, and then I get tired when I think (I know everything) but when I speak ( I don't say very much) Feel like I know nothin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok theres really no time but since I have decided to call it quits for the night on my paper why not update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper due on The Fashion photograph on wed and I have to work all day tomorrow but for some reason am just not worried. Hmm thats either because I have alot of research done and am overly confident about it or am just stupid and I dont want to admit that I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will go with the research one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been busy with work and my internship and both are going pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Work is work' thats like my fave saying from the Wonder Years... that sure takes me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intership is still a little hard to get comfortable in because I only work there on sundays but its cool standing in the studio and watching it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we are having robbie williams on the show and the staff is over excited, Theres alot of hype surrounding him over here so it will be interesting to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so enough procrastinating maybe I should finish my outline its barely midnight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113443073123811573?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113443073123811573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113443073123811573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113443073123811573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113443073123811573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/12/feel-like-i-know-nothing-antigone.html' title='&apos;Feel like I know Nothing&apos; - Antigone Rising'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113258467235888558</id><published>2005-11-21T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:13:05.166Z</updated><title type='text'>'Tell All Your Friends' - Feeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Staring out to reach a star, Contemplating life on mars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life's a cover magazine, I'm an eggshell under feet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work placement yesterday. Now first of all the whole experience wouldnt have started out right if I didnt get lost first, which of course I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tubes were a complete mess so a ride that should have been about a half hour turned out to be almost an hr, well I was lost for about 10 minutes so I cant blame that on the tubes but I will anyways. HEHE, thats my perogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So back to work placement which is at a live television show called OFI Sunday thats hosted by Chris Evans, a popular guy in London.&lt;/span&gt; I have never worked at a tele programme so I definetly felt like a fish out of water. But it was cool being able to be on the set watching the actual show as it was being broadcast. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Billie Piper from Dr. Who&lt;/span&gt; was the guest star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me go back a little, when I first got there I got my very own crew pass, yes ladies and gentlemen it said I was crew.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh and there is a but, even though you work for free you are very low on the totem pole. The only thing that is comforting is that you know the only way you can go is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we got the official tour of the studio, where the dressing rooms, green rooms, production rooms were and of course the halls were lined with photos of different shows that are shot there. It was not overwhelming but it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my first day &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was assigned to the audience&lt;/span&gt; which means I get them to sign papers and give them a quick run down of what will be happening inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a small studio so only like 100 people can come in but of course there were to many people outside so we (well I didnt) had to turn some away, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can you say angry mob..um ..yeah, as soon as they started turning on me I walked away,&lt;/span&gt; really theres nothing I could do. Roger the security gaurd took care of business, hes quite scary looking if he told me there was no more room I would be like 'ok thanks no problem'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say after that little fiasco we got the audience members in a timely and efficient manner. The rest of our job was just to get names of people who won prizes and helping them file out after the show was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now you know am a nosy person (yes i can admit it)&lt;/span&gt; so I asked alot of questions about different areas of the show, it quite interesting. The industry is a pretty tight little group, everyone knows everyone because at some time or another you have probably worked together on another show. Networking people, thats what it comes down to really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ive never been in a television studio before and now I know it wont be my last.&lt;/span&gt;I go back next week, I think the celebrity guest is Jimmy Nesbit from Murphys Law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113258467235888558?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113258467235888558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113258467235888558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113258467235888558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113258467235888558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/11/tell-all-your-friends-feeder.html' title='&apos;Tell All Your Friends&apos; - Feeder'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113232063366848534</id><published>2005-11-18T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:19:10.833Z</updated><title type='text'>"Devil Archerist" -    Bethany Joy Lenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'This day probably tore me apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I didn’t even know it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it has been incredibly long since I have posted but I have excuses... hey dont look at me that way, they are good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; School, I just turned in one of my projects this week and boy do I look like it. It was alot more work then I had thought it would be and am not the only one. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So at 4am&lt;/span&gt; on the morning that it was due my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;friend Fariel and I&lt;/span&gt; were sitting in my room working on laptops. During the course of that night our friend Revka was filming four people downstairs in my living room for the project. I was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;having panic attack phone calls with my friend Natalie&lt;/span&gt; (our speciality.. hmm) and our other friend Naadia was on her way over to print her project on my printer. Yes that was all happening bt 2-4 am. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At 8:30 am we were still up&lt;/span&gt; and I was helping Fariel put the last of her project together so we could catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made a pact that we would help each other, that we werent done till the other was. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really dont know how I would have gotten through it without her.&lt;/span&gt; She's become a really good friend this past term and thank goodness we will be spending alot of time together the way they're handing out projects this year. Its great when you find a person that you can work with creatively and still be a total dork around..not that am a dork! HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the same clothes I wore the day before I went to school. Didnt even apply make-up or look in the mirror. So sad I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made it and our projects came out fabulous. It was funny because everyone in the class besides my four friends look all refreshed. Yes we were the ones with coffe cups in one hand. our heads in the other and bags under our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The thing is we have huge problems with wanting everything to be perfect&lt;/span&gt; that we do, redo and do it over and over again till its perfect and even then we wish we could go back. Well we will see how that comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So when I went home after turning in the project and going to classes I found 3 laptops, one desktop, a video camera, a printer on my bed, 2 digital cameras and a tripod all littering my room. You could really tell what room was headquarters, thank goodness its big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny now but at the time it was all out panic and desperation. Fariel told me that she could tell I was really stressed because the last few hrs I barely said 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Never again dudes never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. I need to learn how to prioritize. I had been working on another project that wasnt even getting marked, but it was more fun.. ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Yes I have another excuse my desktop computer has a virus, so its dead to me. I havent had a chance to get it fixed. Ive cried too much over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; I work alot besides school 4 days a week I work the other 3.. all work and no play makes alix a boring girl. OOH and I start work placement on Sunday at a live television show..woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not all boring..&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friend Matts b-day party and it was a fab time .. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We all finally went out and it was way over due&lt;/span&gt;.. I will post pictures when my comp is fixed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has gone by way too fast..but things are starting to calm down so I should be able to keep you updated a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way its 8 degrees outside.. brr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113232063366848534?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232063366848534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232063366848534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/11/devil-archerist-bethany-joy-lenz.html' title='&quot;Devil Archerist&quot; -    Bethany Joy Lenz'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113232392977620545</id><published>2005-11-03T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:30:35.983Z</updated><title type='text'>'Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd.' -Ryan Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'It's happening baby, They're putting up the chairs&lt;br /&gt;Zaking the money, And all we can do is pray,Pray for tomorrow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The LOW DOWN YO! SO EXHAUSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have taken the living right out of me but in a good way. For the last two weeks we have been running ourselves ragged trying to get ready for a photoshoot and a promo that came to its culmination yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After 3hrs of photos and filming we got the biggest part of our picture done.&lt;/span&gt; It was awesome and I made sure I was hands on most of the time. Which could have been seen as a selfish thing bc the five boys that were shirtless sure did need moisture and lotioning up but I guess they could have done that themsleves &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but you know if I can help, I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today I had a tutorial with my prof for another project which I barely had time to come up with the other nite but she ate it up. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Religion/Faith the new trend to hit mainstream&lt;/span&gt;. I still have alot of specifics to work out but I think I know what I want to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my interview for work placement at a tele production company and it looks like they will be using me on sundays and fridays.. which is great and I cant wait to see how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny but I think I was overdressed for the interview, I was just wearing a blazer and my fave gold pointy shoes but the girl taht interviewed me was wearing a sweatshirt and converse (nothing against converse I adore them) but it was so funny bc I also felt way over confident. She spoke way too low and here I have this booming voice. What can I do its just the way I am..lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just cancelled on movies, way to tired..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I Totally thought I would be over my crush by now and to my surprise its still there, maybe it will be gone tomorrow. I have a habit of gettin bored easily, its a bad habit but oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113232392977620545?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113232392977620545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113232392977620545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232392977620545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232392977620545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodnight-hollywood-blvd-ryan-adams.html' title='&apos;Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd.&apos; -Ryan Adams'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-113232592500231650</id><published>2005-10-31T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:58:45.083Z</updated><title type='text'>'The Tide'- The Spill Canvas</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And there's three, count 'em three Children playing on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; They were eager to learn,To be taught and to teach'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure doesnt feel like Halloween. I just spent the better part of the day at a pub next to school working on the storyboard and shot list for my photoshoot on wed. I sware this has taken over my life. I never knew so much work went into creating just a min of film. We have to know where everything is before we shoot, such as where the models will stand, how much light we need....etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around today measuring walls, trying to order sand (which was scratched from the plan) talking to the cameraman ( who now runs the other way when he sees me) its all a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have a few diet cokes and apple pie to get me through today. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am just so happy that I have two great girls working along side me. Its amazing when you have people to work with that you click with creatively.&lt;br /&gt;I hate group work I do.. but these two are making it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have alot to type up and music to mix but I think I seriously need a break, i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I really cant wait to show you all how it comes out. Because if I somehow make it look like the way I have it pictured in my head, it will be fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my diet coke is calling me.. oh and Happy Halloween!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-113232592500231650?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113232592500231650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=113232592500231650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232592500231650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/113232592500231650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/10/tide-spill-canvas.html' title='&apos;The Tide&apos;- The Spill Canvas'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112930247012341812</id><published>2005-10-14T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:45:12.580Z</updated><title type='text'>"Finally Woken"- Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You see Ive finally woken. From a long sleep. I'm ready to jump to make that blind leap, Coz now I believe I have the power in me I ve got the Faith Baby, I can truly be free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my first week of school has certainly flown by. The first day didnt really count it was just enrolment (no I didnt spell it wrong thats how they spell it here) and a quick session of timetables and what did you do this summer?&lt;br /&gt;But it was so great seeing everyone and hanging out. We ended up going to my friend JoJo's (pronounced yoyo) flat thats only a ten min walk from uni. She has a deck and we sat there for a few hours eating and talking about random fashion topics. How we think the fashion world is revolving and how it will effect our future in a year or two. It was fab. I really did miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we actually had class..lol! I went to my fashion photograph class where we were given a run down about how our seminars will consist of analyzing and interperting the commercial and artistic qualities of the fashion photograph.&lt;br /&gt;So really you know those ads that you find in your magazine yes the Versace and the Dior ones! They are actually trying to say something and it will be my job to write about what that is through the history and knowlege that I learn from my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Hey it sounds fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my main classes will occur on wed and thurdays. We got the brief for our broadcast class in which I will have to choose a relevant topic write a script for it and then actually go out and shoot 15 or more different shots of locations and what not that I would want edited for my film. We wont actually edit this term but we will do everything up to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt acually sound as hard as I know it will be considering since I have only had a few experiecnes with a home video camera and this is quite different.&lt;br /&gt;But I do realize how awesome this will be. I am also thankful that I have some friends with me in the same class so I was able to share my giddyness with them. They were just as psyched as I was.&lt;br /&gt;This will be my main project but I still have yet another project. For my styling class we will be creating short film about colour. We will be styling, doing make-up, scheduling models and shooting a short promo about it. This is going to be so much work but its exciting.&lt;br /&gt;This will be group project and I hope it goes better than my last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall this is what I have to do this term:&lt;br /&gt;Write an analytical paper&lt;br /&gt;Make a script and shoot 15 good scenes for a two minute film&lt;br /&gt;-research and prep&lt;br /&gt;-with this I have to pick a target audience and explain every single decision I make&lt;br /&gt;Put together a film about colour&lt;br /&gt;- am not really sure what this all involves yet&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I have to make two visual notebooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take this into acct that I only have a month do this all...woohoo&lt;br /&gt;My new name is Busy Bee! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its going to be alot of work but it doesnt bother me. I have never been more sure of the career path I have chosen. It also helps that my profs are enthusiastic about it as well as my classmates. Natalie and I were giddy talking about all the possibilities that we have in front of us. Our course is goin to be alot of fun and when Katy told me that she had to do research for a 15000 trend piece I was like thank god am not in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe last year that would have made me happy and excited but am not in that place anymore. I think I have actually found something that I maybe meant to do and thats never felt so freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hw for this week:&lt;/strong&gt; Go see the movie Crash, watch television, research the colour Gold and start collecting little pieces and objects of anything that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think am kiddin this is actually my homework..lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112930247012341812?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112930247012341812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112930247012341812&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112930247012341812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112930247012341812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-woken-jem.html' title='&quot;Finally Woken&quot;- Jem'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112826676985223163</id><published>2005-10-02T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:26:09.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Live It Up" - John Legend</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"You Know.. We've been struggling a long time. Working here just to get by, Now its time for me to finally get mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have officially started my new job&lt;/span&gt;! Its at a small lingerie shop just next door to my old (and still current shoe job).. I hope one day I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; will be able to say lingerie without blushing&lt;/span&gt;, I am 25 after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you asking yourself is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alix working two jobs&lt;/span&gt;? Why yes! I work friday, saturdays and Sunday and I flip back in forth between the two jobs. Sounds pretty hetic doesnt it? Oh and I will soon throw school into that mix! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh my oh my how does she do it?&lt;/span&gt; I really dont know I am just really happy that I wont have to go from school straight to work because that would truly be a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job couldnt have come at a better time and am really lucky that the owner is a true gem and very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because I think someone from my shoe job said I was kinda of tomboyish to work in  a shop that is practically all pink but that just goes to show me that she doesnt really know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its actually a good fit.  The best part is that I dont feel all stressed out.  Even though I am in the store alone and all of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;responsibility falls on me,&lt;/span&gt; I am comfortable with it,  Surpsrisingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does this mean that am growing up and one day I could possibly juggle a family and a career?&lt;/span&gt; Or  does it mean that the experience of moving to England and not being able to rely on my parents 100% has made me into the sort of person that can take a challenge and make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem to most of you that being in a shop alone is such a big deal &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but hello! I am the girl that would ask her brother to ask the waiter for a fork or napkin&lt;/span&gt; because I was just to shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my baby steps have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brought me a long way&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112826676985223163?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112826676985223163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112826676985223163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112826676985223163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112826676985223163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/10/live-it-up-john-legend.html' title='&quot;Live It Up&quot; - John Legend'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112637885698533239</id><published>2005-09-10T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:04:13.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hide and Seek" Imogen Heap</title><content type='html'>Song Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that you only meant well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'course you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that it's all for the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmm, what'd you say, mmm, that it's just what we need ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You decided this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I was going to stop posting here and delete my blog all together&lt;/span&gt; but I wanted to tell you all first before I officially did it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I havent updated in a month and truthfully nothing has been going on really just work. I also wasnt really sure who read or enjoyed this blog so I kind of just let it all fall away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if I get any emails or comments then I will gladly keep this journal&lt;/span&gt;. It has been fun for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112637885698533239?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112637885698533239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112637885698533239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112637885698533239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112637885698533239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/09/hide-and-seek-imogen-heap.html' title='&quot;Hide and Seek&quot; Imogen Heap'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112396439104395920</id><published>2005-08-13T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:19:51.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Days and Days"  Teagan and Sara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;This is me before I come undone, this is me before I fall apart, I ve been tired for days and days&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is my blah day&lt;/span&gt;, I think you should only be allowed one once a month and today I decided to take mine.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a day where you are not all there, you kind of just wish the hours away and do what  you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My gotta do was work today.&lt;/span&gt; I have to go I need the money for rent but its been a real trying time for me. I have had alot things going on with trying to get a bank acct and trying to get paid and trying and trying and everything seems to be one big mess. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So today I checked out put myself on automatic pilot and just went with the flow.&lt;/span&gt; Whats even funnier is I feel alot more tired today then the last few days that I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I have been staying up really late, yes even later than usual and that was bc Charli and I have been working on our site. We had to get alot done before she headed out for Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I have become the fastest texter this side of the Thames River&lt;/span&gt;, well not really but i have vastly improved and all thanks to charli over our daily texts and updates about Big brother. I dont know why I thought texting was so hard, its a great big cheaper world and I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok now for a subject change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are at a wedding today for my moms best friends daughter who is about two years younger than me and I am very happy for her but it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage at 23 and even now at 25 is so not a thought in my head. I still have full two school years ahead of me and those months are so school focused I would feel bad for any boyfriend I had.  I also want to travel and be able to pack my suitcase and go anywhere and maybe i will find some man who wants the same thing but when i think it about it that way its seems like some sort of fairytale and I have never felt more real than I have these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just been a time of work and school for me and falling asleep on the way home on the tube. Which I never really fall asleep but how much do I want to. Also your mind goes in all different directions when your just sitting there idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the days until school starts am ready to be a good busy where like i feel like am learning something and going somewhere in life because right now i feel so still and I dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next Please........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112396439104395920?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112396439104395920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112396439104395920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112396439104395920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112396439104395920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/08/days-and-days-teagan-and-sara.html' title='&quot;Days and Days&quot;  Teagan and Sara'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112323836527616661</id><published>2005-08-05T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:55:01.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I woke up with this song in my head this morning"- Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I woke up with this song in my head this morning.&lt;br /&gt;It made my headache. It was that great but now it's gone and life is wonderful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My brother and his friend Justin and their tough guys face.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know about you guys am scared. Just kidding it gave me more of a chuckle than a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you wake up and you just know its going to be one of those days.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today was the day for me&lt;/span&gt; I went to bed really late because I was doing Ally a favor and posting her thread for her at FF and I needed to wait to the old one reached its limit which of course didnt happen till around 2am. But I really shouldnt complain am usually up that late anyways and I dont mind doing that for ally at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing was that at 8am this morning construction work started outside. I wanted to scream its my day off can I just have a little more time to sleep in and now to top it off am wide awake and they have stopped their work outside.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ARRRGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also on a high stress level because I still havent gotten paid. Its not there fault and its not mine. I still dont have a bank acct bc no one will take me without seeing that I pay some sort of bill where I live and all of the bills have my roommates name on them so I have nothing that shows that I live here so therefore no bank acct which prevents my check from being direct deposited. It makes my life so hard. For some reason this month has been really bad and a week later I still havent been paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a good note my brother got a new job and he seems really happy which makes me happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;My tio just celebrated his birthday with a huge celebration and I heard it was one of the biggest parties of the year and am sure it was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hes a loved man&lt;/span&gt;. Am sorry I missed it I love family parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been keeping myself busy. I have been making fan videos and I HOPE that all of this work sharpens my skill a little for when I get to school and have to make vids of my own which I am tooo excited about.&lt;br /&gt;I also have gotten back into photoshop because I will be taking fashion graphics next term and its the best way to keep myself familiar with the tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also I have found a new uploading site so I hope to put up music that doesnt expire in seven days, we'll see how it works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my most recent videos I did it as part of a vid exchange at the One Tree Hill FF. I was give a criteria by a member and then I made it for her. So if you wanna check it out heres the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2YRQ817A7N8WI03ZA843VTVSCS"&gt;The Scientist by Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112323836527616661?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112323836527616661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112323836527616661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112323836527616661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112323836527616661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-woke-up-with-this-song-in-my-head.html' title='&quot;I woke up with this song in my head this morning&quot;- Bright Eyes'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112189632733332523</id><published>2005-07-20T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:00:52.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yesterday" - Eva Cassidy</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: " Yesterday all of my troubles seemed so far away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tuesday or wednesday and the fact that I dont really know should tell you that this week and the last one haven been one heck of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been sleeping that well for one its been to darn hot, also its hard living alone the noises the house makes seem to echo throughout the night that I get myself all scared out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me come to the conclusion that I dont like living alone. I don't, its way to lonely and I am just not used to it. I am a definite people person and to that effect I have been spending alot of time online and on my cell phone which is not good for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did we bring up my wallet, lets not bc payday can not come soon enough. I got a job to make money and it seems that all am doing is spending it. But thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note I went to my friend Natalies birthday party and even though it took me an hour longer than it should have to get there I still had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;She had it at this place called the leopard lounge in Fulham and my friend Anna and her husband George were there so it was all around good fun to bad I couldnt stay longer. A bus ride and a tube ride kind of hinder how long you can stay out and since am by myself I didnt want to be out to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was glad I went and it was good to meet Natalies non-school friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112189632733332523?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112189632733332523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112189632733332523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112189632733332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112189632733332523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-eva-cassidy.html' title='&quot;Yesterday&quot; - Eva Cassidy'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112104123796734371</id><published>2005-07-11T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:37:47.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vicious Traditions" The Veils</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "And on his grave it's written, Here lies awesome Josef”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve tried to update the last few days but I couldnt exactly find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was a new experience and I think it finally all caught up with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to the tube station I found police cars and ambulance surrounding it and seeing as this has now become a daily occurence in my life I walked through it unfazed. Not until I actually had the screen closed in my face did I realize that they wanted us to evacuate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not until 40 minutes later when i was sitting on a bus that I started to feel the weight of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;It sort of came in the form of a panic attack, well it wanted to be one but I was able to keep myself under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so hard to not be worried, you just dont know these days.Its hard to keep an over active mind from wondering the what if's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was not until tonight did I let all of the stuff that has been riding on me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bomb scares in two days and always within sight of police cars and yellow tape can do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;Am sure am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wrote this a few days ago but never got around to posting it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am doing much better today. I've had a few days to actually calm down and come to grips with what has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;You cant easily forget with all of the media covering it day and night through every channel available.&lt;br /&gt;Also when I have to take three buses home instead of a tube ride because all of the lines are closed, its hard not to forget or to at least to go back to some sort of normal.&lt;br /&gt;Am not saying that I want to forget. I dont, its something that has affected me and am sure has already become a part of the person I am but I would like to get past the shock and sadness that was so strong these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are calling 7/7 and am just thankful that this disaster was not as tragic as 9/11.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for alot of things and for the two minutes of silence today, which I of course missed but made up for it when I got home I said a prayer of thanks for the country being strong, thankful that it wasnt any worse and I feel selfish for saying but thankful that am still alive. I also remembered the victims and I pray for their families always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please if you feel down or upset please take a moment to remember how lucky you are to wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112104123796734371?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112104123796734371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112104123796734371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112104123796734371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112104123796734371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/07/vicious-traditions-veils.html' title='&quot;Vicious Traditions&quot; The Veils'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112075745693758780</id><published>2005-07-07T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:17:10.