<?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-5381285788578548740</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:58:16.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down the Days...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sophomore in Virgina... student, daughter, Christian, friend. Counting down the days 'til college...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-6761412146645877932</id><published>2012-02-09T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:58:16.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned About Myself</title><content type='html'>I know I've already done the "Lessons I've Learned" post, but this is different. These are all things I think I've learned about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some unusual talents (i.e. Procrastinating, British accents, correcting people.. if those count as talents?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to jump into things whole-heartedly right away... not sure if this is good or bad? But I guess it's better to go all out than to hold back, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I expect the best of people; I wish I knew why. I mean, I've had countless experiences where I thought people could change and they didn't, but I still keep believing. Wish me luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still trying to decide if I'm the type of girl who always wants a boyfriend or the type of girl who will die alone and be completely okay with it. I mean, it's so nice to have someone who's always there for you and will compliment you and hold you... but then again, I love spending time alone. Sometimes there's nothing better than being home alone with the dog, reading and sleeping. I can't explain it, but I really love spending time by myself. That's why I can see myself just living alone with a dog and being completely okay with my life. Is that sad?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I could be an English teacher; it makes me&amp;nbsp;extremely angry when people make simple mistakes (&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; [give me &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;food]&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;you're&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; fat], &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; we took a test] and &lt;strong&gt;than&lt;/strong&gt; [I like him more &lt;em&gt;than&lt;/em&gt; her], &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; [Yes, I &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; want to see you this weekend]&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;defiantly&lt;/strong&gt; [She &lt;em&gt;defiantly&lt;/em&gt; stood her ground] and &lt;strong&gt;definately&lt;/strong&gt; [not a word at all], &lt;strong&gt;accept&lt;/strong&gt; [I can't &lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; that everyone makes these mistakes] and &lt;strong&gt;except&lt;/strong&gt; [I like everyone &lt;em&gt;except &lt;/em&gt;people who make these mistakes] etc.) But seriously, the desire I have to correct all these mistakes is slightly overwhelming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must enjoy being stressed out because I procrastinate until everything builds up and suffocates me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really unconfrontational; even if stuff bothers me, chances are I'll hold it in until I can't anymore, and then (no I won't confront the person) I'll cry (which I also don't do very often).. But, I think life would be so much easier if I had no problem speaking up and saying exactly what I'm thinking. Oh, well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-6761412146645877932?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6761412146645877932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-ive-learned-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6761412146645877932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6761412146645877932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-ive-learned-about-myself.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned About Myself'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-6778381344922339638</id><published>2012-02-08T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:44:34.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Confessions</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while since I've blogged (which is unlike me, I know), but we had a long weekend that seemed like it was filled with things to do. My mind was too tired to blog yesterday, but I had to come back for Midweek Confessions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completely forgot my homework this weekend until 10 o'clock monday night when I realized I had to read 4 chapters for an English quiz... I got them done but now I'm lacking sleep, like always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a joke, my dad told me I should start practicing my British accent now so that it will seem real in college...&amp;nbsp; I decided to try that for the night and it's addicting. I was driving my mom insane since I was talking just to hear myself talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've started randomly finding myself mentioning other blogs in conversation. Someone will talk about something and I'll remember when one of the blogs I follow mentioned it... I think that means I spend too much time reading blogs...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like my confessions are really lame today... My mind is gone this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've forgotten almost everything this week... it's bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And with that I think I should get off here and go to bed (yes I know it's barely 9 o'clock... Please don't judge)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-6778381344922339638?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6778381344922339638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/midweek-confessions_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6778381344922339638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6778381344922339638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/midweek-confessions_08.html' title='Midweek Confessions'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3600324098048062564</id><published>2012-02-03T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:57:35.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Friday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, again I was too lazy to take pics, but here are some of my favorites from &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="-Furby's pictures. =) - Pagina 87" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21902765/tumblr_ldsdilVnvL1qe27ezo1_500_large_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="beautiful, black, cute, diamond, fashion - inspiring picture on Favim.com" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21902898/beautiful-black-cute-diamond-fashion-Favim.com-278552_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving sparkley nail-polish right now. Just bought my first bottle yesterday, can't waait to use it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Bitch is the new Black" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21903094/tumblr_lygtklUVTK1r1fm5uo1_500_thumb.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="(1) Bajramović Amra" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21903117/422068_2328294021819_1683767714_1507498_929398317_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends with Benefits is one of the best movies ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="TEENAGER POST'S - hejdå hunden - byjenny - Starta en gratis blogg och börja blogga själv." class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21903367/90d83b56bb5d9299e4ab1676dab45299_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Google képkeresési találat: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rydjrG7tU/TrlRItpohcI/AAAAAAAAKEw/nDxcwRN8Mq0/s1600/ritesh-Couples-romantic-Love-pics-L.jpg" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21903521/ritesh-Couples-romantic-Love-pics-L_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D'awwwww (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Fotos do mural" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21812651/409001_173366266101447_133422636762477_243390_904480757_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21840164/tumblr_lye0cbgV4h1qeetf7o1_400_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, D'aww (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Shinyweather" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21840094/tumblr_luk3v7zkub1qjiolao1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Creatively Blog" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21841781/3247742671_b0a8c0a0de_b_large_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a snowstorm (:﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="furples: (by Rich Barger) - Dreams" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21790712/tumblr_ly91imZF4z1r0ixdro1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also want to go to the beach (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20648950/378129_285878981453915_240536179321529_805218_2095539661_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="(1) Pictures *-*" border="0" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20648950/378129_285878981453915_240536179321529_805218_2095539661_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Резултатът на Google за http://data.whicdn.com/images/9985509/27199_large.jpg" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20648797/27199_large_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ignore the language in the picture above... I just thought it was really funny... hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20648901/tumblr_lxcqqie7Kp1qdl0pso1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Expired." border="0" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20648901/tumblr_lxcqqie7Kp1qdl0pso1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="People throw rocks at things that shine" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19133919/tumblr_lqyycpZnvi1ql3j9ro1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to do my hair like that... and I also want M&amp;amp;M cookies now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry if I went a bit overboard, but I can't help but repost all the adorable dog/puppy pictures (:﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20529886/6635218977_196c74d84e_z_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="unknown | Flickr – Compartilhamento de fotos!" border="0" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20529886/6635218977_196c74d84e_z_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3600324098048062564?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3600324098048062564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/photo-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3600324098048062564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3600324098048062564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/photo-friday.html' title='Photo Friday (:'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-2000372526041961937</id><published>2012-02-02T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:06:59.