<?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-8069098379017427033</id><updated>2011-10-20T13:49:18.210-05:00</updated><category term='Willy Mason'/><category term='Zac Efron'/><category term='Pride and Prejudice and Zombies'/><category term='Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters'/><title type='text'>Babbling Brooke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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Brontë'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-5545552034311895459</id><published>2010-04-23T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:34:56.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some days it's hard to keep from lying on the floor listening to Elliott Smith all day... &lt;br /&gt;..but there are things to do, so I won't laze and mope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-5545552034311895459?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-7158011522117377403</id><published>2010-04-03T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:36:59.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship court</title><content type='html'>Me: "I'm not your friend anymore"&lt;br /&gt;Reuben: "Yes you ARE.  We are MARRIED.  That means FRIENDS FOREVER. You don't have to like me, but you have to be my friend."&lt;br /&gt;Me: . . .&lt;br /&gt;Reuben: "Do you want to go to friendship court? DO YOU?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-7158011522117377403?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7158011522117377403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=7158011522117377403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/7158011522117377403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/7158011522117377403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-court.html' title='Friendship court'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-5092000035438697428</id><published>2010-03-26T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:40:24.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three hours sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really long day at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get home at 4:30 PM, find dead rat under hot tub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gear up and dispose of said rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw away all gear connected to rat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice dog's bleeding face (unrelated to rat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive both dogs back to work so that vet can see dog's bleeding face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awesome vet, antibiotic shot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FREE antibiotics at Publix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;840PM: finally home for the evening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hummus, wine, bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-5092000035438697428?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5092000035438697428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=5092000035438697428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/5092000035438697428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/5092000035438697428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-748927737872491062</id><published>2010-03-25T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:25:23.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish</title><content type='html'>I'm getting back into Spanish.  It will be good for my line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huevos&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: Eggs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-748927737872491062?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/748927737872491062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=748927737872491062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/748927737872491062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/748927737872491062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/03/spanish.html' title='Spanish'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-4186971865141308375</id><published>2010-03-15T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:19:46.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.safaripetsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/conure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.safaripetsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/conure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this Conure at work that loves me.  I call him "Gobbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to teach him to say "Gobble Gobble" in hopes that once he learns a word Reuben won't be as mad when I bring him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-4186971865141308375?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4186971865141308375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=4186971865141308375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/4186971865141308375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/4186971865141308375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/03/bird.html' title='Bird'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-2831450148154873467</id><published>2010-03-09T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:32:18.107-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride and Prejudice and Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters'/><title type='text'>Sense and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>... and Sea Monsters.  Currently listening to it on audio, and I have to say it doesn't hold a candle to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zombies vs. Sea Monsters: Zombies totally take the cake.  Move inland, people! Jeez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not a big Austen fan in the first place.  It's just a period soap opera, and Zombies at least spark my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elinor Dashwood and Edward Ferrars have no literary chemistry, with or without sea monsters.  Give me some Mr. Darcy and Ms. Bennet any day over these two. Snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Zombies, the ladies are kick ass Samurai assassins.   In this they whittle driftwood. Again, snore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is taking me ages to finish this.  I am sooo bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The original may be wore than Emma... and Emma is one of my least favorite Classics of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&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/8069098379017427033-2831450148154873467?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2831450148154873467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=2831450148154873467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2831450148154873467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2831450148154873467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/03/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='Sense and Sensibility'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-6398347518492279034</id><published>2010-03-06T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:34:19.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Efron'/><title type='text'>Going to start blogging again</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of starting a new writing project and to prepare I figure I'm going to start blogging again.  