<?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-22511446</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:10.793-07:00</updated><category term='musicvideo'/><category term='homecoming'/><category term='alphabet'/><title type='text'>M.Antoinette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-254759559378086680</id><published>2006-12-30T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:36:18.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girls... indeed</title><content type='html'>omFg. check this out. it's the new show, The Bad Girl's Club. The chick that's beaten everyone is Ripsi. she is wasted OUT OF HER MIND. hahah, it's sooo funny. but not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="167" height="153"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNvI1FNqKFQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNvI1FNqKFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="167" height="153"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-254759559378086680?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/254759559378086680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=254759559378086680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/254759559378086680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/254759559378086680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-girls-indeed.html' title='Bad Girls... indeed'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-2366732993493243278</id><published>2006-12-08T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:48:03.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new address</title><content type='html'>hey, i know it's been forever since i've updated. got a new bg.... here's the new address that you can reach me at: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pinkyfish123"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-2366732993493243278?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/2366732993493243278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=2366732993493243278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2366732993493243278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2366732993493243278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-address_08.html' title='new address'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-5131801261327758511</id><published>2006-11-07T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:30:30.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M. Antoinette II</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;scans from my september issue of &lt;u&gt;Vogue&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd198.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd199.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd200.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd205.0.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd206.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd206.1.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd201.0.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd210.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd210.0.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd202.0.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="312" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd209.0.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/kd208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/kd208.0.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-5131801261327758511?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/5131801261327758511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=5131801261327758511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5131801261327758511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5131801261327758511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/m-antoinette-ii.html' title='M. Antoinette II'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-6056587759171263499</id><published>2006-11-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:30:48.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a litte FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This is the funniest thing. watch &lt;b&gt;FAITH HILL&lt;/b&gt;. And she's serious!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyZRiEJnIag" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-6056587759171263499?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/6056587759171263499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=6056587759171263499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/6056587759171263499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/6056587759171263499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-funniest-thing.html' title='have a litte FAITH'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-2763355906399392175</id><published>2006-11-06T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:27:34.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M. Antoinette</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;I ♥ &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;MARIE ANTOINETTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-2763355906399392175?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/2763355906399392175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=2763355906399392175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2763355906399392175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2763355906399392175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/m-antoinette.html' title='M. Antoinette'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-8036709368201155095</id><published>2006-11-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:11:37.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let them eat cake</title><content type='html'>Trailer from my new favorite movie, "Marie Antoinette". Enjoy, and &lt;b&gt;GO SEE IT&lt;/b&gt;. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WjsqVwWyrI" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-8036709368201155095?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/8036709368201155095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=8036709368201155095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/8036709368201155095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/8036709368201155095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='let them eat cake'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-3021847162039599182</id><published>2006-11-03T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:42:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg, it's a drunkard!!</title><content type='html'>hola,&lt;br /&gt;so... i have &lt;b&gt;MAJOR&lt;/b&gt; updates. Ok, it was the wierdest thing. Today at school, there's this girl, Santana.. yeah, well... she's in my Algebra, Art, and English class and she was acting really wierd during my algebra, like laughing all during class. she laughs, but not during the WHOLE class period. So yeah, and then she was in my English class and i thought she was high because this girl that i sit by said she was acting really high, and it wouldn't have been the first time. if you know what i mean. Anyway,  i told Michelle and she agreed that she was acting really wierd. So we asked her friend Scott if she was high and he said that she was drunk. I knew something was off because after art (which is right before english) she asked where everyone was going and it was after the bell rang and Dylan, her other friend, said that they were all going to their classes and that they were going to go to English. He was talking real baby like so i knew something was wrong. Then, when Scott said that Santana was drunk he also said that she started drinking this morning in the shower or something, so her parents wouldn't find out. Our english class is split in two periods, so we have 4th hour which is only 25 min for us and then we go to lunch and have the rest of class after lunch. Well, Scott said that she needed to eat a lot during lunch so the food could absorb the alcohol, you know? Well, she got caught because apparently she had a water bottle with her that was filled with 1/3 orange juice and 2/3 vodka. So, she had to get her stuff from the classroom and go home. I don't think she got expelled but I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; she atleast got suspended. So, there ya have it. Exciting, isn't it? well, i gotta go cause me and my friends are headed to a movie. talk later? k, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-3021847162039599182?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/3021847162039599182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=3021847162039599182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/3021847162039599182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/3021847162039599182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-its-drunkard.html' title='omg, it&apos;s a drunkard!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-7833076031802809228</id><published>2006-11-03T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:11:56.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music video IIII</title><content type='html'>Music Video. "Hate(I really don't like you) by Plain White T's. My &lt;b&gt;SECOND&lt;/b&gt; favorite band. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_Lc9Vyzqhc" width="157" height="163" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-7833076031802809228?