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaahhh</title><content type='html'>Ever have those days when you just aren't feeling it? Today is one of those days... I woke up, late of course, thinking it was Friday. Well, it's not. Yay for rude awakenings, right? I couldn't even promise my exhausted self to sleep the next three days because I've still got another day this week, one that will involve a huge Bio test... &lt;strike&gt;awesome.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; I guess yesterday I should have gone home after basketball and finished my homework instead of watching &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars, Jeopardy, I Hate my Teenage Daughter, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;American Idol &lt;/em&gt;consecutively.&amp;nbsp; Even after all those, it still wasn't that late and I should've used my free time to get to sleep early since I haven't gotten to bed before 11 this week. But who am I to break a non-sleeping streak? Of course I stayed up texting, tweeting, and checking facebook... I guess right now I could be doing the homework I should have done last night, but blogging sounds much more appealing. Looks like I'll be spending another late night finishing homework. Guess who's pumped... &lt;strike&gt;THIS GIRL&lt;/strike&gt;. ha.ha.ha... All this mixed with my complete lack of sleep has made it one of those unmotivated, angry days that have been filling my week.&amp;nbsp;During English, I should have caught up on my reading since I skipped that last class, but I &lt;strong&gt;could not&lt;/strong&gt; make myself do it.&amp;nbsp;Now reading &lt;em&gt;Ethan Frome&lt;/em&gt; will interrupt my weekend of sleep. At least I had&amp;nbsp; an intense game of badminton to pick up my day &lt;strike&gt;a teensey bit &lt;/strike&gt;more than it should have...&lt;br /&gt;Going back to real classes and taking a test have killed the little bit of happiness again though... Maybe I'll review the shows I watched last night to hopefully lift my mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/em&gt;: I'm always a day or two behind on this one because my family doesn't have cable. Yes, I just typed that. They decided a few years ago that we watch too much TV and therefore, we should cancel cable... but back to &lt;em&gt;PLL&lt;/em&gt;;&amp;nbsp; I LOVE this show. I've read all the books but that never really helps keep up with the show since they change whatever they want. No complaints though, that's probably a good thing because I'm just as confused about who A is. (Apparently we'll know in 30 days!) Last night's episode was pretty good, maybe even a little below the show's drama standards. Ezra's job offer and Holden's bruise spiced things up a bit for Aria. And we all know Maya and Emily won't stay happy for too long if A has anything to do with it... And when will they bring Toby back, I can't take this much longer. Poor Hanna with those pictures... but at least she has Caleb (mmmmm).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But come on, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO A IS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="225" data-width="225" height="225" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTtyr0tim3RPDk6mVjP83GkDAVwF_ze4Du1ikVSE-9pcmkkBrXS" style="height: 225px; width: 225px;" width="225" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(big part of why I watch the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/em&gt;: Um, yes, this &lt;strike&gt;probably &lt;/strike&gt;definitely qualifies me as&amp;nbsp;a nerd. But it was colllege night, and answering some of those questions makes me feel really smart. Plus, one guy was brilliant, and attractive. This gives me hope for college since most of the boys in high school these past few days have been making me wonder if there's any hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="194" data-width="259" height="194" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQTgH07FjvJ5P5ep29eF-8iJyLh-2oum7F0fDyp_oCdaIANhv31MA" style="height: 194px; width: 259px;" width="259" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Hate my Teenage Daughter&lt;/em&gt;: This show has quickly become a new obsession of mine. Some of it's a bit exxagerated, but it's hilarious. I just can't help but laugh out loud at this one, especially last episode: "Teenage Dating." Lots of it sounded quite familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="183" data-width="275" height="183" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRs3Nq8dDFafjjwqIX8ThPX3ps3yWvrkl3bCOeLIHllwSmD716Hxg" style="height: 183px; width: 275px;" width="275" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;American Idol:&lt;/em&gt; I miss Simon Cowell. I love him, he made the show. Although, Steven Tyler is pretty hilarious, the show isn't the same without Simon's accent and dry humor. :( There was definitely some talent last night though; the last girl's story made me cry, which is saying something because I don't cry. But then again, I almost cried at &lt;em&gt;The Vow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;commercial...&lt;/strong&gt; maybe I'm going soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="192" data-width="262" height="192" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRg3wTAWvcFzpVSOXxWLAVMf7Ouz_7v74_xO-bmBgYCrGaKtwfI4w" style="height: 192px; width: 262px;" width="262" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="259" data-width="194" height="259" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQc-eABNYkFCfnlKCqcjBWIqbpeecvdADGtBTJz-qxSUcNmokXuJw" style="height: 259px; width: 194px;" width="194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that's it for today, now I'lll just sit here and remind myself: TOMORROW'S FRIDAY.TOMORROW'S FRIDAY.TOMORROW'S FRIDAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="202" data-width="249" height="202" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOhgYGee5PrHz4oi7BF8SPJGBRbq3xqC1DdMIpqoP5Q5G1r23ESg" style="height: 202px; width: 249px;" width="249" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-2000372526041961937?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2000372526041961937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/blaahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2000372526041961937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2000372526041961937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/blaahhh.html' title='Blaahhh'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3101718117435461988</id><published>2012-02-01T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:23:32.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY6Tahe--6I/TyAkZ0wfFvI/AAAAAAAAD5w/0viF-Z10CKU/s1600/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" closure_uid_7xhn8l="12" gda="true" height="86" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY6Tahe--6I/TyAkZ0wfFvI/AAAAAAAAD5w/0viF-Z10CKU/s320/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Happy humpday, let's celebrate with some confessions shall we? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everytime I check out a book at the library I get hate looks from the staff as they remind me that my&amp;nbsp;late fees&amp;nbsp;are literally 9 cents under the limit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been having some anger issues the past few days... people make me angry. They need to walk faster, drive faster, and STOP WALKING ON THE ROAD. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep finding myself yelling out "I HATE (fill in the blank)" way too many times a day, but things and people make me angry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE WON LAST NIGHT. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't gotten up before 7 this week. I should be waking up around 6:45 to be almost on time, but I just can't do it. Hello snooze button.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't gone to bed before 11 this week; that might explain the confession above...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a gumball machine last night and had to give in and get one.. it was amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm too tired to do more confessions this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3101718117435461988?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3101718117435461988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/midweek-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3101718117435461988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3101718117435461988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/02/midweek-confessions.html' title='Midweek Confessions'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY6Tahe--6I/TyAkZ0wfFvI/AAAAAAAAD5w/0viF-Z10CKU/s72-c/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-5775790182990746340</id><published>2012-01-31T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:59:30.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Bachelor</title><content type='html'>I joined &lt;em&gt;the Bachelor&lt;/em&gt; fan group last night.&amp;nbsp; I usually start watching around this time in the season... before now I think it's too difficult to follow.&amp;nbsp; This is when it's easier to start picking favorites.&lt;br /&gt;After last night, Courtney is definitely one of my least favorites... I hope the preview for next week means what I think it means... SEND HER HOME BEN! And the stuff she says... who does that? "Wonder if he's ever skinny dipped with a model before?" And I'm sure the &lt;em&gt;'connection' &lt;/em&gt;they have isn't based at all on the skinny dipping and her fakeness (HA HA).&lt;br /&gt;I definitely understood why he sent Elyse home... does she not realize that she says 'like' at least twice a sentence?&amp;nbsp; That drove me insane.&amp;nbsp;I would kill to have her abs though... (guess I'll just keep working out and praying.) &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe he kept Emily... it sounded for sure like he was sending her home. Props to her for telling him how she feels about Courtney, but she should know that there's no way he'll believe her.&amp;nbsp; Guys just expect the best of girls for some reason... Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm personally hoping that he picks&amp;nbsp;Courtney and then dumps now that they've started airing ... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1549862896518&amp;amp;id=add201623ee8c2296c9bd131f56f8c54&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.twirlit.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2012%2f01%2fbachelor-ben.jpg" style="left: 12px; width: 112px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And just as a side note, I really don't think he's that hot.. They've had waaay hotter on past seasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1595655458586&amp;amp;id=2994b4b0ee954ba6121784501054e0ba&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fstarcasm.net%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2012%2f01%2fCourtney_Robertson_The_Bachelor_winner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: undefined;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="sg_t" height="231" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1595655458586&amp;amp;id=2994b4b0ee954ba6121784501054e0ba&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fstarcasm.net%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2012%2f01%2fCourtney_Robertson_The_Bachelor_winner.jpg" style="height: 231px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 231px;" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;And also.. she's not that pretty either. Who cares if she's a model?