I just need a regular outlet to share some opinions and get my fingers typing again so that when I start this other project beyond outlining I won't be so rusty.  This page isn't posted on any of my networking sites at the moment nor have I really told anyone I'm doing this, so basically for now I'm just shouting to God, Zeus, Nirvana, the Oblivion, whatever.  I'm just going to write about whatever strikes my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly my topic of today will be, of all things, Zac Efron.  I'm a 75 year old in a 24 year old body so I am not quite the target demographic for this kid to say the least.  That coupled with the fact that I like my men tall, bespectacled and funny as opposed to short, pretty and please-your-mom charming.  Anyway those facts combined pretty much means I've missed every one of his movies up until now.  I've had no reason to watch them, but now "17 Again" has come on HBO, so about  a week ago I figured "what the hell?".  Reuben's working, I've got nothing better to do... excuse excuse excuse... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I watch the movie... and basically I guess the statement that surprised even myself is... I get it.   I still am not going to have a 13 year old girl OMG moment... nor am I going to think that this kid is the hottest thing to walk the planet.  I will say, however, that this guy is talented.  I mean really talented.  I mean that all things constant, this young man should have a long, happy, healthy career ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the blond sweeping hair, not the charming smile, not the dance moves or the style.  It has to do with the fact that in this silly man becomes boy becomes man story, this talented young actor really sells it.  He has to do some pretty difficult scenes that require some adult emotion and focus, and he really nails it.  He takes a story that could be beyond silly and campy and makes it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my post for the day is... young ladies for once you got it right.  This is a young man to root for.  I may not be among your screaming throng... but here's to you Zac Efron.  May you be the next Tom Cruise, hopefully minus the crazy religion and couch jumping. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/gallery/boybangs/zac_efron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/gallery/boybangs/zac_efron.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-6398347518492279034?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6398347518492279034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=6398347518492279034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/6398347518492279034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/6398347518492279034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-to-start-blogging-again.html' title='Going to start blogging again'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-3844523068350081144</id><published>2008-02-09T20:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:20:45.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/R65fcbw1QQI/AAAAAAAAABk/RzM0GVY6ApA/s1600-h/DSC_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165170764734087426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/R65fFLw1QOI/AAAAAAAAABU/mIYO0qma56c/s320/DSC_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/R65cTbw1QNI/AAAAAAAAABM/CmW0-THpE-8/s1600-h/DSC_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-2595914473694306254?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2595914473694306254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=2595914473694306254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2595914473694306254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2595914473694306254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/R65fFLw1QOI/AAAAAAAAABU/mIYO0qma56c/s72-c/DSC_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-3412722631031626450</id><published>2008-02-01T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:45:44.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not interesting.</title><content type='html'>So, the people I work with are nice, but crazy... and today I figured out I'm just not that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, who can't be much older than 30-35, adopted 3 children from the Ukraine with his wife this year. The oldest one is like 17 and one of them is a dwarf.  They are having all sorts of behavior problems and melt downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley has like 40 animals, one of which is some giant breed of ferret. She got married when she was 18, is now 20, and has already been divorced and remarried to the same guy, and had the craziest family drama I have ever heard of in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather got pregnant, gave her son up for adoption and decided to get her life together, join the air force, and do something with her life so that one day her son can know that he inspired his mom to do great things. She's 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any crazy stories like this, and if I did I can't say I would be as eager to tell people about them as these people have been with me. Anyway, I guess that makes me kind of boring, but I'll take boring over that kind of drama almost every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll embellish a bit when I write my life story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-3412722631031626450?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3412722631031626450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=3412722631031626450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3412722631031626450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3412722631031626450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-interesting.html' title='I&apos;m not interesting.'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-1055636942727600750</id><published>2007-11-16T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:38:56.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>So, I thought that I was going to update this thing all the time. That didn't happen, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is really great right now. Good things in my life, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I graduate in a month. I'm so ready to be done with school, and the end is in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have lost 31 pounds. My self confidence is so much better now, and I feel like a happier, healthier person. Thank you Weight Watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Reuben has been really, really awesome lately. I mean, he's always awesome, but lately he has been doing really nice things out of the blue and saying really sweet things... ahh. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The job hunt is going okay. For a while, I thought I was going to be stuck in some job I hate in the middle of nowhere. Now, my options are looking bright and I'm feeling like the right job is waiting for me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Holidays!! Ahh. Makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) New friends. I've got some new friends coming over next week, and that's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Old friends. Sometimes a call or message from an old friend just makes my whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Family. If you know my family, this needs no explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-1055636942727600750?