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/7833076031802809228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=7833076031802809228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/7833076031802809228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/7833076031802809228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/music-video.html' title='music video IIII'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-7823501877211413522</id><published>2006-11-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:14:40.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is kinda an old one, but it's still good. Enjoy!! ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(It's kinda blurry)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHE_xMHCMmE" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-7823501877211413522?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/7823501877211413522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=7823501877211413522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/7823501877211413522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/7823501877211413522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/11/gilmore-girls.html' title='Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-1666746604494759166</id><published>2006-10-29T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:30:39.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Oleander III</title><content type='html'>hey, remember I was reading White Oleander and I watched the movie? here is what the covers of the book(left) and movie(right) look like to help you with your search. peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/white_oleander11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/white_oleander11.0.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/1600/white_oleander.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8022/2747/320/white_oleander.2.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  ^that's what my cover looks like. ^&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/22511446-1666746604494759166?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/1666746604494759166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=1666746604494759166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/1666746604494759166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/1666746604494759166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/white-oleander-iii.html' title='White Oleander III'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-2146963753473581141</id><published>2006-10-29T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:17:42.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music video III</title><content type='html'>hey, music video. I'm obsessed with music. "How to Save a Life" by The Fray. Anyway, enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWtdM3quE7U" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-2146963753473581141?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/2146963753473581141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=2146963753473581141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2146963753473581141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2146963753473581141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-video-iii.html' title='music video III'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-5488106192728788655</id><published>2006-10-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:48:58.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Oleander II</title><content type='html'>hey, i'm back. so guess what. I'm reading White Oleander now. I'm obsessed, just like i was obsessed with Walk the Line and Superman. I get hooked easily. So yeah, me and my mom and my grandpa and grandma and my cousin Molly and my aunt Jennifer and Uncle Shad and my two baby cousins Austin and Landon all went out to dinner last night. A handful I know. Austin was so funny. I don't know how to explain it... you would &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; have to be there. Then, I guess Austin loves me or something even though he's only 1 and i didn't think that he would remeber me but every time I see him he does and he wants to always be by me. Last night I was holding him and  it was raining and I was waiting for Molly to strap in Landon and then she grabbed for Austin and he held his hands out because he didn't want me to go and then he started crying (I think Molly gets really jealous because just how she acts. Just grab him away from me and stuff. It's like, Molly, he's your brother. You can see him whenever you want to. I can't. Well, i could but Molly would get into a huff. It's like, god, chill out). I always feel so bad after leaving. When me and Molly were going to a football game and i said bye to him he started screaming. Like screaming at the top of his lungs because he didn't want me to go. And he does this really cute thing where when you are kinda far away from him he wants to kiss you. So you have to get up and go and kiss and &lt;b&gt;ONCE&lt;/b&gt; you sit back down he'll pucker his lips again and you have to keep getting up and kissing him. He's so cute. So after the dinner we said our goodbyes to shad and jennifer and the babies and molly and there was a book store and we went in just to look at some stuff and i got it. &lt;u&gt;White Oleander&lt;/u&gt;, that is. Anyway, it's really good so far. Every one who reads this should watch the movie and read the book. I gotta go take a shower. I thought I'd just check in. guess i will talk to you guys later. ciao mein, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-5488106192728788655?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/5488106192728788655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=5488106192728788655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5488106192728788655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5488106192728788655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/white-oleander-ii.html' title='White Oleander II'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-4156398782520691187</id><published>2006-10-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:34:49.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fansites</title><content type='html'>i have fansites now. they are not in my links anymore. so look at them. they took me FOREVER!! about 2hrs or so. so yeah, way too long but i got nothin else to do. And if you didn't notice i changed my song. and i have no idea what else to write. ummm..... we are having our rummage sale. it is succesful ;). not really. i have no idea what else to write so i think i'm gonna go. talk later. prolly tom some time. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-4156398782520691187?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/4156398782520691187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=4156398782520691187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/4156398782520691187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/4156398782520691187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/fansites.html' title='fansites'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-5336709326768087426</id><published>2006-10-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:44:11.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Oleander</title><content type='html'>I watched this movie last night, &lt;b&gt;White Oleander&lt;/b&gt;. i have to say, it's like my new favorite movie. I went to &lt;i&gt;youtube.com&lt;/i&gt; to see if they had any clips but all they had was music videos for &lt;b&gt;White Oleander&lt;/b&gt; or something but I did find the trailer. Enjoy. And &lt;u&gt;rent&lt;/u&gt; it. it is sooo good&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9zxB9xP6hA" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-5336709326768087426?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/5336709326768087426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=5336709326768087426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5336709326768087426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5336709326768087426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/white-oleander.html' title='White Oleander'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-6042842334719995032</id><published>2006-10-17T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:53:20.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musicy!</title><content type='html'>enjoy. it's "Fidelity" by Regina Spektor. she's my new favorite singer. The video is a lil' weird tho. i like the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NBArHgZntE" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-6042842334719995032?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/6042842334719995032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=6042842334719995032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/6042842334719995032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/6042842334719995032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/musicy.html' title='musicy!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-4260435629486501157</id><published>2006-10-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:28:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-4260435629486501157?