&lt;/div&gt;Sorry, I've found myself being more cynical about this than normal.&amp;nbsp;But, all these girls 'love' him? You've known him for a few months, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;, and for the most part, you've only bonded with him in the company of other girls. You don't love him.&amp;nbsp; And how can he pick one when he's making out with all of them and telling them all that he could spend the rest of his life with them? I mean really, no wonder almost all the couples from this show break up. (I was sad about Ali and Roberto, Roberto was much sexier than Ben.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-5775790182990746340?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/5775790182990746340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-bachelor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/5775790182990746340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/5775790182990746340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-bachelor.html' title='Back to the Bachelor'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-9089848909070521315</id><published>2012-01-30T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:20:38.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shining....</title><content type='html'>Last night I finished reading &lt;em&gt;The Shining&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It was &lt;strike&gt;good &lt;/strike&gt;amazing.&amp;nbsp; I was hooked from the first chapter; then,&amp;nbsp;Saturday night I stayed up until 1:30 so I could figure out how it ended.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Didn't feel so great when I got up for church the next morning but it was well worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One of the advantages of reading books is that you get to play with someone else's imaginary friends, at all hours of the night."&amp;nbsp; ~Dr.&amp;nbsp;SunWolf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book focuses on the Torrance family.&amp;nbsp; Jack, the father, loses his job after losing his temper.&amp;nbsp; His previous alcoholism complicates the matter.&amp;nbsp; Because the money situation becomes desperate, his friend Al sets him up with a job interview at the Overlook hotel.&amp;nbsp; He takes the job as winter caretaker.&amp;nbsp; Because the hotel is situated high in the Rockies, it's unreachable during winter.&amp;nbsp; Jack's job is to stay there all winter, heating and caring for the building and ensuring it isn't robbed.&amp;nbsp; His family understands the importance of the job but isn't thrilled.&amp;nbsp; His son, Danny, who has psychic visions, knows that the place is haunted.&amp;nbsp; However, Danny doesn't want to ruin the opportunity for his father.&amp;nbsp; Once they are locked in for the winter, they discover the hotel's bloody history and encounter angry spirits.&amp;nbsp; The terrors of the hotel continue to the very end of the book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Although I'd read some of Steven King's short stories, this was the first time that I'd read one of his novels.&amp;nbsp; He is a truly talented writer; the imagery was amazing.&amp;nbsp; The surprises of the story never stopped and I could easily picture everything he wrote.&amp;nbsp; His ideas were chilling.&amp;nbsp; During the especially scary parts I could feel my heart racing as I worried about the characters whom I had become so attached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"A good book should leave you... slightly exhausted at the end.&amp;nbsp; You live several lives while reading it."&amp;nbsp; ~William Styron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;After contemplating all the scary movies I've watched, I've become almost positive that horror novels affect me much more than horror movies... I think I've found a new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never judge a book by its movie."&amp;nbsp; ~J.W. Eagan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting."&amp;nbsp; ~Edmund Burke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A house without books is like a room without windows."&amp;nbsp; ~Heinrich Mann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life."&amp;nbsp; ~W. Somerset Maugham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts."&amp;nbsp; ~Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.&amp;nbsp; Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." ~Groucho Marx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="198" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1547928091719&amp;amp;id=54355195d68e5fafec523f250519a7e7&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2f1.bp.blogspot.com%2f_EqE3k3xveRM%2fRf7NcsE-9_I%2fAAAAAAAAAKs%2fxrotIz88G_o%2fs400%2fMondays.jpg" style="height: 187px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-9089848909070521315?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9089848909070521315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/9089848909070521315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/9089848909070521315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/shining.html' title='The Shining....'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-9091743264173867819</id><published>2012-01-28T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:44:50.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things... (:</title><content type='html'>Since it's Saturday and I'm happy to be out of school, I decided I'd post about some other things that make me happy too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoodies and long sleeve t-shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unseasonably warm weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popcorn, pizza, cookies, CINNABONS, and all the other foods that are terrible for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="194" data-width="259" height="194" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRdr9R378nOuG68X_Yhsp-Ku3Bj1bwer6HQeANS48NGE17MS5O8Lw" style="height: 194px; width: 259px;" width="259" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Daddy brought some home for us.. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good book that hooks you from the first chapter:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1524619742529&amp;amp;id=790195b62daf0be9c6dc76310f766ae7&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fcdn.pastemagazine.com%2fwww%2fsystem%2fimages%2fthumbs%2fwww%2farticles%2fthe_shining_300x479.jpg%3f1273902939" style="height: 250px; left: 4px; top: 0px; width: 155px;" width="187" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what I'm reading right now... (Review to come later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoothies, my new addiction of the moment (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-mails from colleges complimenting my PSAT scores. They give me hope that I'll eventually figure out what I want to do with my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When those old songs I love come on the iPod or the radio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those times when you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That exhausted but wonderful feeling after a really good workout (I took an extreme core class today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercising first thing in the morning... It sucks waking up but I feel really accomplished and confident for the rest of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-9091743264173867819?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9091743264173867819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/9091743264173867819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/9091743264173867819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things... (:'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-791986369725580050</id><published>2012-01-27T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:43:31.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Friday SHOES</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to keep up with photo friday (: I didn't really get around to taking any pictures, but I did get back on weheartit.com for the first time in a while and realized that most of my 'hearts' are of shoes.&amp;nbsp; I figured I'd post some of my faves. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="cacophobia: fear of ugliness" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18428891/tumblr_lq53smMjm41qjp4bjo1_1280_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16140778/tumblr_ls3eq7cfVc1qb89kdo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE cowboy boots, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="(1) Foto di Blá blá blá de Homem" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18889088/387955_10150377802141720_314520836719_8845838_1210683954_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="&amp;amp;lt;3" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18456134/316472_314763655201038_168244953186243_1361043_1826363912_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heels are addicting... I love being taller than people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;img alt="Leighton Meester" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18134925/tumblr_lrpqa26ye41qdwj22o1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="A look in Mimi's World =]" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18075925/tumblr_lme2zq1h4e1qkl6t0o1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just one pair of Louboutins, please, please, that's all I ask... Well, maybe more like 6... OPTIMISM (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-01-02" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17786005/botas%25281%2529_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Fashionable /" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17805580/45528646202538013_DQ6nicy3_c_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;img alt="~ heart means everything" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18053900/tumblr_luza1tuv5K1r60fxzo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Likes | Tumblr" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17861938/tumblr_lutaw4yhbI1r564iyo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bows &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Profilképek" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17862971/304248_317037008312518_207210009295219_1512357_1687020895_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Merlin's beard" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17861315/tumblr_lutawsBmgB1qfyjhuo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason, I'm really liking blue shoes..﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Facebook" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21892241/405502_314894105217068_247091051997374_915734_733828255_n_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Collage of all the things I love - Styling - 2. strona bloga dostępnego pod adresem stre-etfashion.pinger.pl" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19462886/5_thumb.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I know that was kind of a lot, but you try picking from an album of over 50 pairs of gorgeous shoes... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-791986369725580050?