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1055636942727600750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=1055636942727600750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/1055636942727600750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/1055636942727600750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-4799349776122260277</id><published>2007-09-03T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:15:02.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney!!</title><content type='html'>My Disney Pics, check em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ua.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2174839&amp;l=75f1f&amp;amp;id=27407246"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ua.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2174848&amp;l=2dab9&amp;amp;id=27407246"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt; II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ua.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2174853&amp;l=28282&amp;amp;id=27407246"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt; III&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-4799349776122260277?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4799349776122260277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=4799349776122260277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/4799349776122260277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/4799349776122260277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/09/disney.html' title='Disney!!'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-8840024192593858123</id><published>2007-08-20T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:58:07.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>It was awesome. Pictures later today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-8840024192593858123?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840024192593858123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=8840024192593858123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/8840024192593858123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/8840024192593858123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/08/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-3529251750118461638</id><published>2007-08-08T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:23:09.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Existential Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RrpCPG9lqlI/AAAAAAAAABE/K2A6SufN7xI/s1600-h/janet+munro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RrpCPG9lqlI/AAAAAAAAABE/K2A6SufN7xI/s320/janet+munro.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096458755657542226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie called Bitter Harvest (1963) and it has been making it hard for me to sleep. Every time I try to sleep it causes me great distress because I am propelled into this plane of thought that makes me question if I'm a really good person or not. It makes me think I'm the character in the movie that Janet Munro plays. In my half sleep/half awake stuper, I lie awake wondering if I'm a good person or if I'm Jenny (movie character) or if I've made Jenny up as an extension of myself. It really sucks. Last night was a bit better, maybe it will be gone by tomorrow. Either way, I leave in the morning for Disney!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-3529251750118461638?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3529251750118461638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=3529251750118461638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3529251750118461638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3529251750118461638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/08/existential-dilemma.html' title='Existential Dilemma'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RrpCPG9lqlI/AAAAAAAAABE/K2A6SufN7xI/s72-c/janet+munro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-356778542532095483</id><published>2007-08-07T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:40:54.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigareets &amp; Whuskey &amp; Wild Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUeDjAkPgLc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUeDjAkPgLc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Peter... I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-356778542532095483?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/356778542532095483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=356778542532095483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/356778542532095483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/356778542532095483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_07.html' title='Cigareets &amp; Whuskey &amp; Wild Women'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-6531840748788268880</id><published>2007-08-04T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:19:50.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendshipping</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I had a long little spell thinking about my friends.  I got a little sad at the prospect of how long it's been since I've had the 100% notion of a "best friend".  I mean, I've got really good friends, don't get me wrong.  I guess for years, even before Reuben, I've always let my boyfriend take over the whole "best friend" spot.  More than likely it's my fault. Sometimes, I don't think I'm a great friend.  I'm not the best at keeping in touch, and I also have this heart-on-the-sleeve issue that bugs people, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone actually reads this thing (I'm pretty sure no, at this point), then I'm pretty sure they know that I lost, or gave up rather, my last "best friend".  Even though towards the end we really lost most of our commonalities and he/I turned into a much different person, I still miss the friendship that we had.  Even him as a bad friend sometimes was better than not having him around.  I guess you can only help someone to a certain point (i.e. The Giving Tree), but sometimes that whole mother bird complex I have tends to kick into overdrive. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is one person at this point that I would consider my best friend, but oftentimes I think this person gets pretty tired of me, which makes me reluctant to keep said friend on the phone sometimes when I need to rant, etc. Sometimes I also think it's hard for me to have this type of best friend, you know, the kind with few problems. I'm so used to being the advice giver and the one who bails my friends out of trouble that I kind of don't know my role in a friendship with someone "normal" and virtually problem free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got other friends, many of which I really don't know how to read. Sometimes I think that some of these people are much more important to me than I am to them, which again, makes me reluctant to call them. Maybe, more than anything, I have self awareness issues that need to be adressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the friends that have moved away, and those are probably the hardest for me to handle.  Sometimes a far away phone call, text message, etc. feels good, but sometimes I feel like I need to be in their living room having a long talk and a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the endless seas of friends that I have meant to be closer to, but dropped the ball in the end.  