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/4260435629486501157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=4260435629486501157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/4260435629486501157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/4260435629486501157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-2034627216677965931</id><published>2006-10-10T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:54:41.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>Got a clip from last weeks Gilmore Girls. it's about 10 min. Enjoy&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="167" height="153"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JViKARnjIBU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JViKARnjIBU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="167" height="153"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-2034627216677965931?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/2034627216677965931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=2034627216677965931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2034627216677965931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/2034627216677965931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/gilmore-girls.html' title='Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-5732685931097474858</id><published>2006-10-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:57:39.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><title type='text'>Homecoming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hola~&lt;br /&gt;HOMECOMING is in 3 days!!! woo hoo!!! we've had a whole WEEK for homecoming. It's huge at our school. We get themes for every football game. like: Gangster, 80's Jogger. that's all i remember. Wanna know our themes for the week?? ok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pajama Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Color Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Fresh:&lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt;, Sophmores:&lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt;, Juniors:&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;, Seniors&lt;em&gt;:blue&lt;/em&gt;, Teacher's&lt;em&gt;:yellow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Decade Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Fresh:&lt;em&gt;1950's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; Sophmores:&lt;em&gt;1960's&lt;/em&gt;, Juniors:&lt;em&gt;1970's&lt;/em&gt;, Seniors:&lt;em&gt;1980's&lt;/em&gt;, Teacher's:&lt;em&gt;1920's&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Crazy Hat Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Spirit Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, there it is. I'm going shopping for new jeans today. The zipper broke on my others a long time ago and so whenever I walk the zipper goes down and it looks like it's down accidently. Now a have a safety-pin holding it up so, it's all good! gotta go. I'm tired!! ciao for now, my homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-5732685931097474858?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/5732685931097474858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=5732685931097474858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5732685931097474858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5732685931097474858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-5196287205754548737</id><published>2006-10-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:56:19.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicvideo'/><title type='text'>musicvideo</title><content type='html'>I have a music video for you. the song is "It Ends Tonight" by The All American Rejects. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TldqnpsvgJ8" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-5196287205754548737?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/5196287205754548737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=5196287205754548737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5196287205754548737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/5196287205754548737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/musicvideo.html' title='musicvideo'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-116017098681545535</id><published>2006-10-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:43:06.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alphabet'/><title type='text'>alphabet</title><content type='html'>ha~&lt;br /&gt;i found this on a website.&lt;br /&gt;here’s what each word stands for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;- dang good kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;- good all around person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-you’re wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;-great personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-you have a nice butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;-people adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;-never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-you’re hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-you get hyper easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;-Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;-success comes easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-absolutely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;-like to try new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;-you are an awesome person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-you are popular with all types of ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;-you live to have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;-you’re a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;-easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;-you are loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-you really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;-you are not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;-you are very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;-one of the best bfs/gfs anyone could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;-you’re a little to hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;-you’re really sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-wild and crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-absolutely beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-dang good kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-hyper easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-nice butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me! find out who you are!(and most of thos are true &lt;hehe&gt;!!) HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-116017098681545535?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/116017098681545535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=116017098681545535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/116017098681545535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/116017098681545535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/alphabet_06.html' title='alphabet'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115982749474913116</id><published>2006-10-02T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:18:14.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>hola.&lt;br /&gt;I have this mexican (two actually) guy in my algebra class and he's so cute! i love him! he's adorable and he doesn't speak a word of english. he was walking past me and my friend in the hall one day and she waved to him and he just looked at her funny but then he waved back. he's funny. I'm drinking hot tea right now. if anyone cared they would see on my "current mood" icon on the right-hand corner that i feel crappy. I just have a really big headache and i am soooooo tired. but tea feels good. i have to remember to email my aunt sometime this week. my cousin just came on IM. haha, i'm talking to her now. i have a quiz in IPS tom. i know the stuff, hopefully. i think i do. watching seinfeld now. i got Gilmore Girls. i forgot to tell you guys that. i got it, like, two weeks ago. I can't wait for christmas. I LOVE winter. "Oh the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we no place to go. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!". anyway, gonna go. talk to you guys later!! i LOVE snow!!! hmm.... snow.... i'll prolly have christmas music on here at the beginning of dec. my bday!! just to get into the spirit. guess what my "sweet sixteen" theme is gonna be? even though it's one year and 3 months away. the theme is "Old Hollywood". I'm gonna be Marilyn Monroe and everyone gets to be whomever they want. I'm gonna have the red carpet out on the driveway and the things they have at the movie theaters? the rope things. yeah, and inside i'm gonna have the hollywood walk of fame and then i'm gonna have huge blown-up pictures of Marylin and Frank Sinatra and Audrey Hepburn. I need to ask ppl who they are gonna be so i can find their picture and blow it up. and put their star on the walk of fame. then i'm gonna have old movies and black and white cake and everything. It's my sweet sixteen, ya know? i've already started planning. that's sad. anyway, i'm excited.  gotta go! ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115982749474913116?