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Guess I'm Doin Fine" Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trouble on my mind. But the trouble in the world, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is much more bigger than mine. Hey, hey, so I guess I'm doin' fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first turned on the television today I was only expecting to see a rerun of Charmed but instead I was bombarded by images and words telling me of the horrific terroist attack that took place in a city that I have come to know as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in complete shock and the first thing that came to mind were my friends that could have been caught in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been reported that there were four explosions and not even a year ago the names of the stations that were affected would have been just names to me. But the scary thing is that the stations that were bombed are ones that I come into contact everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of the streets filled with people were ones that I walk everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the what if's started to take over my over active mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think of the little things that dont seem so big in your life and can so determinetly affect where you are at a particular time on a particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was transfered to work at the Westbourne Grove Emma Hope and we can go even a little farther back then that I just moved from the Westbourne area to Finsbury Park which completely changed the tube lines that I would take to get to and from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stations Kings Cross and Edgeware Road are two of the stations that were bombed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally take the Hammersmith and City line that would take me through Edgeware Road to Kings Cross where I would get off the tube to walk to work. But since I have moved I now take the Victoria Line that would still take me to Kings Cross but since I have recently been transfered to Westbourne I dont get off at Kings Cross anymore but I still go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may just seem as little bits of information to you but to me it means so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that today I was not scheduled to work because at 9am on any morning you would find me sitting inside a tube for almost an hour to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those of you that have never been on a tube, to describe it the words cramped, windowless and sandwiched between two brick walls is really all that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the news non-stop and the pictures that are being shown are heartbreaking to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile all of the phone lines were down and the only way I could contact everyone was to text them. It was so hard not knowing where the people you are care about are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there has always been a possibilty of something like this happening and it is sad for me to come to that realization that my reality now consists of terrorist attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard for me to remember that there is evil out there. That there are people who do not hold human life in any regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what was really sad about this. The people who take the tubes are hard working people, mothers, fathers, children, tourists, grandparents, students, the list of labels could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really matters is that the 44 people that died meant something to someone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a melting bowl of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thankful that it didnt happen this past weekend when the city was packed with people here for LIVE8, I am thankful that it didnt happen yesterday when there were tons of people gathered together to celebrate our bid for the Olympics being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that I was able to talk to my parents before they watched the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so overwhelmed and touched by the all of the emails and IM's in concern and support of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank Charli, Bekah and Hayley for listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ask that you keep London in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont know what tomorrow may bring and I dont think I will be taking the tube anytime soon but I will also keep in mind the words of Tony Blair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wont let them WIN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112075745693758780?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112075745693758780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112075745693758780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112075745693758780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112075745693758780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/07/guess-im-doin-fine-bob-dylan.html' title='&quot;Guess I&apos;m Doin Fine&quot; Bob Dylan'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112042850082276990</id><published>2005-07-03T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:49:24.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please forgive Me" David Gray</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Please forgive me if I act a little strange"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I did it, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finally broke down and did the thing I sware I wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;. I bought an umbrella, or as they say here a brellie. I have survived the last eleven months without one and I have been darn proud of that fact but today I just couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever constant rain has been plaguing my everyday life as if it were testing me. So I did it I walked into a store close to my house and I purchased a plain old black umbrella and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I never looked back&lt;/span&gt;. I was just glad that I didnt get soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways enough of that rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful day in London and what am I doing? Clean house, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;like the domestic goddess I am&lt;/span&gt;. Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working everyday and by the time I get home and make dinner, yes you heard me right, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MAKE&lt;/span&gt; dinner am to tired to wash dishes or hoover for that matter. So on my days off I clean its not to bad when you have your ipod to keep you company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I touched on before am working full time. It was quite hard to get into when I got back from visiting home. My inner clock was pretty messed up so I came off as a clumsy ditz which I so am not.&lt;br /&gt;I had something always happening to me, i spilled yogourt on my blouse, I tripped I dont know how many times even though I had changed out of my heels and into my trainers. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just didnt seem to be on the page as everybody else or even reading the same book for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off they have me working at the Westbourne store which is an hour commute with the tube and walking time. Its not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasnt that much fun especially since I had a cold and that mixed with no sleep makes Alix a miserable girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love my sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my clock is back on track now, thank goodness and my cold is now only apparent in my froggy voice.&lt;br /&gt;But I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Katy went to Paris and then Home to Texas in fact she should be in Texas today celebrating the fourth with fireworks. So I am all alone in my big flat, its kind of lonely I've never lived alone so this is a whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I like it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do call my friend Natalie almost everyday. To chat and discuss the latest scandal on Big Brother Uk, yes I am officially addicted to that show. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ok give me some slack here because it wasnt even my fault.&lt;/span&gt; My roommate was really into it and one day I watched it with her and that was it I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to Natalie, we try and schedule a time to go out for lunch almost everyday but things never seem to work out. Its so different here, i woulld usually have my car and I would just drive over but now i have to take into account tube times and work schedules but this week no if ands or buts we are going to have to meet especially since Mat is leaving for Poland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I need some outside contact besides work people even though I am so lucky that they are really cool people because if they werent I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;would just die, just die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of phone card time once again so I have to wait till my parents are back in town so that they can buy me a new one. I think I have gone through 2 phonce cards in the past week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh you know how I love to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have my new free shoes to keep me company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/myshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/myshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not showing off am just sharing..and yes they were free..eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S :  I added a new profile picture my friend Allison from work called them my diva sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I think they are funny..hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112042850082276990?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112042850082276990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112042850082276990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112042850082276990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112042850082276990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/07/please-forgive-me-david-gray.html' title='&quot;Please forgive Me&quot; David Gray'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111978019714769876</id><published>2005-06-26T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:26:48.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Orange Sky"-Alexi Murdoch</title><content type='html'>Song Quote:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  "I had  a dream that I stood beneath an Orange sky with my brother standing by"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been neglecting my blog is just that alot of things have been going on that I havent had the chance to write here but theres a good reason. I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was graduating from University of Washington and fathers day was coming up and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I WANTED nothing more to be there for my Poppie and my little brother &lt;/span&gt;so as a suprise my mom and I secretly made arrangements for me to go home without them finding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know my mother there is one thing that she can not do, keep a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;Mom have you really not told anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;: Well Ive told your tia's and the neighbors but your brother and father have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: You told all of them but not Adam and poppie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;: I should get an academy award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it all worked out. After a longer than normal plane ride thanks to a long delay. I walked into my house to the complete suprise&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to the two important men in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish I had a camera to take a picture of their reactions. My brother caught on the fastest but my poppie couldnt register the idea that I was in the living room when I was supposed to be in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He said he had never been that suprised in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best 12 days while I was home. My brother and I had some quality time togehter we went and saw star wars and Sin City, we went shopping but the best is when we went to the Zoo. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We were complete dorks and I loved it, I think I can only be that dorky around my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His graduation party was so much fun we had around 50-70 people who consisted of family and friends that turned up and we danced (well i did) and ate and even though it started raining half way through it really was a good time. My poppies cooking was the highlight but my brother's happy face was a close second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I also had a chance to be there for my best friends graduation dinner from her masters in teaching program and spent the day with her and its just awesome to me that I have known this person and have been friends with her since I was twelve. Now shes an adult with a real job, its just a little wierd. We also tried to call my other best friend who is in Minnesota and no suprise but we got her voicemail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We also went over the mountains to visit my tio y tias and cousins. I ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know who I was especially when I got up for seconds, it just isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it was the fact that I knew that I wasnt going to get food like this in London and I probably wont be able to get home till christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I left to come back I spent the day with my parents in downtown Seattle. We hit Pike Place Market and Alki beach, it was a gorgeous day in Seattle and I couldnt have been more grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard for me to get back on that plane and not because I hate my life in London, I really do enjoy it and it was wierd because when I was in Seattle I got to actually see the changes that have happened to me in the amount of time that I have spent in London, that arent so apparent when am actually in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just the fact that I have to leave the people I love behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111978019714769876?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111978019714769876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111978019714769876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111978019714769876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111978019714769876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/06/orange-sky-alexi-murdoch.html' title='&quot;Orange Sky&quot;-Alexi Murdoch'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111754064508242389</id><published>2005-05-31T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:58:46.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Begin"- Ben Lee</title><content type='html'>Song quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While it's true, All straight things must bend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                           I only want it to begin, I only want it to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is the day.. am sitting on my floor with my keyboard.. and everything else is in suictases and garbabge bags, I should be leaving in a few hours for my new flat. I am extremely excited about it.. but the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;packing and moving aspect is killer&lt;/span&gt;. This is the moment where&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I miss my car&lt;/span&gt;. I could load everything up and just head over, but now i have to call for a taxi.. and to top it off I have packed all my belts and I so need one right now...&lt;br /&gt;I thought my room was pretty small but now I realize it was just all of my crap that was taking up the space..hehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont have internet for a few days.. I dont know how I WILL go on ( dramatic gesture of hand to face) trust me I will have it up and running as soon as possible..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111754064508242389?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111754064508242389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111754064508242389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111754064508242389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111754064508242389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/begin-ben-lee.html' title='&quot;Begin&quot;- Ben Lee'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111744584945596492</id><published>2005-05-29T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:44:44.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Foolish" - Imogen Heap</title><content type='html'>SONG QUOTE:' &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; My life treats me well Life is nice to me&lt;br /&gt;                                Shooting down the obstacles one by one Like a matchstick sonisphere&lt;br /&gt;                               Disappearing in the air, Yeah which lets me breathe what i choose to breathe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! This week flew by. I finished school on wednesday and the rest of the days have become just a blur.&lt;br /&gt;I had my presentation on Wed. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and am not one to brag or anything but I kicked ass&lt;/span&gt;, dont get me wrong I was nervous as hell but when you know this is an important part of your grade and you have to do it no matter what, you have to leave nervousness behind.&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends and I right after headed to our fave little pub right across from college called the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hog in Pound, where my friends proceeded to make drunken fools of themselves ...it was alot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a small pub not really meant for 8 drunken fools to be dancing but aah who cares right. We were there for a good five hours and then proceeded to actually go out to a club afterwards. I think the best part of the night was walking to the club.&lt;br /&gt;There have only been a few times where i have &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;reverted to my 14yr old self and this night was one of them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mat thought it would be funny if he asked people where the Seaside was.. and it was funny. People would think it was a club and Mat wouldnt tell them any differently but sometimes people thought it was the seaside and would kindly tell us it was in Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how many people we asked, telling them we were from Poland and that our travel agent had sold us tickets to the seaside, which we were told was in London.