I think my basic issue is that, because of early, life-forming friendships, (If you know me, you know the ones) I'm really very used to keep people at arms' length to keep them from hurting me.  Those that do get in arms reach, however, I tend to depend on too much or over analyze or give too much advice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or were things much, much easier at a younger age, before boyfriends, cell phones, internet contact and mindless into the web oblivion blog posts were all the rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things, when sliced,  combined together, and boiled for 30 minutes in a large saucepan tend to really make me want to leave this town.  New friendships, dramas, problems, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last note, don't get me wrong. I love my friends more than anything.  Each one is perfect just as they are, and each one really adds something irreplaceable to my life. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with my surroundings, even when the weather is LA perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-6531840748788268880?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6531840748788268880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=6531840748788268880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/6531840748788268880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/6531840748788268880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Friendshipping'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-2369139948617864304</id><published>2007-08-01T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:08:16.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets, Disney, Mango</title><content type='html'>Since I've decided nobody reads this thing I may quit (again). Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to wake up so that I could buy some student tickets since I didn't the first time. I only got four games. Thanks, UA. That was four years worth of tuition well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kitten is coming by my apartment, and he's awesome. I named him Orange Julius but I'm calling him Julius, Jules, or OJ. The cute chubby white kid that always plays basketball calls him Larry, and the other kid Patrick calls him Callie, which are both stupid cat names. (I can't blame them. I named my childhood cats Tammie and Tiger.) Orange Julius is way better. I'm hoping that I can talk one of my friends into taking him, cause he's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of this other kitten that used to stop by my old place. His name was Mango and he kicked some serious kitten booty himself. He used to lounge on my front porch until his owner sent him off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is in just a couple of days, and I'm ready. Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes. Orange Julius, Mango, Disney, Tickets. Five words to sum up my entire little life right now. Oh, and jail. I forgot that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-2369139948617864304?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2369139948617864304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=2369139948617864304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2369139948617864304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/2369139948617864304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/08/tickets-disney-mango.html' title='Tickets, Disney, Mango'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-676759250543490364</id><published>2007-07-29T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:42:24.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willy Mason'/><title type='text'>The only news you need</title><content type='html'>Willy Mason is still changing my life, every day. It's a nice, new feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Reuben, Trey, Brian, Bryant and I sat around my kitchen table talking, drinking beer, wine, mimosas, etc. We were loud and happy, and it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wrote in my real journal for the first time in months.  It's strange how much stuff like this clears my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for an internship, we'll see how that works out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Mason is playing a free show in ATL on August 5th. I would love some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you read this blog, leave some love. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone reads this thing or if I'm sending off thoughts into oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-676759250543490364?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/676759250543490364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=676759250543490364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/676759250543490364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/676759250543490364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-news-you-need.html' title='The only news you need'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-5219339868671973641</id><published>2007-07-24T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:27:45.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble waking up at an appropriate hour latetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe going to bed before 2:00 am would help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm beyond broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, anyone? Spare change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-5219339868671973641?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5219339868671973641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=5219339868671973641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/5219339868671973641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/5219339868671973641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/07/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-1955424257452798388</id><published>2007-07-17T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:10:51.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine and cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbsVGcmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DP0_98RGnTU/s1600-h/wine+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088183233646729522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbsVGcmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DP0_98RGnTU/s320/wine+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/Rpzbo1GcmSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VtmLepionmI/s1600-h/wine+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088183173517187362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/Rpzbo1GcmSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VtmLepionmI/s320/wine+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzblVGcmRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rlybfClSpnY/s1600-h/wine+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088183113387645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzblVGcmRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rlybfClSpnY/s320/wine+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbelGcmQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6VZdwTGyNG4/s1600-h/wine+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182997423528194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbelGcmQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6VZdwTGyNG4/s320/wine+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbalGcmPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mVgC_FIuPMM/s1600-h/wine+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182928704051442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbalGcmPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mVgC_FIuPMM/s320/wine+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbVFGcmOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qv2c-EjkI6w/s1600-h/wine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182834214770914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbVFGcmOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qv2c-EjkI6w/s320/wine+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbQ1GcmNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tso8PXqyQDA/s1600-h/wine+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182761200326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbQ1GcmNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tso8PXqyQDA/s320/wine+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mywedding.com/jordanandtabitha"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-1955424257452798388?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1955424257452798388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=1955424257452798388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/1955424257452798388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/1955424257452798388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/07/wine-and-cheese.html' title='Wine and cheese'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Xr990SPfks/RpzbsVGcmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DP0_98RGnTU/s72-c/wine+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-3641029681669924877</id><published>2007-07-16T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:08:54.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one of my friends has a secret up on post secret, that's kind of cool. It was pretty easy to figure out that it was hers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Raleigh has been really fun. Yesterday Joshua Blackwell came down and we hung out. It was all fun and games until, for whatever reason, Brittany, Joshua and myself decided to drink WAY too much wine. It's 7:00 one day later and I'm just now getting over that sick feeling. (Maybe some pictures soon). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/160/wine_bottles_86969n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bonbonsinthebath.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/urbandecayeyeshadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Reub was a bit annoyed with me because of the whole ordeal (we kept drunk dialing him) but I think he's almost over it. I really miss him, and my dog because I'm really not so used to being away from him for this long. Tomorrow I'll be back home, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, that was WAY too much wine. It's making me feel icky just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua gave me this really cool new Urban Decay make-up, so that was pretty awesome. Also, we got up this morning (so sick) and went to see Order of the Phoenix at the IMAX. The part in 3D was really awesome, except for the fact that Joshua and I were still drunk and it made us even more sick than we were. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/potter/imax3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good and I'm ready to go home, lie around in my pajamas with my boyfriend and my dog, and listen to Willy Mason all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-3641029681669924877?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3641029681669924877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=3641029681669924877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3641029681669924877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/3641029681669924877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069098379017427033.post-8159229414670822981</id><published>2007-07-13T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:55:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willy Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to finally start a new blog, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm in Raleigh. Right now I'm just at Chris and Brittany's place waiting for them to get off of work. It's been nice getting away from Tuscaloosa. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I don't get out of Tuscaloosa when I graduate. Either way, it looks like I'm stuck here for a while. Britt &amp; Chris are taking me out to eat tonight, I think that will be pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua will be coming down on Sunday (I hope). I can't wait to see him. Talking to him is like therapy sometimes, we're two like souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I have discovered Willy Mason this week. The only way that I can describe it is that listening to him is like coming home. It makes me feel so good, I can't even explain it. He's my age, his voice is wonderful, and yes, I love him. Love love love. What good is life without good music to shape it a little?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a351.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00425/05/32/425682350_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's Willy. If you haven't heard him, I suggest you give his myspace a go. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/willymason"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/willymason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I saw the fifth Harry Potter movie the other night, and it was really, really good. After a day of wedding dress shopping with Laura at the Galleria, she and I met up with Reuben, Brian, and Trey for a little dinner at Johnny Carino's by the Rave theatre. After that, we all met up with Adam and Lena and saw the movie. We all loved it (except for Adam, who must have been in a horrible mood or something.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After wedding shopping but before Carino's Laura and I stopped by the Barnes &amp; Noble by the rave, and this is where I found my Willy Mason CD, which made made me very happy. I also picked up the Once album, since apparently the movie is never coming to a theatre near me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070514/070514_once_vmed_5p.widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The more I listen, the more I need to see it.  Anyway, I'm going to now revert back to listening to Pandora and reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm going to steal Britt's camera and snap some photos at some point, which will subsequently be uploaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8069098379017427033-8159229414670822981?l=brookececilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8159229414670822981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8069098379017427033&amp;postID=8159229414670822981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/8159229414670822981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8069098379017427033/posts/default/8159229414670822981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookececilia.blogspot.com/2007/07/willy-mason.html' title='Willy Mason'/><author><name>Cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247088414742952430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