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115982749474913116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115982749474913116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115982749474913116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115982749474913116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115948649200361943</id><published>2006-09-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:34:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new idea</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;I got a new idea from one of this websites i visited. Scroll down and you will see song lyrics. It was my idea to actually put the song in there from radio.blog.club. i love that site. So... you see the lyrics and you can rock out to the song. I'll be updating it daily except some weekends. I'm either up north or at my fathers. so yeah, thought i'd just show you that. Anyway, i'm spose to record Grey's Anatomy at 800 for my mah-jah (mother, if y'all didn't catch that). And Ugly Betty at 700. so yeah, in one half houh (hour)! hahah, anyway, my fingers are freezing and it's really hard to type with freezing fingers so i'm gonna go. talk lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115948649200361943?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115948649200361943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115948649200361943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115948649200361943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115948649200361943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-idea.html' title='new idea'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115878958584026848</id><published>2006-09-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:11:29.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicvideo'/><title type='text'>Watch</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;i have a music video for you!! it's "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" by Death Cab for Cutie. Enjoy. &lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/zzzz46.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 153px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7euMj2ZK5g" width="167" height="153" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115878958584026848?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115878958584026848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115878958584026848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115878958584026848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115878958584026848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/watch.html' title='Watch'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115871008848406734</id><published>2006-09-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:10:54.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hola</title><content type='html'>hola my friendly foes~&lt;br /&gt;ha, that's a total oxy-moron. changed my background. I have such a headache. Gilmore Girls came out today!! i didn't get it tho. They were sold out at Wal-Mart. It's stinks, I know. I want to change my song again too. anyway, had school today. wanna know my hw? i know, cuz it's so interesting. ok.... hold on. I got a new planner so i can put whatever i have for hw in there. like write it down? like an assignment notebook, only smaller. ok, getting it now. Hold on.... ok, here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;French- quiz friday/exercises F-I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Algebra- GO Homework Assignment #10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art- Blind Contouring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English- Handwritten story due Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health- Work on project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IPS- no homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there it is. So, michelle, my bf, is moving!!! To somewhere else (&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/zzzz47.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)did you really think that i would be stupid enough to tell you where my she's moving to? i'm not! anyway, she's is still going to the same school as me so that's good. i'm sad becuz she won't be on the same bus as me. pooey. anyway..... i guess i'll be ok. I'm watching Seinfeld on the televisiono and listening to music&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/zzzz9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;pretty interesting life, huh? i know! anyway, i'm gonna go and leave you to boogey down with Fred, the dancing stick figure!! love you all!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/zzzz58.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115871008848406734?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115871008848406734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115871008848406734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115871008848406734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115871008848406734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/hola_19.html' title='hola'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115828049282564844</id><published>2006-09-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:12:21.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hola</title><content type='html'>hola.&lt;br /&gt;how are you all doin? i'm fine. watching Grey's Anatomy now. and i'm downloading songs. a pretty exciting life, huh? i know. yes i am all done with my homework. I really only get three hw assignments. well, sometimes four. IPS, FrenchII, Algebra and sometimes Health. so yeah, anyway. idk what else to say. hmmm....... we're watching a movie in IPS tom. ummm..... test tom in Algebra. i have NOT been in school for three weeks already.... there is NO WAY!! the weeks and days go by really fast in HS. i mean, i thought it was tues today. nope, it's thurs. it's pretty wierd. and my day is not long at all. it doesn't seem like it anyway. the only classes that seem to tick by slowly are algebra, health and study hall. i just realized that i don't take a Social Studies class, the main requirement. i am sucha blonde, it's not even funny. anyway, i'm listening to Death Cab for Cutie now&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretty incredib;e song. "Brothers On A Hotel Bed". that's the song. i have to go clean my room. my mom says that if it's not SPOTLESS i won't be able to go up north this weekend. anyway, i should go. talk later!!!! ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/zzzz49.gif" 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/22511446-115828049282564844?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115828049282564844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115828049282564844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115828049282564844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115828049282564844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/hola.html' title='hola'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115818479070931491</id><published>2006-09-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:20:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;So went to school today. same old. I like having&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;FrenchII &lt;/span&gt;first because I love french and i love my teach. she's so cool. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Algebra&lt;/span&gt; was boring. I really don't like my teacher, like at all. He's so annoying. then i had &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Art Survey&lt;/span&gt;...... worked on a project. We have to bring in this old book and it's gonna be like our sketchbook. pretty cool. i like my teacher there too. And then &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, my bf has the same class so that's pretty exciting. and then &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt; and then back to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. pretty coolio. and what else.......&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Health&lt;/span&gt;. which is soooo boring!! goodness, she talks SO slow. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;IPS&lt;/span&gt;, it's ok. If all y'all don't know what&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; IPS&lt;/span&gt; is.... &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Introductory to Physical Science&lt;/span&gt;. it's ok, kinda boring. I set a bad example. atleast that's what the teacher said. All I did was pour sand down the sink. oh well..... and then &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;study hall&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, that was my day. After school i did my homework (molly helped me with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;IPS.&lt;/span&gt; so yeah, i also had french and algebra. pretty much the same exact thing i have everyday. Did you know i wake up at 5.30 each morning? doesn't that suck?! yes, i know! anyway, tom is already thurs so i guess it's all good. i'm going up north again this weekend. i'm eating pretzels and Blueberry Honey Mustard. I got it at a farmers market. It is so good! anyway, i'm prolly gonna go. talk to ya guys later!! ciao to you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115818479070931491?