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny because of how Mat would ask and how giggly Nat and Jojo would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SETTING OXFORD STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, Excuse Me can you tell me where the Seaside is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;: The seaside, our travel agent told us it was here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Victim&lt;/span&gt;: The seaside there isnt one in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt; Yes Yes there is We were told there is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Victim:&lt;/span&gt; Let me see (pulls out map)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ALL of them hover around the Map..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jojo, Alex and me cracking up around the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went out once again but this was a much more laid back night. I went with my friend Jojo to this club called &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Home House&lt;/span&gt; that our friend Dani is a member, where we chatted and hung out for awhile. Its a really nice place with plush couches, high ceilings, and grand drawing rooms. Its quite a change from the previous night. Its also &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a club that madonna and Brad Pitt are memebers of, of course they werent there when I dropped in..&lt;/span&gt; maybe another night. It was a good time even though I didnt really know half of the people in the group, ok ok it was awkward but I found my barings.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a gorgeous day and but I actually had to get some packing done but i was pretty unsuccessful at that.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was so much fun..Well I worked and then my friend Mat called me up to see if I wanted to go out and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I havent learned how to say No to him&lt;/span&gt;. So we headed down to Soho where we met up with another friend named Alex and a great girl named Jurri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Needless to say I didnt get home till 5am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday was the laziest day ever.. I did go to church and then I managed to roll out of bed to go see Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;Now today is monday and as i look around my room.. am trying not to panic I have no idea how am going to pack all this stuff. Where did it all come from, I mean I started out with two suitcases and there is no way that two are going to suffice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EEEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111744584945596492?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111744584945596492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111744584945596492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111744584945596492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111744584945596492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/foolish-imogen-heap.html' title='&quot;Foolish&quot; - Imogen Heap'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111697598558932369</id><published>2005-05-24T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:12:06.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Reason the Night is Long"- Rainer Maria</title><content type='html'>Song quote:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; " The reason the night is long is very simple...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes it is very simple, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I procrastinate.. I am so bad and I sware I am just getting worse&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow I have a presentation to give on a website layout that I have been creating for the past month but you know me so only the last few days has it really come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you laughing Nina and thinking of all those times when we lived at 8302 that I would be sitting in front of the tele complaining about that paper I had to get done for the next day and had not even started.. but I always got it done right.. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I guess I havent really changed all that much in the last few years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except today I thought I might not finish this layout and I serioulsy had a panic attack..Nothing was going my way, photoshop didnt want to work, my computer kept telling me things I didnt understand and I had no idea what I was going to do&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.. I almost cried and I have only done that once in my life..&lt;/span&gt; when I didnt save that 10 page paper I wrote and was due the next day.. ah even thinking about it makes me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known it was going to be one of those days when I woke up because my first foot out of bed landed on my ipod earphones and broke them.. yup I should have known the day was heading down hill but I decided to get out of bed anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school, tired and really hating what I was wearing, I was estatic to find out we would have a slight quiz( note the sarcasm) and what is a slight quiz anyways...&lt;br /&gt;We were just told that this would give our tutors a slight insight into how much we have learned and how we deal with being put on the spot..&lt;br /&gt;So umm, it was not fun and maybe if I had more than 4-5 hrs of sleep I would have done much better.. But I have to tell you I actually didnt do as bad as I thought I would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now at midnight posting on my blog instead or writing the rest of my outline for my website..sheesh &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;when will i ever learn&lt;/span&gt; that its not fun procrastinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/ENTERjpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/ENTERjpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the website flash page ..imagine it moving.. dude this takes longer to make then it looks...and i didnt even make the flower.. am pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnite all! MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111697598558932369?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111697598558932369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111697598558932369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111697598558932369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111697598558932369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/reason-night-is-long-rainer-maria.html' title='&quot;The Reason the Night is Long&quot;- Rainer Maria'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111676851664705273</id><published>2005-05-22T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:55:39.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Under the Gun"- The Killers</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kill me now, Kill me now, Kill me now, Kill - Me- Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project, yes its blank..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aaahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEK here I am sitting at my computer freaking out because I am not going to finish this project..&lt;br /&gt;OK ok deep breaths, deep deep breaths!!&lt;br /&gt;Why cant time just slow down this one time..&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when Zack Morris from Saved by the Bell&lt;/span&gt;, used to stop time and he could keep doing whatever he was doing.. Dude I so need that right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am trying to stop time and yesterday while I was aimlessly organizing the shoe shelves at&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work,&lt;/a&gt;I was willing time to speed up. I kept glancing at the clock on the phone, on the&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Credit&amp;id=56';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; credit &lt;/a&gt;card reader and at my watch just in case time had magically jumped an hour..yeah didnt happen. I like my job dont get me wrong, well its more I like the people I&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;with, they let me act silly and talk their ears off and they still like me. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the real test too. For some reason I was hyper active Alix, I was practically bouncing off the walls and the only reason I can come up with is instead of a Coca Cola I had a Dr.Pepper and I must have had a chemical reaction to it. Yes thats all I came up with, sad isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theres also the fact that I was going out that night, and as pathetic as this make me but I havent been out in forever, not that I havent tried work. But JOJO had called me and invited me out with her and her friend Danielle who is really cool and I didnt want to say no.. so I didnt and I was really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a night were I wasnt sitting at home in front of my computer trying to piece a project together or even having to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Which is probably not a good idea because its due monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways I went to Danielles flat, which is absolutely gorgeous, her roommate is in PR and does various promotion for movies and clients so she has magazine covers and movie posters all over the walls. When I walked in I remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinking that I want a place like this.. one day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made dinner, well JOJO made dinner and I ate it, you know I cant cook.. well thats a cop out I can cook I just never really do it or try ...Most of the time if I want something to eat its because am passed the point of being hungry so am starving and I have no time to cook, I want it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the party ,we went to this little bar called the Kosmos, it was a going away party for Dani's friend Patrick who got a promtion and is leaving for Singapore. Hes a lawyer so the men were all lawyers and you could totally tell because their idea of going out wear is sports jackets and jeans, but JOJO said thats a swedish guy thing too!! I dont know but shes swedish so she knows more than I do!&lt;br /&gt;There was like one hot guy there and I was told that he was taken... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of Course!!&lt;/span&gt; Well there were other good looking guys and I ended up being chatted up by two ..so I had a good time...hehee!!&lt;br /&gt;The only crappy thing is my tax fare came out to 15 pounds ughh! That almost thrity dollars american...I know ,I know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT think about it that way&lt;/span&gt;, but it just depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news:&lt;/strong&gt; Agnes has already found someone to take my room.. I know that was quick but the day she put the ad up on the website the phone was ringing off the hook.. the girl seems nice .. shes very tall and the room is small am curious to see how that works..&lt;br /&gt;But am glad she found someone so soon.. you should have seen the tizzy she went into when the girl was coming to look at the room.. She had me put in a new lamp shade, she got new pillows for my bed and when she asked me about some clothes that were folded on my hamper, that mind you are clean but there's no room in the dresser or wardrobe to put them, so just to keep her from freaking out I opened up my suticase and threw them in and pushed it under the bed..&lt;br /&gt;Dude it was hell but I endured it.. with a smile..Ughh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its Sunday and I have to finish that project.. oh but I would&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a nap right about now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My bed is calling me..hmm am sleepy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111676851664705273?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111676851664705273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111676851664705273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111676851664705273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111676851664705273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/under-gun-killers.html' title='&quot;Under the Gun&quot;- The Killers'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111649762715023100</id><published>2005-05-19T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:43:01.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wake Up Exhausted" - Tegan and Sara</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" i wake up exhausted, its the morning,its back to sleep to redream me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation only fashion students would have, describing people by magazine titles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katy&lt;/span&gt;: Which girl is she, shes in the class right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; "Yeah Yeah, she wears the scarf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M at:&lt;/span&gt; Yes shes very look at me,you know  the Cosmo girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katy&lt;/span&gt;:" Oh the Cosmo girl ..why didnt you just say that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I do deserve it&lt;/span&gt; .. Selfridges store window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already thursday where did the time go. I know i didnt sleep through it because I hardly got any sleep. Its partly my fault, I have been so distracted lately that actually trying to focus on completing a project has been near impossible. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But yeah for me I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went back to Foxtons to sing off on our flat but thank goodness for us Katys dad came with us because he had some logical questions that Katy and I in all of our excitement didnt even bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having someone look out for us. I know its going to be really hard for Katy when her mom and bro move back to Texas and her dad moves to Nigeria she hasnt had to deal with the fact of not having them here yet, and I know thats going to be hard. She has been lucky though that she didnt have to deal with being on her own when school started.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been great here though I have a core group of friends that I have come to admire and trust and its great being around people &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;who still like you when you act silly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dont kow if this makes any sense because I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish up another project today and then I&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friday and saturday.. ughh!&lt;br /&gt;On another note there has been major drama at school, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;two girls were caught palgerising&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; two have already failed the term and three girls in my group cried yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like I was in the twighlight zone.&lt;br /&gt;First of all the girls crying in my group are so fatigued and stressed that they are reduced to tears. I just dont get it, its the first term and yes we have alot of&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but darn it pull it together its only going to get worse and if they are going to crack now then they arent going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;I may sound unsympathetic but I guess I am. I mean I have the same amount of stuff to do and I&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; WORK &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two days a week, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so if anyone should be crying it should be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways thank goodness its cold and dreary today because it looks as if I will be stuck inside all day. Projects, papers and cleaning my room because Agnes alreadys has people who want to come look at it, makes me a boring girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on another note it looks like I wont have to go on sally jesse raphael i finally got in to my yahoo acct and found some email addresses of people I havent talked to in forever and they responded ..wohooo! So no need for the "Sally, I lost contact with my friends can you help me find them ".....show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111649762715023100?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111649762715023100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111649762715023100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111649762715023100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111649762715023100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/wake-up-exhausted-tegan-and-sara.html' title='&quot;Wake Up Exhausted&quot; - Tegan and Sara'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111627119036075768</id><published>2005-05-16T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:53:01.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Past and Pending" - The Shins</title><content type='html'>Song quote: "Held to the past too aware of the pending"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked 10 million times down this road, towards the bus stop and tube station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn left outside my door towards my fave little store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I step outside my blue door this is what I see. Its a little sad that only for three more weeks I wil be seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentleman I am moving. Katy and I found out today that the flat the we saw two weeks ago has officially become ours. I cannot even explain to you how excited I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best day. I arrived at school to meet Katy so we could go see more flats but then our appointment was cancelled so as we walked to a fave little eatery of ours where we dreamed and hoped that we would get the flat we have our heart set on forever. As we waited patiently D and Mat walked in and sat with us. It was so nice, for the next two hours we ate and laughed and I cant remember how long it has been since I have felt this comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we practically screamed when we found out that our offer was accepted. We had to wait around  a few more hours to go in and get the papers for the flat but I think we needed that time to get down from our happy high.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally made it down there, through  the rain and all. We were still reeling. To top it off we found out that our flat comes furnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estate agent:&lt;/strong&gt; "So the furniture comes with the flat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katy:&lt;/strong&gt; " You mean we get the dining room table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Get Out"&lt;br /&gt;I guess you had to be there but it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little wary about telling my current roommate about my departure but she was pretty cool about it. So all of that worry that I built up in myself for the last few hours was all for nothing, but thats a good thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to go ..hw is calling yet again..&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do...EEEKK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU and miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111627119036075768?