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/791986369725580050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-friday-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/791986369725580050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/791986369725580050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-friday-shoes.html' title='Photo Friday SHOES'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-7905313067976774474</id><published>2012-01-26T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:03:40.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons...</title><content type='html'>Welll, I'm sitting here and my eyes won't stay open; it's awesome. But it was worth it to catch up on my &lt;em&gt;Glee &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/em&gt; was amazing, as always. It was one of the best episodes of &lt;em&gt;Glee&lt;/em&gt; in a while, too. I feel like the only thing on my mind and anyone else's anymore is the future. What with junior year registrations and emails from colleges and discussions&amp;nbsp;with the parents,&amp;nbsp; I feel like it's all I ever think about; it's kind of depressing. All the future thoughts got me thinking about life lessons. There are some I've learned and some that I probably still need to learn. I decided to post about them so hopefully my followers can learn from them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lessons I've learned:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't change for anyone. If a friend or boyfriend encourages you to do things that don't feel right or don't feel like you, don't do it. Stay who you are; if a person makes you change, they aren't worth it. I changed, and afterwards, when I realized it, I regretted that I'd let myself be changed instead of following my instincts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to your friends and family. If the majority of your friends disagree with what you're doing, listen to them. I learned this the hard way. In the end, I realized that my friends were right. So, learn from my mistakes and listen to your friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know who your true friends are... There are the few friends who will always be there for you, no matter what. Cherish them, and again.. listen to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lessons&amp;nbsp;I need to learn:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not always right.&amp;nbsp; I tend to get offended when people correct me. I know that I"m right. And I usually am, but I know that won't always be true..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work for what you want. I normally don't have to work very hard to be good at school; I'm trying not to get used to it because I know that that won't always be the case in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust completely in God. I&amp;nbsp;usually try and do things on my own without asking for help. I need to remember more often that God and friends and family&amp;nbsp;are there for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be afraid to express emotion. I like to hide my feelings; I'm not big on relying on other people when I'm hurt. It's probably not good to keep it all inside. I need to work on showing it when I'm upset. And also showing pity when other people are upset... I cry more in dog movies than anything else and I think that might be a bad sign... ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="194" data-width="259" height="194" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTkQNzUHZCY5R_HadND6Ktks7V3XHN2Njt1xTXM3iU70jCjmj6DKg" style="cursor: move; height: 194px; width: 259px;" unselectable="on" width="259" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one really got to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="206" data-width="245" height="206" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTsYL7rMx1XguzaOKyCbWVdHkErtpKk7fn5iNZH1YTcqzoH750-YQ" style="height: 206px; width: 245px;" width="245" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one too... such an amazing movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="71" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTkQNzUHZCY5R_HadND6Ktks7V3XHN2Njt1xTXM3iU70jCjmj6DKg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 251px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 727px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;But, other than those, I really just don't cry, and especially not in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="271" data-width="186" height="271" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTKL_0aKe5DftZBiWr6Fgp-dry0vzm9TlnvCYG4FrqeaPAlDXCF" style="height: 271px; width: 186px;" width="186" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm hoping this one turns out to be a really good one, if it is, I'm pretty sure I'll tear up a bit...&lt;br /&gt;I also cry more from books than movies... is that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="237" data-width="160" height="237" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcVCZ-kjtwQePf4W9UL9P1CozChS7kiDrTyPpRmsDqnK5WnB6t" style="height: 237px; width: 160px;" width="160" /&gt;Get's me every single time. (Literally 20 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="rg_i" height="120" name="1UWmgA9A4EGdxM:" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpVBuxGbGbs6BJk6OeKLzjZg7ivP2SSTfXF3fk_nMAxVk8sFkRNvQ7H8Uf" width="79" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love this series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="277" data-width="182" height="277" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-EzcCnNxAixUfDzbQSrF0ImYUQimR3mjAV65fiTQrzCJw64fh" style="height: 277px; width: 182px;" width="182" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Really depressing ending to a good series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="276" data-width="182" height="276" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTxy_O2TrOYoaGNEDuF1giMvVsCwdicubrEjhfWN6xhNi4YQSwe" style="height: 276px; width: 182px;" width="182" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Best series ever; the best part of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="253" data-width="171" height="253" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQpkRfUCKkYWRkwjdTfX7el-wWtrv8OWBoUFtoFS19GCuymX9jHZQ" style="height: 253px; width: 171px;" width="171" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Again, another dog movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-7905313067976774474?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7905313067976774474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7905313067976774474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7905313067976774474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons...'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-2109859140551947590</id><published>2012-01-25T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:23:45.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Confessions</title><content type='html'>Time to link up to &lt;a href="http://emyselfandi.com/"&gt;E, Myself, and I&lt;/a&gt; for Midweek Confessions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to be so screwed if I ever have to take a class that's actually hard. I literally &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; pay attention in chemistry, except during tests. But yet I have an A? At least I do my homework...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat out waaaaay to much, but my family can't help it. We all love food too much. And I'm always hungry, why is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually enjoy watching Jeopardy..&amp;nbsp;that &lt;strike&gt;probably&lt;/strike&gt; definitely&amp;nbsp;makes me a nerd.&amp;nbsp;I just love that feeling of answering a question right; it makes me feel so smart. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've already had Taco Bell twice this week; it's wednesday...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I'm not exactly scared of the dark, I am scared when that dark happens to be outside, especially last night.&amp;nbsp;My mom thought she saw a bobcat or some "large cat" running across the road pretty close to our house. Needless to say, I couldn't get inside soon enough, and I really didn't want her to let the dog out. Maybe I overreacted, but I don't think so...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning was my third day using the alarm on my new phone; I just now figured out how to use the snooze. In a way, I am proud of this...mostly because&amp;nbsp;there were&amp;nbsp;two whole days when I got out of bed on time. This is an accomplishment for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took everything I had to not wear a sweatshirt today. I can't help it; they're just so comfy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have waay too many&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;#hashtagmoments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (moments when your mind uses hashtags for statements, posts, texts, etc. somewhere other than twitter).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty sure my mind is incapable of keeping up with more than one social networking site at a time... Once I developed a love for twitter, I all but gave up on Facebook; now that I'm blogging, I rarely tweet &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; use facebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-2109859140551947590?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2109859140551947590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessions_25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2109859140551947590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2109859140551947590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessions_25.html' title='Midweek Confessions'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-97638236901860058</id><published>2012-01-24T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:38:16.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Goals...</title><content type='html'>If you're wondering why I didn't do this more towards the beginning of January, I guess it'd be because I'm a procrastinator. I'm excellent at saying "Oh, I'll do that when... well, maybe after that..." So I've pretty much talked myself into waiting until basketball season ends to follow through on these goals. (And while I'm on that topic, I'm going to say that the ending of the season is bittersweet. I love basketball and I'm just recently starting to enjoy it even more. I don't want it to end but I also miss having a life and time to sleep/do homework/see friends. I'm just going to throw myself into it until then.) But, back to the goals... Once I have time again, these are a few things I hope to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Sunday, I was at the gym, taking yoga and running a bit with a friend when we got on the topic of running. Both of us agreed that we hate running since it's boring, but we also agreed that it would be good for us. I saw a blog post about the app 'Couch25K' on &lt;a href="http://craigandcasey.blogspot.com/"&gt;First Time Wife&lt;/a&gt;... And so, Nicole and I decided to train for a 5k together once our winter sports end... Hopefully, doing this with each other&amp;nbsp;will give us some motivation and accountability (I could not think of that word to save my life and just had to google "word for someone to answer to"...). Hopefully the blog is going to give me some accountability, too. If it hits March and I haven't mentioned it again, I'm counting on my followers to remind me :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, since we're going to be running, I hope we can keep up with yoga too... I feel like I'm losing all my flexibility with basketball and I don't like it... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="450" id="il_fi" src="http://www.dreamstime.com/woman-yoga-beach-thumb10889068.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is going to be me, hopefully on the beach (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And again, on the topic of exercise, I'm going to try and get back to cycling class, which I LOVE LOVE LOVE as much as someone can love exercise, when I'm not running or doing yoga... I know, this sounds really optimistic, but I think I can do it. I'm always in fantastic shape during basketball season, but by summer it turns into just okay shape. This year, I'm hoping that I'll still be in basketball season shape during summer so that I'll look amazing in that bikini (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just signed up for my junior year classes, and it's stressing me out a bit. Junior year means I'm one year closer to college; it means I'm going to be devoting a year to SAT's and hopefully early decision college apps... unfortunately, I really have no idea where I want to go or what I want to do with my life. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm smart and I'll have no problem getting into college, but that's not the problem.&amp;nbsp;The problem is deciding what to do in college. Nothing really jumps out at me, and the money thing is stressful too. I'm hoping that this year I can finally decide what I want to do with my life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="191" data-width="264" height="191" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT33fSMZpT17iHiwNdAofw4iODcUKmXeeVJbgg7qRwWH6QevQxV3Q" style="height: 191px; width: 264px;" width="264" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Columbia University; as of now it's my top college choice. I mean, why wouldn't it be? It's gorgeous and on Manhattan Island...&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it's Ivy, and expensive. I know my parents will help out, but is it really worth it if I just want a Bachelor's degree in engineering? I'm trying to tell myself I should wait for grad school. But then, I have to decide where to&amp;nbsp; get my bachelor's and what to get it in. Oh, and I have to decide what to get a master's in... decisions decisions. I hate them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm taking my first AP class this year; World History. Can't say it's too fun or interesting, but I think I'll be continuing with AP's....&amp;nbsp;the AP test&amp;nbsp;is in a few months now and I'm starting to get stressed. I'm afraid that I don't remember anything from the first half of the year; so, I'm going to try and start studying next week. Yay, yay, yay, exciting right? HA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to the college thing, I'm kind of worried about the SAT's. I know it's not until the end of next year, but I feel like my entire life depends on it. I know I shouldn't be worried since I did really well on the PSAT's but I can't help it. I'm really tempted to start studying, is it too early?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-97638236901860058?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/97638236901860058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-goals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/97638236901860058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/97638236901860058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-goals.html' title='Some Goals...'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-1390420601551418529</id><published>2012-01-23T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:52:05.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After doing my Angry Angry Angry post, I realized it was kind of refreshing, almost like therapy. I decided it would be fun to try it once a week (: So here goess... things that have made me angry this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason this morning, traffic was ridiculously backed up. I got up early so&amp;nbsp;I could get Starbucks; too bad no one else did. We left five minutes later than planned, which wouldn't have been a big deal, but there was the traffic. It took probably twenty minutes longer than normal to get to school. And of course I realized I didn't eat breakfast and so I settled for Bojanges instead of Starbucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And this brings me to the topic of drinks and drive-throughs. Why why why why do they put so much ice and so little tea in the cup? I'd really like more than three sips of tea to brighten my morning, but no.. that's too much to ask it seems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US Cellular refuses to carry the iPhone and my mom refuses to switch to Verizon... hello people, I'm reading &lt;em&gt;Antigone,&lt;/em&gt; you all should know that this stubborness will be your downfall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My neck still hurts, a lot. It's weird. I iced it last night for probably an hour, then I put the heating pad on it. The neck is a terrible place to be sore because whatever temperature you put on your neck spreads to the rest of the body. And, if you're trying to do history homework while lying on a heating pad, it will make you really sleepy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hiccups keep coming back randomly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm at school; I hate school. It just seems so pointless; I mean, am I really going to fail in life because I can't tell you the difference between the Mughal, Ottoman, and Safavid Empires? No. But yet, we still have to learn it. Can someone explain this to me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when people post those stupid pictures of animals or kids that have been beaten. Someone posted a picture of a dog that had firecrackers explode in its mouth. I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT PEOPLE. It's stupid; sure you can tell the story, with words, not pictures. Some of us have hearts that break everytime we see pictures like that. So, just as a warning, if you post pictures like that, I will unfriend you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when the internet takes forever to load ... and I hate those random pains I'm always getting everywhere ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I think that's it for today... that definitely was refreshing. I'm going to try and do that every week. If you like the idea, post a link in the comments and if everyone likes it I might try and do the linky thing (if I can figure it out...) (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-1390420601551418529?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1390420601551418529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/mad-mondays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/1390420601551418529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/1390420601551418529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/mad-mondays.html' title='Mad Mondays'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3596705938689008366</id><published>2012-01-22T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:01:44.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Well, I know I said I'd try to be less random, but I'm not feeling it today. Instead, I'm going to warn you ahead of time and be completely random... There's just so much to say and nothing to connect it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had terrible hiccups the other night;&amp;nbsp;I ate a spoonful of peanut butter and they went away. For some reason, this always works. Weird, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While we're talking about peanut butter, I guess I should mention that I can eat peanut butter with absolutely everything... I've had it on a cheeseburger once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I usually try to avoid fast food whenever possible, there are a few foods that I actually crave from fast food restaurants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDonald's french fries and sweet tea; but who doesn't?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taco Bell chicken quesadilla. Those things are amazing; I ate one tonight. This summer at basketball camp, there was a Taco Bell on campus and I'm pretty sure I had a chicken quesadilla every night that week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chick Fil A chicken biscuit... I've been craving this for like two weeks and have yet to get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bojangles' Bo rounds are pure heaven. Friday morning I literally begged my mom to take me because I wanted them so bad; she finally gave in.&amp;nbsp; She called them my "reward" for straight A's and told me I would have to pay her back if I didn't actually get straight A's. (luckily I did, because I'm broke.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fingers get so swollen when I sleep; I feel like I shouldn't sleep in rings because I'm afraid I'll end up cutting off my circulation...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is feeling like Midweek confessions... but&amp;nbsp;I swear it's not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new phone yesterday and I'm sooo excited (: it's not an iPhone, but it's growing on me. I picked the best android the store had; and I've heard some of the new androids are supposed to be even bettter than the iPhone. (Or at least that's what I keep telling myself to lessen the dissapointment; thanks again Mom for refusing to switch to Verizon.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm freezing right now; probably because I'm icing my neck... It randomly started feeling sore last night and it didn't go away, in fact, I think it's gotten worse. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm almost positive I'm using this blog post as an excuse to not do my history homework. I know it's a bad habit, but I'm just really not feeling "Chapter 22: Asian Transitions in an Age of Global Change." Sounds fascinating right? NO, it sounds dry, boring, rambling, and hard to read/memorize because of all the freaking Asian names. I.e. Zhu Yuangzhang, Hongwu, Yunglo, Chongzhen, Nobunaga, Tokugaya Ieyasu. I mean really, how are we supposed to memorize those?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, and check back in tomorrow for my new idea: Mad Mondays. I'm pretty excited for it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3596705938689008366?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3596705938689008366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3596705938689008366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3596705938689008366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-7226447329509414393</id><published>2012-01-20T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:06:32.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Photo Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, I saw the idea for "Photo Friday" on &lt;a href="http://taylor-leighanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Day in the Life&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and after looking through some pics on my phone, I decided I'd give it a try. I noticed that I had several funny pictures from over the years that I'd forgotten about and never shown to anyone. I figured now's my chance (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Not the best quality, but I figured they were pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LEUlA1s2D0/Txjf6UxcO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xSu7UgkM14o/s1600/duck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LEUlA1s2D0/Txjf6UxcO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xSu7UgkM14o/s1600/duck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my little brother (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBslYcQsNQY/TxjIIGZTt5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9BftWpY0g-k/s1600/bald.