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115818479070931491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115818479070931491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115818479070931491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115818479070931491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115810214059595730</id><published>2006-09-12T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:12:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;guess what? that's right. I got Gilmore Girls seasons 1, 2 &amp; 3. I already had 4&amp;amp;5. I am impatiently waiting till Sept 19 when Gilmore Girls season 6 comes out. My mom surprised me with the three seasons today after school along with "Almost Famous". That movie with Kate Hudson? I LOVE that movie. she gets her stomache pumped out tho. She overdosed i believe. but other than that.... it is so good. and i know, i know.... it's rated R. but i'm mature enough. It's soooo good. i saw it when i was 11, so i think i'm good. anyway....... i can cross those off the list. Had school today. same old, same old. you people wanna know my sched?? alrighty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;French II&lt;/span&gt; 7.25-8.15**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Algebra IA&lt;/span&gt; 8.21-9.11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Art Survey&lt;/span&gt; 9.17-10.09**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;English 9&lt;/span&gt; 10.15-10.40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt; 10.46-11.11**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;English 9&lt;/span&gt; 11.17-11.42&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Health &lt;/span&gt;11.48-12.38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IPS&lt;/span&gt; 12.44-1.34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9hr: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Study Hall&lt;/span&gt; 1.40-2.30**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;favorite periods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, 6min passing period. be jealous. it's because our school is huge. anyway, read it and weep, my homies. anyway, prolly gonna go. talk lata ma BROTHAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115810214059595730?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115810214059595730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115810214059595730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115810214059595730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115810214059595730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/gilmore-girls.html' title='Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115801458390672353</id><published>2006-09-11T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:43:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know I haven't posted in a while. I got a new song. It's still The Fray but it's really good. Play it... I know you'll like it. I know you will. I'll update tomorrow probably. I'll try to. Peace out my brothas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115801458390672353?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115801458390672353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115801458390672353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115801458390672353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115801458390672353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-song.html' title='New Song'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115652317727120369</id><published>2006-08-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:37:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glasses and such</title><content type='html'>here are my fabulous glasses!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/Picture%20035.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/Picture%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/Picture%20036.0.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you like 'em? i know, right. i got them yesterday and i also got my hair cut. I don't have a picture of me but oh well. talk to you guys later? k, ciao! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/upsidedown2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115652317727120369?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115652317727120369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115652317727120369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115652317727120369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115652317727120369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/08/glasses-and-such.html' title='glasses and such'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115626543005021154</id><published>2006-08-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:09:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avatars</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;i have new avatars: (i have a bunch more... ask if you want more, si vous plait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blake Lively&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/bl20.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/bl20.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/bl45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/bl45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/bl24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/bl24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alexis Bledel&lt;/u&gt;: (I have a ton. just email) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh113.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kh117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kh117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mv159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mv159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matt Dallas&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/md12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/md12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/md13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/md13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/md14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/md14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if anyone has any more avatars of Matt Dallas please email me, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sean Faris&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sf53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sf53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kiera Knightly&lt;/u&gt;: ( i have a ton! EMAIL) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk545.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk545.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kk540.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kk540.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lauren Graham&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg90.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg90.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/lg94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/lg94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scarlett Johansson&lt;/u&gt;:(i have a ton so if u want more, just email) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj348.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj348.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sj294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sj294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen81.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen81.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jen92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jen92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np16.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np30.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np31.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np102.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np102.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np36.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np58.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np58.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np83.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np83.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/np88.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/np88.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rachel McAdams&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm125.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm125.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm127.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm127.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm128.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm128.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rm123.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rm123.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm16.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm17.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wwm20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wwm20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samaire Armstrong&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa83.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa83.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa84.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa84.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sa88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sa88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Camilla Belle&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla192.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla192.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla193.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla193.