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111627119036075768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111627119036075768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111627119036075768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111627119036075768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/past-and-pending-shins.html' title='&quot;The Past and Pending&quot; - The Shins'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111610608043982506</id><published>2005-05-14T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:05:22.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time"- Sarah McLachlan</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"And I need just a little more silence,&lt;br /&gt;and I just need a little more time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN01901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN01901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hmm, just five more minutes ..please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;only wish I was sleeping&lt;/span&gt; but I have alot of&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;ahead of me. Tonight and tomorrow I hope to complete the poster am making for broadcast and the Red Button list as well. I had hoped to get it done last night but I just did not have the energy to think creatively after the long day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, my boss had me moving boxes and helping customers because &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she says that am talkative (imagine that) and really personable &lt;/span&gt;so she would like me to be on the sales floor more..I dont mind really.&lt;br /&gt;I like being upstairs with all the pretty shoes and everyonce in awhile ..we get that customer who has no clue. They always come in with a dress looking for shoes to match and I think it has to be obvious that those shoes in any circumstance would never look good with a dress like that... but I guess it isnt...thank goodness am there to help..&lt;br /&gt;I really do like&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;and how could I not &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with shoes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my first pair that I wear at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my bday present from my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A free pair that I adore and wear with everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I only&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;two days a week but really I cant be bothered. Its so frustrating straigtening shoes when you know you have hours worth of homework waiting for you at home and time is running out to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So on my lunch break as I was making a to do list this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I shake with promise&lt;br /&gt;I ache with frustration&lt;br /&gt;Staggered thoughts suffocate my mind&lt;br /&gt;worn ideals and wishful thinking waste my time&lt;br /&gt;A step behind breathing ... a pulse ahead of falling&lt;br /&gt;the moment breaks .. my life at stake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its really rough but I havent written anything in forever so it was a real settling of nerves when I wrote it. It calmed me down in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so its late sat night &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..oh and what fun am at home&lt;/span&gt;. I cant wait for the school to be done so I can somewhat have a life and maybe even hang out with friends.... gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111610608043982506?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111610608043982506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111610608043982506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111610608043982506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111610608043982506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-sarah-mclachlan.html' title='&quot;Time&quot;- Sarah McLachlan'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111584044302938271</id><published>2005-05-11T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:06:58.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Woke from Dreaming" - The Delgados</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Just for a moment, Can we take a little time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                           Just stop for a moment......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Can we make this moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mine ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/DSCN0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My front door..Those are my groceries..hehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night or this morning I watched my fave show OTH and this quote was used for its opening shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Quote&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;:" Douglas adams once wrote, &lt;strong&gt;He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whos it was and whether they were enjoying it&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as if am in some kind of dream. I wake up in a room that is mine but in many ways is not. It has my pictures and my clothes but the big furniture all came with the room. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And still after 9 months&lt;/span&gt; I havent figured out how to run the washing machine properly or where the light switch is in the bathroom, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the list could really go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even though I take the same route to school everyday I always have to take a second to remember which way that is. Not because it is so obvious that am in a different country but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because everyday I have to remind myself that it is a different country.&lt;/span&gt; It sometimes so unbelievable for me that I need a moment to let that click and when that magic moment happens I become all disoriented and I feel as if am in some sort of dream. It leaves me all unbalanced and I&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; become acutely aware of all the differences between what my real world was and what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At school the girls are so different from what am used to. Today is the first day that I actually saw someone wear sweatpants to class and she was utterly embarassed that she was like please forgive me. Which is funny because when I went to Seattle U. girls &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;went to school in their pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also when am sitting at the table with the girls in my group, they pull out healthy lunches that include salads and nuts with a side of water,or tea. I feel so out of place with my diet coke and kitkat and I almost miss the smell of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I have now found myself subconsciousley throwing tea and mixed nut packages into my basket.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say the differences are so wierd that it makes me crazy. No I do enjoy finding the mall things that make brits, brits and me an american. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thats part of the reason I wanted to study abroad I wanted to live so that I could appreciate what makes me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now am getting all mushy.. I' ll shut up now..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but on another note if you dont already now ..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;giving thumbs up is the newest trend to hit the scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok actually I cant stop doing it and I know it subtracts major cool points so I decided that it must be cool again so that I dont get all embarassed when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;To quote Harsch ( a guy in my group)"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thumbs up is so retro"...&lt;/span&gt;That made my fall out of my chair laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok must go&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is calling me...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love and miss you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111584044302938271?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111584044302938271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111584044302938271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111584044302938271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111584044302938271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/woke-from-dreaming-delgados.html' title='&quot;Woke from Dreaming&quot; - The Delgados'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111573781444779308</id><published>2005-05-10T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:22:13.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Angel" -Dido</title><content type='html'>Song Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I know am not perfect but I can smile. And I hope you see my heart behind these tired eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/DSCN0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Studying really hard! A girls work is never done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/DSCN0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/DSCN0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok ok this one was posed.. Who reads a thesaurus???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have tons of work to do and I have a headache that I know is stressed induced. But oh well &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Work is work&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my tutor stopped me after class, I knew I wasnt in trouble or anything she just wanted to check in on me because a month or two back I had asked her a few questions about broadcasting because I wanted to have all my facts before I made a definite decision regarding my career path. So she wanted to give me a nudge in broadcast direction just to let me know that if I decide on broadcast that she feels that I would do well and that they would be more than happy to have me on the course.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know how to react. It definetly is going to become a factor in my decision. but what I didnt tell her is that I am pretty much cemented in my desicion. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So broadcast world look out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing but the media part of the whole broadcast world is just so tempting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I better get going on my work and I have groceries on the kitchen table. Yes I went grocery shopping, had to no food in fridge.. I hate shopping for food and I always get the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111573781444779308?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111573781444779308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111573781444779308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111573781444779308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111573781444779308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-angel-dido.html' title='&quot;No Angel&quot; -Dido'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111565028608669037</id><published>2005-05-09T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:05:31.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Same Sky"Redland Palomino Co.</title><content type='html'>Song Quote&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:" When the lights go down at the end of the day, look at how much we have changed though our paths stop crossing and we go our separate ways, well somethings remain the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little experiment of mine to see how much I have actually changed in the past few months. Ok so longer hair, thats a given.. Am scared to get a haircut here, I guess Janet has spoiled me! You cant tell if I stil have a tan, in fact it looks like I didnt really have a tan to begin with, but I did.. and now Uh, yeah I dont! Other than that I think I look pretty much the same.. I feel pretty much the same other than the fact that I am no longer a 24 KID but a 25 ADULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24 years of age and the day before I left for London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/purpleshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/200/purpleshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25 years of age.. 9 months in london&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of pictures I thought I would post what I wrote for my segment in broadcast. Remeber we are doing a dog spin on Sex and the City so when you read this &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont think of Carrie and Miranda as Humans but as dogs!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah it was harder to write than I thought it would be and really I dont think its too hot but what can you do.. I have a feeling Bella our broadcast producer will probably change it around alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie v/o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the social event of the season and I needed to look my very best. Where did a girl go in a clothing crisis? Well Harrods of course. I don’t know if it’s the sparkle of the collars or the statuesque placing of the shoes on pedestals that make it feel as if I am in the midst of a religious experience every time I step onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Carrie didn’t you just buy a new pair of Jimmy Chew shoes last week. Why can’t you just wear those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Why? Miranda do I even have to explain that the main woman in fashion is coming to our side of the hill and I can not wear a pair of heels that I bought last week for a book signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Didn’t you just complain that your DogAmex card had reached its limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Has almost reached its limit I still have a little to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie V/O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why it is that woman seem to lose all sense of reality when the feel of cashmere is placed between their paws. A sense of urgency over takes you and the feeling that you can not live without it causes you to throw all logic out the window.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment as I swept pass all of the spring designs of my favorite designers, Gucci, Burberry,. When I saw them the shoes that every pup dreams of. They sat on a pedestal silently calling me to them. The Manolo Blahnik shoes in a rose color seemed to glow and vibrate with every step I made closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Lover&lt;br /&gt;Miranda with an array of scarves in her paws looked over Carries shoulder to inspect the pair of shoes that have Carrie in a state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Carrie don’t you already have those in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Miranda if you happen to look a little closer you will see that this pair is quite different it has a delicate flower on the side of the shoe. The pair that I have is red and they have no flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Well red is still nice why don’t you give your card a breather and just wear those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Because Miranda, if you happen to read your Dog Today magazine you would know that the color of the season is different shades of pink and I will not subject myself to being out of fashion at the reception. Besides cant you see that these babies want to come home with me. Look at how they are looking at me. Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; What? What how much are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; No, No and it doesn’t matter. I have another very important matter I don’t have the right outfit to wear with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; See Carrie this is what happens when you come here. The lights cause you to lose all sense of self and all you can think about is what you don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop being a wet dog and help me choose something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you remember why you invited me am supposed to be a buffer between you and debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah and thank you for that but I will no longer be needing your services. Feel free to gush with me over all of the beautiful things here, you know you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; You told me you would say that and not to pay any mind to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; But look at these collars, they come in leopard, diamante, and you can even decide what you want it to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda:&lt;/strong&gt; Now that is not fair you know how I have a weakness for collars. You&lt;br /&gt;know how self conscious I am about my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie:&lt;/strong&gt; Miranda what collar are you going to wear to the reception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie V/O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it I saw the look of a dog that refused to even look at clothes quickly change into the look of a dog that didn’t know where to look first.&lt;br /&gt;Three hours, 4 pair of shoes, 2 Doggy Dior outfits and enough accessories to make the queen jealous later Miranda and I left Harrods. Stepping into Canine Cab I looked back and felt blessed that I lived in a city that let me shop until my heart was content or at least until I had maxed out my&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Credit&amp;id=56';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; credit &lt;/a&gt;card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny? Whatever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111565028608669037?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111565028608669037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111565028608669037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111565028608669037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111565028608669037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/same-skyredland-palomino-co.html' title='&quot;The Same Sky&quot;Redland Palomino Co.'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111550977679121120</id><published>2005-05-08T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:13:46.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Las Mananitas"- traditional mexican birthday song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/640/DSCN0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/2616/320/DSCN0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo,Nats and Mat at the Texas Embassy celebrating my birthday... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohhooo !!! Am 25.. My birthday was on wed and frankly I still cant believe it.  It started off on  a great note. At midnight I had all sorts of pressies, funny OTh cards on the board, Ally made me a beautiful fanart of my man James which now graces my desktop. Which is almost as close I am going to get to actually having him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The next day when I arrived at school Natalie had gotten me a little cake and everyone sang happy birthday as I belw out the candle which of course I screwed up bc I kept accidentally blowing it out bc i kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;It was of course a long school day so we didnt do much celebrating but it was still full of suprises for me. I didnt really expect so much and that made everything a little more special.