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DcvoeEXbGeY/TxjDBwVZJDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AoQ-yyYgcc0/20110422105503.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture ruined my childhood just a bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ErqOvZ43XxY/TxjB9EGihsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-wmx_xdvEuA/1317492236680.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Who says you can't have fun at Sam's club?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-S9rNz-dFhxM/TxjB4H2FxfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kYUTwlfN5tk/20111015193608.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4-gofP0PDwM/TxjBt2uWTEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wz3NDz0wwHA/20111017185058.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denim Younglife! Mom Jeans are sexy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-gKZUIYYpy3g/TxjBe4Nct2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4XDPbxCalI8/20111019214347.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little "editing" on my brother. He LOVED when I posted this on the fridge! Well sorta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MKG8H-TZsAo/TxjBXQprYZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GTXXQAFEfyk/20111213211336.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow; that's one way to advertise. (It was actually for an investment plan; who knew?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H-nVv-8q42I/TxjDUyIxtFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/irtRsxR3PfQ/20110425110721.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H-nVv-8q42I/TxjDUyIxtFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/irtRsxR3PfQ/20110425110721.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SQUIRREL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DcvoeEXbGeY/TxjDBwVZJDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AoQ-yyYgcc0/20110422105503.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, the cute, friendly looking couple actually wasn't supposed to be in the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VOhxR-jPukg/TxjCLw_zPwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uB-KONjJ4hE/20110628133608.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VOhxR-jPukg/TxjCLw_zPwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uB-KONjJ4hE/20110628133608.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0FsrwUyJY28/TxjCmM4WK9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/qzMh-AI5ue4/20110424175407.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, that's a real snake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saw these in Texas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who would buy those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBslYcQsNQY/TxjIIGZTt5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9BftWpY0g-k/s1600/bald.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBslYcQsNQY/TxjIIGZTt5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9BftWpY0g-k/s1600/bald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happens when six year olds play with your phone... I love the bald spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-7226447329509414393?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7226447329509414393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-photo-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7226447329509414393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7226447329509414393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-photo-friday.html' title='Funny Photo Friday'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LEUlA1s2D0/Txjf6UxcO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xSu7UgkM14o/s72-c/duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-8827890757186774706</id><published>2012-01-19T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:54:14.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>I've been told that my blog is random... I guess I'd agree.&amp;nbsp; My main problem with writing has always been 'staying on topic.'&amp;nbsp;But today, I'm going to try my hardest to stay on the same topic:&amp;nbsp; My dog, Levi.&amp;nbsp; It's probably unnatural how much my family and I love this dog. I definitely cried harder when Levi get really sick than I did when I broke up with my boyfriend of over a year (although that was actually a good thing so I'm not sure that counts...). But, our love of Levi is definitely understandable.&amp;nbsp; I mean, he and I grew up together for one thing. For another thing, he is the sweetest, most loving, cutest dog I have ever seen. I'm a dog person, and I've never met a dog I didn't like, but I've never met a dog that was anywhere near as cute or sweet as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw6gN33OkwQ/TxhFGV9q6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O-nuPZe4COI/s1600/P1020165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw6gN33OkwQ/TxhFGV9q6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O-nuPZe4COI/s320/P1020165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean look at that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is adorable and sweet, he is far from brilliant. Have you ever seen a dog who chased the butterfly's shadow instead of the actual butterfly? But even his cluelessness makes us love him even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBomtzmlwUY/TxhGFpArdZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_F8_utgzc1g/s1600/P1020325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBomtzmlwUY/TxhGFpArdZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_F8_utgzc1g/s320/P1020325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is definitely the most spoiled dog on the planet. If he comes inside and doens't get a treat immediately, he barks. If someone walks in the house and doesn't immediately say hi and pet him, he barks. He is a forty pound lap dog; if he's not in someone's lap, he gets first choice of the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ19ePF-zNI/TxhDMn_6DvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XKrs56wUmIw/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ19ePF-zNI/TxhDMn_6DvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XKrs56wUmIw/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(sorry about the bad quality)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5NYq1GrYyA/TxhIYZXwzWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ensY-fM9lOY/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;This was at the beach; yes we brought him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This dog is like my best friend. It's amazing to have someone who's always happy when you're in a bad mood.&amp;nbsp;If I'm sad, all I have to do is look at him wagging his tail (constantly) and it makes me a bit happier. If I give him&amp;nbsp;a hug and talk to him like he can hear me, everything's better. The best part is that no matter what I tell him, he won't judge. And, even when I'm not sad, I still like to talk to him. A few of his pet names: cutie, sweetie, baby, hon, showdog, puppy. These are all used when telling him how cute he is, telling him that he's the best dog ever, telling him I love him, etc. (On a side note:&amp;nbsp; if in doubt of how to talk to animals, see Jenna Marbles' "How to Talk to Animals" on Youtube).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6u5ELpN57oA/TxhFOUEpRbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cqine2LPUh0/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6u5ELpN57oA/TxhFOUEpRbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cqine2LPUh0/s320/DSC_0719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKVPjLd-GHA/TxhJxbzdrnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c9t9fNc9tlg/s1600/P1050075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKVPjLd-GHA/TxhJxbzdrnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c9t9fNc9tlg/s320/P1050075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXcst4W-4W8/TxhKF09cw_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4eNVX0ynbNU/s1600/P1020216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXcst4W-4W8/TxhKF09cw_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4eNVX0ynbNU/s320/P1020216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdFXyc16Ee0/TxhKIrFlMQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wK_jDnQ5e3Q/s1600/P1020211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdFXyc16Ee0/TxhKIrFlMQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wK_jDnQ5e3Q/s320/P1020211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah,&amp;nbsp;I LOVE my dog. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-8827890757186774706?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8827890757186774706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/8827890757186774706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/8827890757186774706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw6gN33OkwQ/TxhFGV9q6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O-nuPZe4COI/s72-c/P1020165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-8257549382135662511</id><published>2012-01-18T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:46:03.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Confessions</title><content type='html'>Yay, favorite day of the week (: Let's get started, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rented the entire first season of &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt; from the library.. I'm loving it. But, I'm not sure how I convinced myself I could watch 18 episodes in 4 days... Needless to say I've been donating all my free time to laying in bed and watching &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl, &lt;/em&gt;unfortunately, I've only watched 6 so far and they're due today :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1523453792431&amp;amp;id=086f12144854444d39bc888962eb385e&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fprimetime.unrealitytv.co.uk%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2008%2f11%2fchace-crawford-nate-gossip-girl.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 187px;" width="225" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1512690951391&amp;amp;id=0b20303b7b0b0ad5037692ff49003bbf&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2falllooknoleap.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2011%2f01%2fdan-gossip-girl.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide which one I like more. Although I have always loved Penn Badgely... Marry me Please &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got lazy with my Words With Friends and spent almost half an hour last night catching up instead of sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been craving a chicken biscuit ever since I didn't get one this saturday...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I'm complaining about my schedule next year, I'm secretly kind of excited to torture myself with&amp;nbsp;4 AP classes.. Yes, I know I'm crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have yet to wake up at 6:30 like my goal... instead, I woke up at 7 yesterday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm way too focused on college to be a sophomore. I'm just ready to get out of here. Columbia here I come (hopefully). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-8257549382135662511?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8257549382135662511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/8257549382135662511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/8257549382135662511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessions.html' title='Midweek Confessions'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-826824434694562215</id><published>2012-01-17T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:43:52.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Angry Angry</title><content type='html'>It's definitely been a few days since I've blogged... sorry followers, I just didn't have time during my jam-packed weekend. Too bad I didn't cross anything off my list; I guess I made my own. My modified list of things I did this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a haircut and ate at Moe's. yumm (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="225" src="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1444175221564&amp;amp;id=026f420ed1e0d886efc6678317970a79&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.southernsavers.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2010%2f07%2fmoes.jpg" style="height: 187px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast 3D &lt;/em&gt;with my best friendss (: yes I&amp;nbsp;am 16 and probably too old for that movie, but who cares. It was amazing and almost made me cry, no joke. Those moments when you realize childhood is over just kinda suck sometimes. And then there's the moment when one of your best childhood&amp;nbsp;friends drives you home from the movie. It's weird, I really can't get used to all of this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1444081112659&amp;amp;id=809211c018f0f8deb66a4ae432ec7c37&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fimages2.fanpop.com%2fimage%2fphotos%2f8900000%2fBeauty-and-the-beast-beauty-and-the-beast-8914235-500-638.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 195px;" width="235" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rewatched &lt;em&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;/em&gt;. I think it was creepier the second time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1518360734042&amp;amp;id=de7cd41ee362d19820aeb441cd2c77da&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fimagenes.subadictos.net%2fafiche%2f8963.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 189px;" width="227" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went bowling.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I'm not very good at it. But I was sore..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Cracker Barrel... my brother's obsessed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="221" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1513726348571&amp;amp;id=c880301df355976c36730b993e149651&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2f3.bp.blogspot.com%2f-lyhhYuWdkJo%2fTklauCafjiI%2fAAAAAAAAJc4%2f4s-M2YSFs4s%2fs1600%2fcracker-barrel-restaurant-pancakes.jpg" style="height: 209px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that that's out of the way, I'd like to discuss some things that make me extremely angry about the world. This weekend, I had a terrible experience with the world's shortcomings. And so, here's a list of problems with the world/ pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This story begins a few weeks ago when I had a huge craving for McDonald's french fries. Since it's all the way on the other side of town, I settled for Burger King. HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT. If Burger King is reading this right now, just know: your new fries SUCK. I absolutely hate how fast food restaurants are making their fries healthier just because certain people can't control themselves and end up with high cholestorol, diabetes, obesity, etc. If healthy people want the occasional good, unhealthy french fry, they should be able to get it! NO ONE LIKES HEALTHY FRENCH FRIES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, this weekend, another fast food disappointment. After practice, I decided I really wanted a chicken biscuit from Chick Fil A... instead, Mom suggested Hardees since she didn't want to walk upstairs in the mall. Being the accomodating wonderful daughter that I am, I agreed to this. We get in the car and it hits me. It's 11:30. No breakfast :( and who wants Hardees' normal food? yeah, not me. As I just mentioned, I'm not a fan of the thicker, maybe healthier fries. Anyways, can I just say. If I want breakfast at 11:30 on a Saturday, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO GET IT somewhere other than Bojangles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still, the fast food restaurants weren't done tearing apart my happiness. Sunday night, my friends and I wanted a milk shake. We decided to go to McDonalds. Guess who wasn't serving milkshakes because they were cleaning the machine? Yep, McDonalds. I mean seriously? But at least I finally got my fries...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when people make stupid grammar errors on facebook. I mean do these people sit in English class, put their fingers in their ears and scream to avoid learning these simple rules? A typical status: "Im glad that your going their and excepting the news about life bcuz its 2 sad that there dog gone home." Maybe that's an exaggeration, but it's more of a combination of all of the mistakes I've seen. No joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mirror pics and "opinions"? pics on facebook. You look just like you do in all your other pictures; we all know you just want guys to tell you that you have nice boobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes me insanely angry when people stop or walk slowly in the hallway. Especially when it's to hug a friend that the person hasn't seen since YESTERDAY. I mean, it's been so long since you two have seen each other. NOT. It's really not worth stopping all the hallway traffic so you can hug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And on the subject of traffic, WHY DON'T PEOPLE GO AT LEAST THE SPEED LIMIT? Going 5 mph underneath is stupid and ruins the fun for the rest of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when you have all these fantastic pet peeves to put on your blog and then you forget them...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-826824434694562215?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/826824434694562215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/angry-angry-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/826824434694562215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/826824434694562215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/angry-angry-angry.html' title='Angry Angry Angry'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-2708609739866683513</id><published>2012-01-12T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:57:02.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for today to end...</title><content type='html'>I've just taken two exams, my day is done, at least in my mind. I spent last period taking a 70 question math test, shaking the entire time. Wish I could explain that one? It's not like I was actually nervous; maybe it was the coffee this morning. But I doubt that, too. My unnatural caffeine tolerance makes that pretty unlikely. I guess it could be the lack of sleep. I mean, obviously I had to stay up and watch more of &lt;em&gt;the Only Way is Essex&lt;/em&gt;. And once, just once, I wish I could make myself go to bed without catching up on 6-10 games of Words with Friends... oh well. At least I restrained myself from checking twitter, which is rare. All I can say, is thank God for four day weekends. Even if they'll be spent waking up early for basketball; it's still better than school. &lt;br /&gt;A few things I hope to do over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch &lt;em&gt;Devil Inside&lt;/em&gt; with the girlss... Let's hope it doens't suck as much as the ratings say...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1515424916901&amp;amp;id=e6519da5ae3c64962a3d1531d81170fa&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.onlinemovieshut.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2011%2f10%2fthe-devil-inside-poster.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 169px;" width="203" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a long overdue sushi lunch; tempura calling my namee &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="200" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1442856829751&amp;amp;id=f06b0c0768e52b8aeab7ccb9e15c6f3e&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2ffarm4.staticflickr.com%2f3224%2f2349012378_35f68efc0c_z.jpg" style="height: 166px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go get the best donuts in the world with Daddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="100" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1551123687147&amp;amp;id=e08eac6e9b0ba27cc5ef969d6cd70c45&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fs3-media4.ak.yelpcdn.com%2fbphoto%2fFf4WV3PYjfhKPHsHUrbWGQ%2fms.jpg" style="height: 100px; left: 32px; top: 29px; width: 100px;" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a trip to Richmond and go shopping (too bad this one's unlikely)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="221" src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1443649619481&amp;amp;id=5026bdda57ff101128a025de5f8770d7&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fsite.martinhaber.com%2fimages%2fsortpumptc_l_tcourt_pic-web_v9v3_qq4s.png" style="height: 187px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="295" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-2708609739866683513?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2708609739866683513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-for-today-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2708609739866683513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/2708609739866683513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-for-today-to-end.html' title='Waiting for today to end...'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3323546100032407352</id><published>2012-01-11T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:07:34.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So many posts...</title><content type='html'>And on the "new name" note... I changed the URL, linked it to E, Myself, and I and realized that I spelled counting wrong... hence the completely unrelated link on the "Midweek Confessions" page.. sorry about all that. Haha, we've changed it officially now to &lt;a href="http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3323546100032407352?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3323546100032407352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-many-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3323546100032407352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3323546100032407352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-many-posts.html' title='So many posts...'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-6519354285169587904</id><published>2012-01-11T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:00:18.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name...