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla194.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla194.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla195.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla195.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/camilla190.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/camilla190.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja41.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja20.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ja33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ja33.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Naomi Watts&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw26.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw22.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw15.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/nw25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/nw25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jg43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jg43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gemma Ward&lt;/u&gt;: (i have a bunch. email) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/gw67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/gw67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kate Bosworth&lt;/u&gt;: (i have a bunch. email, si vous plait) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb127.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb127.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb68.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb68.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb111.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb111.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb256.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb256.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb221.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb221.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb231.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb231.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb254.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb254.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kb132.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kb132.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Topher Grace&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg30.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg30.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg36.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg26.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg37.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg39.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg43.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg43.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/tg40.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/tg40.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rachel Bilson&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/rb14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/rb14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/u&gt;: (got a lot. email) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab26.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab28.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab53.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab53.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab32.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab41.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/ab48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/ab48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amber Tamblyn&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at81.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at81.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/at67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/at67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd42.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd42.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd37.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd25.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd25.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd41.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd36.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd34.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/kd43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/kd43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hayden Panettiere&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/jp10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/jp10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/hp14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/hp14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/u&gt;: ( i have a ton. email) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/wink5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb92.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb92.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb93.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb93.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb87.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb87.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/mb51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/mb51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said you can &lt;b&gt;EMAIL&lt;/b&gt; me whenever and ask to have more! &lt;a href="mailto:pinkyfish123@yahoo.com"&gt;pinkyfish123@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; . so, i think i'll update soon with the people i have a lot of. talk to you guys lata!! love you all! ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115626543005021154?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115626543005021154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115626543005021154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115626543005021154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115626543005021154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/08/avatars.html' title='avatars'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115618097690762703</id><published>2006-08-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:24:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>change of plans--&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; putting Bryan Greenburg on my list. He looked good on the site but when I looked at some pictures he was &lt;u&gt;U-G-L-Y&lt;/u&gt;. sorry to anyone who is a fan but seriously, common. I am also putting Chris Evans on here and i think that's it. ok, so. Anyway, I'm going to the eye doctor today to get a check-up and get glasses. ugh, but i only need them to read things, like the chalkieboard. and i'm getting cool ones to. the frames are gonna be square. i'll post a pic of them when i get em. so anyway, i guess i'll talk to you all lata! ciao for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115618097690762703?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115618097690762703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115618097690762703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115618097690762703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115618097690762703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115603377623311094</id><published>2006-08-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:29:36.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm......</title><content type='html'>yo,&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone. i just wanted to inform you that i found more&lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; peeps for the links. i know, how many more can there be? &lt;b&gt;PLENTY&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway... America Ferrera, Lacy Chabert, Blake Lively, Gisele Bundchen, Mischa Barton, Elijah Wood (i will &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; love Elijah, no matter what. he's one of those ppl that I will always like), Heidi Klum, Gemma Ward, Bryan Greenburg, Channing Tatum, James Marsden and Sandra Bullock. So yes, how about THAT? i KNOW!! &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt;. anyway, just wanted to say that. you can go here:  &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/fav/0/961114/0"&gt;http://www.radioblogclub.com/fav/0/961114/0&lt;/a&gt; to view my fave songs and artists. ciao my people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115603377623311094?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115603377623311094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115603377623311094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115603377623311094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115603377623311094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/08/umm.html' title='umm......'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115594638967536157</id><published>2006-08-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:24:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't posted in, like, forever. listening to my favorite song: How to Save a Life. The Fray ROCKS! anyway, i got rid of a &lt;u&gt;bunch&lt;/u&gt; of my links. i figured you could just go to google.com and figure it out for yourself. i saved some. i don't know if they are the good ones. i didn't look before. i needed a change (the background). i loved my other one but it was time for a new one. umm... you can go to my profile on blogskins.com &lt;b&gt;(blogskins.com/me/clairessa)&lt;/b&gt; to see my proffie! ummm... don't know what else to say. had orientation today at the high school. it was kinda boring. they said the exact same thing in every class about how we're not gonna get duct taped or anything. watching Spiderman. then Kyle XY. he's so hot. Matt Dallas? that's another thing. i'm adding new peeps to the links. umm...... Sean Faris (hottie), Matt Dallas (hottie, like I said), Ashley Tisdale, Alyson Michalka, Kirsten Dunst, Milo Ventimiglia (hottie), Alexis Bledel, Lauren Graham (i am OBSESSED w/ Gilmore Girls), Heath Ledger, Josh Hartnett, Adam Brody, Tom Welling, Ricky Ullman (cutie *sigh*), Amber Tamblyn, Arielle Kebbel, Kate Bosworth and Orlando Bloom. &lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt; more peeps, i guess. anyway, better go. need to dance to &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; song. jk, but i am gonna dance (maybe). k, talk lata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;8/18/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115594638967536157?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115594638967536157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115594638967536157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115594638967536157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115594638967536157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115353549705020260</id><published>2006-07-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:49:43.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>-- Birthday: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;December 1, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Birthplace: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Waukesha, WI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Eye Color: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Height: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5'2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;didn’t wear shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Weakness: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Your Fears: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;heights (sort of, I can tolerate it) and cliffs( can't talerate cliffs, no way josè)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Your Perfect Pizza: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lots of veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on AIM:&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; idk and haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Your first thoughts waking up: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Your best physical feature: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;eyes and eyelashes (i have SUCH long eyelashes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Your bedtime: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;usually 10 00 on school nights but it’s SUMMER baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;COKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- McDonald’s or Burger King:&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; niether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or Group dates: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;niether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Chocolate or Vanilla: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Smoke: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Sing: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;every OTHER day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Have a crush(es): &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you’ve been in love: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes, I know I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Want to go to college: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes, totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Like High School: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;never been there, first year starting this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Want to get married: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t so.... idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Think your attractive: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;YES, jk. Idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with you parents: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Like T-Storms: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sometimes, if they’re scary then no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Play an instrument: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope, I played the clarinet in elementary school but then I quit to take choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last Month...&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol:&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Smoked: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Done a drug: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;umm... NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Made out: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Gone on a date: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Gone to the mall: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of oreos: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no, not an ENTIRE box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Eaten Sushi: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Been on stage: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Been dumped: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope, you have to be going w/ somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping:&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Stolen anything: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removing of clothing: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or completely intoxicated: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Been called a teased: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what’s that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Got beaten up: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Shoplifted: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no........... sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Age you hope to get married: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;idk if I even WANT to get married..... NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Numbers and names of children: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2 (max. amount), a boy and girl: Boy-Cross and Girl- Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your dream wedding: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;idk, people!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- How do you want to die: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sleeping next to the one I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Where do you want to go to college: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Marquette University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a Psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;FRANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Guy...&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;bright blue, green or brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- short or long hair: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-- bad boy or prep:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; prep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- height: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a lot taller than me. I love tall guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;not fat, normal. Not skinny tho. Muscular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;idk, jeans and a tshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;outside the movie theatre. Idk why but I’ve always wanted to be kissed there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of....&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of drugs taken illegally: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Number of people I trust with my life: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of cd’s that I own: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;all in the ears..... 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Numbers of tattoos: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;none, but I want a blue outline of a star on the inside of my left wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;idk....... 10. I had surgery on my foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115353549705020260?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115353549705020260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115353549705020260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115353549705020260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115353549705020260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/07/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115255190318240133</id><published>2006-07-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:21:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's been a while. Here is a list of the Top Movies that you HAVE to see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**1. SUPERMAN!! starring: Brandon Routh (hottie), Kate Bosworth and James Marsden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Pirates!! starring: Johnny Depp, Keira Knightley and Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. The Devil Wears Prada!! starring: Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. The Breakup!! starring: Jennifer Aniston, Vince Vaughn and Jason Bateman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. Lake House!! starring: Keanu Reeves, Sandra Bullock and Christopher Plummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. A Prairie Home Companion!! starring: Lindsay Lohan, Meryl Streep and Woody Harrelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**= Best Movie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115255190318240133?