&lt;br /&gt;We did go out on thursday to this tex mex restaurant which am sad to say I think is the only mexican restaurant I know of in town. So lets just say an english twist on tex-mex food isnt really that good. But the y did have mariachis .. so I have to give them that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its really late here and I actually wanted to try out this picture thing. So I got one up and I will be working on getting more up..&lt;br /&gt;can you tell what i got for my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111550977679121120?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111550977679121120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111550977679121120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111550977679121120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111550977679121120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/las-mananitas-traditional-mexican.html' title='&quot;Las Mananitas&quot;- traditional mexican birthday song'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111507032504176306</id><published>2005-05-02T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:25:54.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Monday, Monday, Monday" - Tegan and Sara</title><content type='html'>I have been procrastinating. I have three huge projects that I should be working on, and I cant seem to get motivated. This isnt like me and I HATE it. Today was actually no school and instead of writing my article I decided to play in Photoshop and make a pizza. So now its almost 11pm and I thought now would be a good time to start cracking on some research. I am so bad..&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell I dont come bearing music but I will in the next few days.. once I get over this homework hump..&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a quick note Bekah and I will be working on a music site for this summer so look out for that..I think it will be tons of fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111507032504176306?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111507032504176306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111507032504176306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111507032504176306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111507032504176306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-monday-monday-tegan-and-sara.html' title='&quot;Monday, Monday, Monday&quot; - Tegan and Sara'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111447027347650359</id><published>2005-04-25T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:02:17.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Breathe" Anna Nalick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                           No one can find the rewind button girl,So cradle your head in you hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                   .... And breathe, just breathe, Woah breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;Today I was sitting in my Photoshop magazine layout class &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;with my head in my hands thinking&lt;/span&gt; I am never going to finish this. We have a forty page magazine to put together in less than a months time and we have no idea what font we are going to use. Thats the least of our worries.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Pandora, our Editor and my layout partner was hung over and looked like a rag doll in front of the computer. I was trying to talk her into changing her mind about the libertine print as the cover of the magazine but I was talking to a brick wall and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then I thought oh what the hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tutor for photoshop is this young kid who I can rarely understand but I guess if I paid attention it would be alot easier.&lt;br /&gt;But I get over anxious in class and just want to start working and then I get fustrated when I cant get the image I have in my head onto paper. Its even more frustrating when the groups around you seem a little farther ahead then you are but I know thats not the case.&lt;br /&gt;My friends in the other groups have their own &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sob stories and sadly&lt;/span&gt; that makes me feel better because I know that am not the only one in over my head.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I was all knowledgable in the world of photoshop but I guess I can wish all I want.&lt;br /&gt;But I did have a lovely morning, class wasnt till 2:30 pm so I was able to get up at a reasonable 8am, have a nice breakfast, make some very important phone calls, let my hair air dry since I still keep forgetting to buy a hair dryer everyday, and watch Judge Judy. Ahh now if I could only do that every morning life would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;But no tomorrow i have a group meeting at 10:30 am, tutorial at 11:30 am and then research, reasearch..&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yeah lets see if that happens?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so its way past my bedtime..how come I can never ever get to bed by midnight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111447027347650359?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111447027347650359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111447027347650359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111447027347650359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111447027347650359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/04/breathe-anna-nalick.html' title='&quot;Breathe&quot; Anna Nalick'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111434414060265442</id><published>2005-04-24T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:35:00.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Call to Apathy" The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Song quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You want to jump and dance, But you sat on your hands, And lost your only chance "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its already sunday and once again the week flew by without me even knowing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would like you to think that I was caught up in the hustle and bustle of London life. That my days were busy with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fashionable lunches&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sienna&lt;/span&gt; Miller, maybe even giving &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Madge&lt;/span&gt; fashion tips on her next photoshoot for Versace and at night would I go to Pangeas or China Whites with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prince William and Harry&lt;/span&gt;, but if I told you that and you believed me am not sure who would be crazier you or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so London is fast paced and wonderful but am sad to report that between school and&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hardly have a life. But dont feel sorry for me am not living in a cave or anything..&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for this month to fly by for one my&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; is right around the corner and I am actually looking forward to it and two at the end of May my projects will be done..YEAH..&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my class last week we had this stylist come in who has done shoots for magazines and pop stars, you name shes done it, anyways she going to be teaching us how to put together a photoshoot for a magazine and i cant tell you how excited I am.. But right now I have tons of research to do on Puppyfashion and travel destinations of the rich and famous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to drop off my playlist: I havent had alot of time to go to any shows, or look up any music but these are songs that have been on my playlist as of late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111434414060265442?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111434414060265442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111434414060265442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111434414060265442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111434414060265442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/04/call-to-apathy-shins.html' title='&quot;A Call to Apathy&quot; The Shins'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111395044531577370</id><published>2005-04-19T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:40:39.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Re-Offender" - Travis</title><content type='html'>Song quote of the day: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Keeping up appearances, keeping up with the Jones's..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis Re-offender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use this quote for two reasons: Every morning its the same story for me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never ever know what to wear&lt;/span&gt;. I could have everything hung up in my closet or neatly folded in my drawers but by the time I leave for school everything is off its hangers and scattered on my bed or littered on the floor. I guess thats &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;one of the hang ups&lt;/span&gt; of going to a fashion school. Every single day is a fashion show, whos wearing what and how they are wearing it. I remember the first day I walked into class and I looked around at all of the different outfits being sported,that of course were the current  fashion but still held some sort of orginality and I thought how am I going to keep up with this am a girl from Seattle our &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;biggest fashion trend was grunge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lord Help Me!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that after the first month or two the whole fashion show competition started to teeter off. But it still a factor for me every single morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was an early session I had a tutorial with our broadcast tutor and my group had to tell her how our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;programme about Prim Rose Hill through a dogs eye view&lt;/span&gt; is coming along. Yes! Yes, you heard me right. My group has decided to use canines with voice overs as presenters for our Broadcast project. Umm just to let you know I was sick the day they decided and I like to think that had I been there this would have never had happened but alas its real life and my task is to research &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pooch fashion&lt;/span&gt;. Well you do what you have to do right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a productive day over all .. My group had a meeting from 11am till 4pm covering the different aspects of our three projects and as of now I am part of the magazine layout team, writing a travel piece, putting together a flatplan for a website and oh yes Pooch fashion.. I have alot of&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Now dont you wish you were doing fashion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it is time for bed ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you ask what the other reason is for the song I chose well of course you should know this but its the song that was played during my favorite scene in my favorite television show that is back from hiatus today .. YEAH..&lt;br /&gt;Now this shouldnt suprise you, you know how much &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I heart television...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/alixrose/luc.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not your a drama for your mama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my guilty pleasure... am not watching General Hospital anymore so give me this.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodnite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111395044531577370?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111395044531577370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111395044531577370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111395044531577370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111395044531577370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/04/re-offender-travis.html' title='&quot;Re-Offender&quot; - Travis'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111381649124823707</id><published>2005-04-18T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:47:23.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"One Chance"- Modest Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sonq Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have one chance. One chance to get everything right.&lt;br /&gt;We have one chance, one chance. And if we're lucky we might.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song currently on repeat: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3CHD9R1BG88OJ2UTADLBEH8PML"&gt;Modest Mouse: One Chance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put uploaded these for some friends so might as well share them here..LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3CHD9R1BG88OJ2UTADLBEH8PML"&gt;The Veils: The Wild Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://s11.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2OV0NL68DEPJL3L2NDNBOSDR6G"&gt;The Veils: Guiding Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about 10:30a m and I am ever so slowly getting ready to go back to school. Yes my break is finally over. If you can call it a break it might have been a month but I worked full time so I am more tired today, and its going to be a long one. Am going to my IT class where we will learn about magazine layout and thats kinda exciting since I am currently obsessed with Photoshop and&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a onMouseOver="window.status='' ; return true;"  onMouseOut="window.status='';" oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" href="" TITLE="More Info..."&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any excuse to play around in it. Of course last night instead of reading up for class I created a live journal and talked on AIM for hours but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from my friend &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt; and we are meeting for lunch for some Lebanese food. Yummmm! It seems to have become a little ritual for us, theres a great little cheap place just around the corner from school and I cant tell you how many times it has saved me from starvation. Class always runs during my usually scheduled lunch time so am famished by the time it lets out.&lt;br /&gt;She also asked me if I happen to put any thought into what career path I will choose for next year.. in other words major in and as you know I have been teetering between &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Broadcast&lt;/span&gt;. As many of you had said its not a big suprise that I have been swaying towards broadcast since you know my&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a onMouseOver="window.status='' ; return true;"  onMouseOut="window.status='';" oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" href="" TITLE="More Info..."&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of television. But anyways lets just say that today its broadcast I still have one month before the big decision. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have to get ready or I will be running to meet the girls but thats no suprise when am I not running late.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have some ideas to make this site a little prettier so look for new things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Monday..yeah right I know!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111381649124823707?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111381649124823707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111381649124823707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111381649124823707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111381649124823707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-chance-modest-mouse.html' title='&quot;One Chance&quot;- Modest Mouse'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-111359740149051093</id><published>2005-04-15T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:57:05.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Musics On" The Redland Palominos Co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song Quote of the week&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time you hear this I will be gone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redland Palominos Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can probably tell I havent posted in forever and yes real life got in the way but the truth of it is I got a little lazy and obsessed on other computer programs..&lt;em&gt; Thanks Ally, JK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Doreen and Bekah&lt;/strong&gt;, my music junkies I decided that I should get back on the ball with this.. I really did enoying sharing my playlists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been a slave to the party shuffle on my ipod, which is a good thing because with over 2,000 something songs you forget what you have. So my playlist contains some new and old stuff that I have newly discovered. As always its a varied list and it must utterly confuse some of you that I like this song and that song, am a enigma what can I say..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Its simple I just like what I like and I hope you find some songs that you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bekah I know you maybe shocked to find no Hooptie on the list.. I dont want to share him..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always the songs are up for seven days from today ..&lt;br /&gt;You can find links to the artists page on the right side of this post so if you like something buy their cd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will try to be better at this.. and leave a comment if you like any of the songs ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-111359740149051093?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/111359740149051093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=111359740149051093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111359740149051093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/111359740149051093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/04/musics-on-redland-palominos-co.html' title='&quot;Musics On&quot; The Redland Palominos Co.'