</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the name change... I just like this one better. I'm thinking about changing the URL too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-6519354285169587904?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6519354285169587904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6519354285169587904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/6519354285169587904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-name.html' title='New Name...'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3250861074809272233</id><published>2012-01-11T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:35:54.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Confessions...FINALLY (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkGvd55wbHY/TwM8owYXDbI/AAAAAAAADxM/g2AUneJ8Lsw/s1600/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" closure_uid_2k6218="3" height="86" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkGvd55wbHY/TwM8owYXDbI/AAAAAAAADxM/g2AUneJ8Lsw/s320/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I have the patience to write an 'introduction' right now... I'll just get started here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty sure "Midweek Confessions" was the main, if not only, reason&amp;nbsp;I started a blog...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other day I made a late New Year's Resolution to get up earlier, giving me time to stretch, wake up, and actually eat breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I've tried that for the past two days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It didn't work... I literally pressed the 'snooze' button at least four times this morning... another day of eating granola bars in the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends and I talk about &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars &lt;/em&gt;as if we were the characters of the show. The time we spend analyzing their decisions is probably a bit ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;But, who really cares; it's a great show right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="225" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1518792159486&amp;amp;id=f3f1d758fcb74ac26dc4504497542046&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.i-moviechannel.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2010%2f08%2fwatch-pretty-little-liars.jpg" style="height: 187px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night, after finishing &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/em&gt;, I discovered a new favorite show.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The Only Way is Essex&lt;/em&gt; is only on Hulu, but it's still amazing. I'd say it's essenially the British version of &lt;em&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/em&gt; or maybe &lt;em&gt;the Hills&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not much substance to it, but if you just love British accents like I do, it's the perfect guilty pleasure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After watching &lt;em&gt;The Only Way Is Essex&lt;/em&gt; I walked around talking with a British Accent.&amp;nbsp;I did this after I watched &lt;em&gt;Arthur, &lt;/em&gt;too.&amp;nbsp;I can't help it; please don't judge (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="180" src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1437180563725&amp;amp;id=62ac407e45edfd7d9fa7d84809fa7da1&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fstatic.guim.co.uk%2fsys-images%2fMedia%2fPix%2fpictures%2f2011%2f5%2f6%2f1304706490187%2fThe-Only-Way-is-Essex-007.jpg" style="height: 150px; left: 0px; top: 4px; width: 250px;" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of the cast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="248" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1575728195595&amp;amp;id=b421a63464fc871c4bab08930d4093fe&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.teenfi.com%2fimage-library%2fport%2f376%2ft%2fthe-only-way-is-essex-mark-2_10%2c10.jpg" style="height: 248px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 164px;" width="164" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My personal favorite character.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" height="300" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1443191338330&amp;amp;id=b61d89542d9e06d39e42c81c78c507c8&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.aceshowbiz.com%2fimages%2fwennpic%2fwenn2896104.jpg" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 189px;" width="227" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And while we're on the subject of hot British men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I counted wearing heels all day yesterday as exercise.... I mean I was kind of sore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really, really, really need a haircut. I can't even look at my ends anymore without cringing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3250861074809272233?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3250861074809272233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessionsfinally.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3250861074809272233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3250861074809272233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/midweek-confessionsfinally.html' title='Midweek Confessions...FINALLY (:'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkGvd55wbHY/TwM8owYXDbI/AAAAAAAADxM/g2AUneJ8Lsw/s72-c/Midweek+Confessions+Banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-7220450473567273565</id><published>2012-01-10T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:29:43.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Keeps Me Going</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of the blog... maybe i'll start getting more followers soon (:&amp;nbsp; I'm just sitting here in class, daydreaming about the next few months.&amp;nbsp; These are a few things that will get me through this week and the weeks and months to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This weekend is a four day weekend; this means two days that I can spend sleeping and watching movies instead of being in school.&amp;nbsp;Of course, a majority of this time will be taken up by basketball in the mornings... (there goes sleeping in) but it's still better than school (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to see Blake Shelton February 18th as a 16th birthday present... still hoping to get surprised with backstage passes (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two days later is my SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY. Yeah, I'm a little excited.&amp;nbsp;But, instead of a big party, I'm hoping for a nice Frankie Rowlands steak dinner. I mean, it is my sixteenth, I deserve it right? (: And of course, who doesn't hope for a car? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still trying to decide what I really want though... Tiffany's necklace? Laptop? iPhone? Of course these are just some possibilities (at least in my mind)... the parents might think them a little less possible...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekend trip to visit family; Not quite sure when to fit this in, but I know we'll go sometime.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, this trip means outlet shopping and plenty of driving time for me (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPRING BREAK... Florida with my bestiess (: (and two followers..) I finally get to hit up Harry Potter World! I've been preparing for that by reading the books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 22... LICENSE. This means I can drive myself around alll summer long (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course, SUMMER BREAK. Which I can spend driving to the lake alll the time (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I'm just going to pray that I can live these events and skip the in between until summer.... A girl can dream right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-7220450473567273565?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7220450473567273565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-keeps-me-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7220450473567273565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/7220450473567273565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-keeps-me-going.html' title='What Keeps Me Going'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381285788578548740.post-3558415203065077004</id><published>2012-01-09T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:59:38.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Well, to my two followers: I'm Annalee (: I figured I'd make my first post an introduction to me, and I thought it'd be more fun&amp;nbsp;to make my own list of favorites here instead of in my bio... anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First off, I'll say that I'm not really a 'favorites' type of person... there are just too many options out there.&amp;nbsp;But, in some cases, there are things I love more than others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to say I didn't have a favorite artist, but that changed recently when I discovered all three of Chris Young's albums.&amp;nbsp; Now, they are constantly repeating on Pandora, Windows Media Player, and in the car whenever the family is willing.&amp;nbsp;Their enjoyment of 24/7 Chris Young decreased a bit after the first few weeks... but mine didn't (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE reading.&amp;nbsp;Almost any book would make me happy, but there are a few books I could read over and over again. For example: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer Sisters by Judy Blume.&amp;nbsp; I reread this for the tenth time, literally, over Christmas Break.&amp;nbsp; I still couldn't put it down... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any of the Harry Potter books.&amp;nbsp; Same scenario as above.&amp;nbsp; I just finished rereading the first through&amp;nbsp;third, and once I get more time I'll reread the rest of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could live off pizza and sweet tea.&amp;nbsp;Dieting is never effective for me since I love any kind of good food, instead I go for the exercise it off later approach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beach and New York are some of my favorite places; everyone says our hometown is beautiful, but, more often than not, it's boring.&amp;nbsp;What city in America doesn't have a Chili's?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention I love Chris Young? (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that's about it for now.. more posts to come (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381285788578548740-3558415203065077004?l=countingdowndaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3558415203065077004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3558415203065077004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381285788578548740/posts/default/3558415203065077004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countingdowndaily.blogspot.com/2012/01/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Annalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549315303018567436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfaJvcqI8EU/TwujAg5gcII/AAAAAAAAAEY/s-SDrkmUaM0/s220/DSC_2988.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