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110789086401586114</id><published>2005-02-08T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:39:26.853Z</updated><title type='text'>"Does that Make Sense" The Jealous Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now how did that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At around 4pm yesterday I found myself at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Michiko Koshino&lt;/span&gt; (dont worry about pronounicing it correctly, i cant) with a calf skin jacket on my lap criss crossing wool through its holes, I guess you would have to see it to understand. But it was still quite fuzzy for me on how I got there by the time I got home. As a fashion student the best and most critical time to get&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;placement is this week and the next &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONDON FASHION WEEK&lt;/span&gt;. Its the best time to hit up designers because they are in a frenzy to get collections together for the catwalk shows and hopefully by volunteering your time you can get&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Tickets&amp;id=28';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; tickets &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to go inside. Now is not the time to be shy, so when someone asked me if I wanted to go help, I was on the next tube. But of course it couldnt be the worst time, I have a job interview tomorrow, Lent starts wed, and am going back to Megan Park on friday..what they didnt need me last week when the most important thing for me to do was buy the new copy of Marie Claire ( for research purposes of course)!&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless I was glad I went tired and cold and definetly not wearing the best shoes for my long treck but am glad I went. Its a funny, great feeling to know that something that I worked on for four hours is going to grace the catwalk for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my camera to let you all see what it all looks like, so let me just give you a few key words, cramped, hot, materials and papers everywhere...so chaos, I would like to say organized chaos but I have no idea. They didnt have enough room for me and the two other girls that went with me from LCF so we ended up in the office where all the PR and schmoozing was happening but I was content to&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next to drawings.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have gone back today but it just wasnt in the cards and I doubt I will even be able to go back this week, homework is piling up and if I dont get my butt in gear I will be putting a half-*** paper together and I am paying to much and depending to much on my grades to take my places to let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On a musical note:&lt;/span&gt; I am always looking for new music and I have stumbled across, well am sure many people know of them but I just happend to be browsing through my local music store and found their cd. I am not one for instrumental music but this is not your average soundtrack music it has a heartbeat all its own. So even if its not your thing I totally reccommend taking a moment to d/l a song, sit back and listen and then I know you will have to go buy the cd. Thanks to an awesome website you can d/l some audio tracks from&lt;a href="http://www.rectangular.org/explosions/audio.htm"&gt;Explosions in the Sky&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110789086401586114?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110789086401586114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110789086401586114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110789086401586114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110789086401586114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/02/does-that-make-sense-jealous-sound.html' title='&quot;Does that Make Sense&quot; The Jealous Sound'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110712820275440147</id><published>2005-01-30T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:22:08.003Z</updated><title type='text'>"I wish I was the Moon" Neko Case</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my room at the computer with like three different books one on the table, one on my bed and one on the floor and am trying to read all of the at the same time, yeah am talented like that..ok not!&lt;br /&gt;So this week went by particularly fast, I havent posted since monday and I havent had a chance to check my regular sources for any new music so I am just going to post what has been going around and around on my playlist. I have just been living by my ipod lately since I have been at school for hours almost everyday. I have been the good little student these past two weeks, getting extra reading sources, trying to&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt; ahead so I wont be working at the last minute even though that always seems to happen. I know its kind of dorky so much so that I almost hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/alixrose/jpslocation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a picture of my school, well its the door and even though I really only go to class here on tuesdays I have been venturing there alot more because the library is there. Its the main London College of Fashion building on John Princes street, right off Oxford Street. The building I go to mainly is a few blocks down on Davies but I cant find a picture of that one. I know, I know I should buy a camera and take the time so you all can see, I will do it when I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the weekend went by fast and the only real thing I got done was my book, "the devil wears prada" and I loved it. It was funny and I guess I could even count it as research since its about the life of a assistant to a head fashion editor. I must confess it scared me a little but it cant be that bad right...LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I cant stay up too late tonight, so goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110712820275440147?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110712820275440147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110712820275440147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110712820275440147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110712820275440147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-wish-i-was-moon-neko-case.html' title='&quot;I wish I was the Moon&quot; Neko Case'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110660092700208047</id><published>2005-01-24T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:40:56.730Z</updated><title type='text'>"For What Reason" Death Cab for Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/alixrose/image087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;, I dont know why he is wearing the sombrero but it sure made me smile this morning when I opened my inbox it was great to find it waiting for me. Its really hilarious, it made me think back to this christmas and the Santa costume. But I&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic not really because of the hat but because of the expression its priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a calling card today and I was able to call Mom and Poppie but of course Adam didnt answer because he probably didnt recognize the number. Maybe Adam we should set up a time, I need a good brother induced laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was quite eventful, it was one of those days where everything clicked in its small way. Even though I was running late this morningor afternoon however you look at it, yeah I dont have class till 1:30pm but for some reason am always running to catch the bus. If I would just cut down my time in front of the mirror I think I would have enough time to actually make breakfast and make up my bed but I always change like 50 times because I just cant face the catwalk in to the classroom. Eventually I just give up and go with what am wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the topic in class. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Men and Corsets!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, men wore corsets, huh, you didnt know!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I really didnt know either but it was quite interesting when my tutor explained how mens dress through the centuries changed so drastically from highly decorated outfits to somber suits. Its sad if you thinks about it becasue men have hardly any variety in their dress, well compared to womens. But times are changing but I still dont see it becoming socially acceptable for men to wear skirts anytime soon. Remember when Beckham wore that sarong, yeah the media went crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110660092700208047?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110660092700208047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110660092700208047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110660092700208047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110660092700208047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-what-reason-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='&quot;For What Reason&quot; Death Cab for Cutie'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110649714739789535</id><published>2005-01-23T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:48:12.456Z</updated><title type='text'>"This Must Be The Place" The Talking Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Home is where  I want to be but I guess am already there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its hard to really write down the way you feel sometimes. I haven't written poetry or anything for that matter outside of school&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; work,&lt;/a&gt; in ages and its bringing me down. Its frustrating to find out that you have really nothing to say but I guess I have been in that mood lately and I hate it. I am not used to really being alone so much. I dont know what I thought moving to a new country would be like but maybe I shouldn't have been so niave as to think that I would feel that I fit in so quickly. I have school and that takes up most of my time but at moments I feel what I think is homesickness seep in. The feeling of being able to pick up the phone and being able to talk to my brother or a friend without worrying about using up all of my phone card or what time it is. Not that I dont have people that I can call here and speak to, its just not the same. Its different because know one really knows me here and everyone is new to me here.&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny that when I was in the states I relished in my time alone, trying to just have some quiet time on the couch because&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=work&amp;id=4';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; work &lt;/a&gt;took up all of my time but now I have more alone time then I care for and I guess I could call someone here and arrange to meet for lunch but living on a budget hinders alot of silly expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I should find a job..am working on it. I hate the idea of going from shop to shop and leaving my c.v. I hate doing it period but we all have to do it so I should just suck it up, right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways now that I have written this all down I feel much better and as I read it over I dont really feel as bad as it sounds. I cant really complain I mean look where I am, in a vibrant city, studying the subject I&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;and feeling that this path could actually take me somewhere, so I should stop wallowing. It doesnt mean that I cant miss what I have left behind, I just have to give it time. And I have 2 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110649714739789535?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110649714739789535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110649714739789535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110649714739789535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110649714739789535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-must-be-place-talking-heads.html' title='&quot;This Must Be The Place&quot; The Talking Heads'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110640742995291857</id><published>2005-01-22T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:25:06.270Z</updated><title type='text'>"Coming in From the Cold" The Delgados</title><content type='html'>Its already saturday, what happened to thursday and friday!&lt;br /&gt;But I have only been back in London for about two weeks, so maybe its not going as fast as I think. This week has just been crazy with briefs, projects and readings. Am reading an article for Cultural studies called 'Consuming Fashion' by S.Miles and its actually quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;One line stated by Craik says that 'Fashion statements appear to mark a moment, but the fashioned body is never secure or fixed.' Which is what we are taught in class, that fashion is a constant cycle always moving but this article asks if its the consumer or the industry is moving it.&lt;br /&gt;' Does Fashion shape social life or is it shaped by it?'&lt;br /&gt;My tutor explained that in order to remain a capitalist society that the industry feeds the consumer. It tells us whats new in fashion, whats hot, whats not and then it goes on to tear us down by saying look slimmer in these clothes, lose ten pounds this way, this what the celebrities are wearing shouldn't you be wearing it too.&lt;br /&gt;It also goes on to illustrate that individual fashion is practically impossible in a mass produced market. That we are given the illusion that we have the ability to create our own style with the goods provided to us. But then some people are comfortable in the fact they can put pieces of a fashioned style and be there own within it.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see these ideas are running circles in my head since I have to write a small summary on it but I just thought I would post this and see what you thought. Okay enough of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to drop off my new playlist which you can find at the right of this screen. I am enamored with this list of songs right now and I hope you find one or two that you like as well. As always the songs will be up for seven days from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110640742995291857?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110640742995291857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110640742995291857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110640742995291857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110640742995291857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/coming-in-from-cold-delgados.html' title='&quot;Coming in From the Cold&quot; The Delgados'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110618780156398634</id><published>2005-01-19T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T03:08:01.813Z</updated><title type='text'>"January Rain"-David Gray</title><content type='html'>Well its already and only wednesday but my what a week it has been. School has been full of briefs, groups and projects and it takes alot for me to think back to when I was not in school and couldnt wait to be doing this again. I must have been crazy. But then again how can I not love a class where the debate is whether the wonderbra is empowering for women why or why not? Well of course I was made to debate for it and since I have never worn one I could only speculate.&lt;br /&gt;When I mention to people that I am studying fashion promotion, I get a lot of "Oh that's lovely" but I get the feeling that they dont get the scope of what all it entails. Not only do you have to be prepared for class but you also have to dress like your going to a fashion show everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I like about London though everyone at least that I see is dressed in a stylish personal way. Its cool, I cant help but people watch and where better to people watch but on the second story of a red bus. Of course its never that simple because depending on the time the bus is usually crowded and I have to focus my attention on keeping my oversized handbag on my lap, my earphones from falling out of my ears, all the while keeping warm underneath my coat. Oh the life of a city girl!! I have to do it all again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All My Friends - Amos Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110618780156398634?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110618780156398634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110618780156398634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110618780156398634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110618780156398634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/january-rain-david-gray.html' title='&quot;January Rain&quot;-David Gray'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110596154290698188</id><published>2005-01-17T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T11:32:22.906Z</updated><title type='text'>"Reflections"- Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Ok.. so I didn't think I was going to update this soon but...I happened to do  a music survey at my friend, the FF, so I decided why not put the songs up that I happened to list just in case  my fellow music junkies would like to hear them too.&lt;br /&gt;On a another note: This survey was alot harder to do than I thought and now that I look back I think I would change some things ...uuhhh ...maybe not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these will be up for seven days from today..I hope you like them as much as I do..&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn am going to be late for class!!&lt;br /&gt;Check back ..am going to be putting up songs of the moment..and then maybe a few more here and there in the next seven days..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110596154290698188?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110596154290698188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110596154290698188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110596154290698188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110596154290698188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/reflections-atmosphere.html' title='&quot;Reflections&quot;- Atmosphere'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110591626707855635</id><published>2005-01-16T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:05:01.943Z</updated><title type='text'>"Hallelujah" - Jeff Buckley</title><content type='html'>This title is fitting for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Its been over a month since I have update but for good reason. Its only been a week since I have flown back to London and school started just as soon as I stepped off the plane, so this weekend is the first time I have had a chance to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;2. I happen to have this song on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it but the first time I heard this song I was sitting at a Starbucks but it struck me so quickly that I had to ask the barrista who was singing....It wasnt Buckley. It happened to be Rufus Wainwright but with a little searching I happened to find this acoustic version and I havent been able to let go of it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have decided to post as often as I can but it takes sometime to upload songs so I wont be able to do it as often as I like and not so many songs as I have been doing. So I will make sure to note whether theres a new song or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one will be up for seven days from today..hope you love it as much as I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110591626707855635?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110591626707855635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110591626707855635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110591626707855635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110591626707855635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2005/01/hallelujah-jeff-buckley.html' title='&quot;Hallelujah&quot; - Jeff Buckley'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110259794567396704</id><published>2004-12-09T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:29:17.350Z</updated><title type='text'>"On My Way Home" - The Perishers</title><content type='html'>I thought the title of this post was perfect. Its a great song and I am actually getting ready to go home. I get a month off from school and am on the first plane back to Seattle. I am so excited to see my family and friends and of course so home cookin.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was doing some last minute packing and I realized I couldn't take my computer with me. Darn I should have bought a laptop...just wasn't thinking. So that means all of my music has to stay here in London while I take the 12 hour plane ride to Seattle. At least I will have my ipod, saving me from airplane music. But I wont be able to upload anymore songs on to my playlist so I thought as an early christmas present I would add some more songs now..just to hold you all over.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some tidbits about the artists that I have added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedelays.co.uk"&gt;The Delays&lt;/a&gt;- I was surfing through &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rub, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a music blog (you can find a link on my link list) and they had this listed as one of their favorite albums for 2004. Well just to see what all the hoop la was about I decided to download some songs. I put two of my favorites up. They really have a sound all their own, though it has been commented that they sound like a mix of the Hollies and Radiohead but listen to them and decide for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dukespirit.com"&gt;The Duke Spirit&lt;/a&gt;- I decided to head into HMV after school one day, very convienent since its right across the street. I went to one of the listening stations and just started pushing buttons and thats how I first found out about The Duke Spirit..not very romantic but I remember just knowing I had to have it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsohia.com"&gt;Songs:Ohia&lt;/a&gt;- The hard part was chosing the song to put on my playlist since at any given time I have at least three. This song starts out simply just the guitar and a voice. But what a voice, an instrument in itself. It tugs and sways and you can just picture him sitting on a stool, with his eyes closed playing. This song inspires, the lyrics are strong but the sound is what moves you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattygriffin.com"&gt;Patty Griffin&lt;/a&gt;- I loved the Rowing song by this girl so I needed to find more of her and I stumbled across "You are not alone". Her music is country folk and thats not really my type of music, but when you hear the first words of this song and how she wraps them around the music of the guitar, you will be hooked too. I must warn you that its a slow and a little sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehonorarytitle.com"&gt;The Honorary Title&lt;/a&gt;- Another break up song, I know. But you will like this one. Its not really my favorite of theirs ...they have other cool ones but for some reason I can't stop playing it. I think its because it starts out kind of slow and then all the confusion he has surprises you by exploding out. It still surprises me sometimes. So listen to the whole thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drownedinsound.com/bands/1673.html"&gt;The Reindeer Section&lt;/a&gt; - I don't know why I didnt put their songs up yesterday especially with the&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have for their music...Thanks Susan for setting me straight...I really&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this band and how could I not its made up of artists from other bands that I heart. Gary Lightbody and Jonny Quinn from &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;, John Cummings (&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mogwai&lt;/span&gt;), Aidan Moffat &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Arab Strap),&lt;/span&gt; Richard Colburn and Mick Cooke &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;), Colin MacIntyre &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Mull Historical Society&lt;/span&gt;), Jenny Reeve (&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eva)&lt;/span&gt;, Willie Campbell and Charlie Clarke (&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Astrid&lt;/span&gt;) and I only put up three of their songs..trust me this is a record worth the money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theperishers.nu"&gt;The Perishers&lt;/a&gt;- You didn't think there wouldn't be a song from them on here..again.. did you? This is another duet. I just&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I wish you all a Merry Christmas now in case I don't have a chance before the holidays. I hope Santa brings you all some amazing cd's!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110259794567396704?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110259794567396704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110259794567396704&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110259794567396704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110259794567396704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-my-way-home-perishers.html' title='&quot;On My Way Home&quot; - The Perishers'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110252472021469238</id><published>2004-12-08T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:27:34.113Z</updated><title type='text'>"Million Miles" - Mirah</title><content type='html'>As some of you know that this Music Blogger was part of a Uni Project. I had to create a weblog on some trend or issue and I chose music. Now am not an expert on music or have some great extensive knowledge on all sorts of genres but I still have a great passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sang in choirs for years and I miss it and wish I had the time to do that now but we all want things ...doesn't mean its going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But I still listen to music all the time, really at all times. Especially since I got my ipod, I just want to fill it till it explodes...well i dont want it to explode.&lt;br /&gt;But music has really been a companion to me since I made my big move to London.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have decided to keep my weblog alive, figuring that since I am so far from home that I could put up my daily musings in a quick post and my friends and family can see what's going on in the day and life of Alix. &lt;em&gt;Dont worry I will refrain from refering to myself in the third person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back on to the topic at hand..I will also be sharing my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I have added a section called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My Playlist,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;where some of my fave songs that are currently on repeat on my itunes library are available for download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave any suggestions you may have for me as well. I love to hear about new artists or even old artist but are new to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Just a little notes about the artists featured on my playlist&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Perishers&lt;/span&gt;: Every song I have heard from them has instantly become a favorite and I highly reccommend purchasing their album. But I chose Pills for my list because even though its a song about fading love, its hauntinly moving. I have been listening to it non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;: I am sure I don't have to go into how wonderful and poetic this man is. I have known about him for over a year and one of his songs is always on my list. Right now its this song.. It just pulls you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Jealous Sound&lt;/span&gt;: I just found this band and I know they were a hit like two years ago but they are new to me . This song with the guitar and drums just hooks you. The leads singers voice is very different from what I heard before but my first instinct is like what but then I want to hear it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cursive:&lt;/span&gt; This song is almost 10 min long and its still not long enough. Its awesome. It says the same 8 lines over and over again but it grows with emotion and you can't help but connect with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moving Units&lt;/span&gt;: I have two songs from them on my list and I could have easliy added more. The beats they created are electronic and rock and the fusing toghether of the two makes them unique and I love them. I know you will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ray LaMongtagne&lt;/span&gt;: Now I heard about him from a music buddy of mine..Bekah, who had heard his "shelter" song on the show the O.C and when I was looking for that one, I found this one.. and I fell in love with his voice. He has some amazing songs but this one stands out for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jonh Vanderslice&lt;/span&gt;: This songs tells a story of a young man and his family that won't let him go. Now I cant really identify with that, I dont want to run from my family, but his voice is clean strong and crisp and I really really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;: I just adore this song. The lead singer has a childlike voice and its perfect for the words. I didn't get my drivers license till I was 21, so this could have been my anthem, even though the song is not really about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maria Mena&lt;/span&gt;: Now this is the silliest love song I have ever heard. Its funny and I just adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;22-20's&lt;/span&gt;: This is a great rock song. You just want to turn this up, especially when your having a bad day. It about how tired your are of all the mess and man you just not gonna take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mirah:&lt;/span&gt; I have alot of her songs but this one has been on my playlist for awhile. Once you listen to it you will know why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110252472021469238?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110252472021469238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110252472021469238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110252472021469238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110252472021469238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/12/million-miles-mirah.html' title='&quot;Million Miles&quot; - Mirah'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110201327731694923</id><published>2004-11-29T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:13:01.910Z</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Realize?" - The Flaming Lips</title><content type='html'>Once you have found a few artists that genuinely interest you take their name and pop it into your file sharing program and see if any songs pop up. If so, within minutes your music library should be beginning to grow.If not, no worries there are still many other tools that the internet provides that can save you from the radio station that repeats the same song over and over.For example there are hundreds, if not thousands of music communities that you can join on the web. These communities such as &lt;a href="http://www.stereokiller.com"&gt;www.stereokiller.com&lt;/a&gt; can put you in direct contact with other music buffs, where you can discuss artists, share music and read reviews. Another fantastic technological advancement is the MSN or AOL instant messenger, &lt;a href="http://www.aol.com"&gt;www.aol.com&lt;/a&gt; Not only does this program allow you to have conversations with people all of the world but it also has a specific tool that allows one person to send a file directly to the other. Lastly there is the internet radio, such as &lt;a href="http://www.koobaraadio.com"&gt;www.koobaradio.com&lt;/a&gt; that are popping up all over the web with music from mainstream to unsigned bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110201327731694923?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110201327731694923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110201327731694923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110201327731694923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110201327731694923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-realize-flaming-lips.html' title='&quot;Do You Realize?&quot; - The Flaming Lips'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110183447350090379</id><published>2004-11-28T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:44:33.150Z</updated><title type='text'>"The World at Large"- Modest Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Computer. &lt;em&gt;Check&lt;/em&gt;. File-sharing program. &lt;em&gt;Check&lt;/em&gt;. Now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you take what you have learned and broaden your music horizons?The internet is yet again at your rescue. It's as simple as typing in your preferred music genre into your favorite search engine and clicking on every link that appears. The endless resources at your disposable is due to the fact that music genre's from underground hip-hop to country music have caught on to the power of the internet and the promotion that it can provide them. There is more to the internet than the mainstream record label sites it just takes a few minutes to find the non-mainstream sites. Just to start you out here are some links that can point you in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kpunk.com"&gt;www.kpunk.com&lt;/a&gt; - An online underground music and distribution site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadetree.com"&gt;www.jadetree.com&lt;/a&gt; - A record label site that offers some non-mainstream music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110183447350090379?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110183447350090379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110183447350090379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110183447350090379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110183447350090379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/11/world-at-large-modest-mouse.html' title='&quot;The World at Large&quot;- Modest Mouse'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110158017044181592</id><published>2004-11-23T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:16:59.366Z</updated><title type='text'>"Girl Inform Me"- The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Using your computer to find new and meaningful music has become the latest trend. The web has aided music buffs to go to artists websites and listen to audio clips. Its also has made it possible for artists to widen their fanbase by having space to promote their sound. Instant messaging has also made it possible to send music files and videos over the internet from one person straight to the other.A certain freedom has been gained by using these tools. Its easier to get pass the hold that the music industry has on the music that we listen too. We can now search for something more. The most popular method used among muisc predators is the file-sharing program. Its pretty simple, just log on to a search engine and type in "music sharing" and a handful of sites are going to pop up. The best part is that the software is usually free.As soon as you have it uploaded a world of music is only just a few clicks away. This is a great way to expand your music library. No longer are you trying to budget for that one cd, now you can choose the songs you really want and avoid paying for ones you dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Links to sharing programs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.limewire.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;www.limewire.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winmix.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;www.winmix.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audiogalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;www.audiogalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110158017044181592?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110158017044181592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110158017044181592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110158017044181592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110158017044181592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/11/girl-inform-me-shins.html' title='&quot;Girl Inform Me&quot;- The Shins'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-110147808037108540</id><published>2004-11-21T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:08:38.346Z</updated><title type='text'>"The Games that Play Us" - The Blackouts</title><content type='html'>Music is everywhere you go, on the radio, in department stores, your local market and even on television. In the beginning it was all about innovation and being rebellious but now it has become a money making business.Music has been swallowed up by money hungry music moguls and we are forced to listen to what they spit out. Truthfully, they are selling us more of an image than an actual sound ignoring the fact that people who go to the concerts and buy the cd's are not looking for the cookie cutter image.No the fact is image is secondary to the art of the music. Fans just don’t want any music. They want something that will last longer then the whole 3 min and 31 seconds its on. Alot of sites are popping up all over the web expressing their opinion of the muisc industry and helping others find ways of finding music that suits their tastes.&lt;br /&gt;For more information click on these links and find out what people are thinking. &lt;a href="http://www.donewaiting.com"&gt;www.donewaiting.com&lt;/a&gt; - Music blog that surviellances the current scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nomatterwhatyouheard.blogspot.com"&gt;www.nomatterwhatyouheard.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - Musings on independent genres, the music industry and the law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-110147808037108540?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/110147808037108540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=110147808037108540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110147808037108540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/110147808037108540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/11/games-that-play-us-blackouts.html' title='&quot;The Games that Play Us&quot; - The Blackouts'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9333679.post-112324159253438287</id><published>2004-11-20T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:33:12.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9333679-112324159253438287?l=randomsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/feeds/112324159253438287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9333679&amp;postID=112324159253438287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112324159253438287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9333679/posts/default/112324159253438287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsong.blogspot.com/2004/11/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>alixrose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HutrtuucJhw/Tq9kspQyuXI/AAAAAAAACFw/iSW2Of-BrYE/s220/blogger-image--346969522.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