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115255190318240133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115255190318240133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115255190318240133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115255190318240133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-movies.html' title='Top Movies'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115073412977242691</id><published>2006-06-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:22:09.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/112317/373528.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - 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click to play" /&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/22511446-115057695328968290?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115057695328968290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115057695328968290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115057695328968290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115057695328968290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115022286894861874</id><published>2006-06-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:22:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another</title><content type='html'>check out my other blog please, just changed the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://claireputchinski.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://claireputchinski.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115022286894861874?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115022286894861874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115022286894861874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115022286894861874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115022286894861874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/06/another.html' title='another'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-115014880160075605</id><published>2006-06-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:05:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>I know, you prolly are getting really sick of me changing my background ALL THE TIME but like I said before I get stirr-crazy if I stay with something too long and &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/&lt;/a&gt; has AWESOME skins for your blog. And I have to say, this skin was prolly the EASIEST one to put on here. I didn't need to fuss with anything, I just put what I needed to put where in the right spot and it totally worked. I didn't get stressed out like I normally do. Anyway, the gurl who created this masterpiece is &lt;u&gt;provacative}. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;gonna go! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-115014880160075605?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/115014880160075605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=115014880160075605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115014880160075605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/115014880160075605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/06/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114943999573054175</id><published>2006-06-04T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:58:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just wanted to say a quick hello. How are you all doing? I'm fine, like my background? I changed it obviously. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE it now. I think this one is gonna stick. i found it @ &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://blogskins.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So anyway, just wanted to say hey! :). talk to you guys later. I'm gonna try to figure out how to put music on here! wouldn't that be COOL!!! ok, au revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114943999573054175?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114943999573054175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114943999573054175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114943999573054175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114943999573054175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-guys-just-wanted-to-say-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114920211515606768</id><published>2006-06-01T17:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:57:04.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>hey, y'all like my background? i love it! it's so sunny and warm. I'm listening to Ever The Same, well it just ended. Anyway, i'm not doing much, i have to get ready for this thing at 7 o'clock. so i better hup to it. anyway, just wanted to say hey. the pictures below are new scans of camilla belle if you were wondering. she's that girl from When A Stranger Calls(*rolls eyes*), anyway.... better get ready! talk later!! *muah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114920211515606768?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114920211515606768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114920211515606768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114920211515606768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114920211515606768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey_114920211515606768.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114876506339605770</id><published>2006-05-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:43:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATE!!&lt;/span&gt; please look at the websites that i have put on my blog. they are only the best, very professional. not some cruddy-millions-of-pop-ups kinda sites. please have a look. they are all of my favorite ppl. thanks. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: They're all under CHATS in the right column! :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pss:&lt;/span&gt; some are in different languages but you'll get the gist of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114876506339605770?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114876506339605770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114876506339605770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114876506339605770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114876506339605770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-please-look-at-websites-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114873969198819351</id><published>2006-05-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:21:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all~&lt;br /&gt;I'm going iver to my Aunt Lori's house on sunday and staying there until monday. She lives in the city. Don't you LOVE the city. I absolutly LOVE it. Y'all wanna here my DREAM day? ok! ok, it's starts out that i wake up in my (aunt's) house. I absolutly LOVE my aunt's house. It looks like a doll house. It's so cute and absoluty PERFECT for one or two ppl. Anyway, i wake up and i look out the absolutly perfect window to see a day that i LOVE in the city. It's cloudy and kinda chilly and looks like it's gonna rain. I love the rain. I'm not one of those ppl that are all dark and emo, i just like days like that. Anyway, so i go downstairs and i make a cup of coffee and then i go back upstairs, take a shower, get dressed, check my emails, grab the leash's and we're outta there. I'm talking about my aunt's dog, golden retriever Sweetpea and my boston terrier Spike. We get into the car and go to this perfect cafe or starbucks or w/e and i grab coffee and  a muffin and i eat outside w/ my dogs. Then I take the dogs down by the water and just let 'em loose. look at them run!  and then after about an hour or so, we drive to the perfect little bookstore and look at books. after about 30-1 hr in there we go to another coffee place and i sit down and read the new book or magazine i just got. Isn't that the most PERFECT day!! it is to ME!! i love that idea!! anway, gonna go. talk to y'all later! love ya all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114873969198819351?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114873969198819351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114873969198819351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114873969198819351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114873969198819351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-yall-im-going-iver-to-my-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114869716146273241</id><published>2006-05-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:32:41.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Like my new background? LEAVE COMMENTS!! I'm so tired. We (Me and Molly) just came back from "Just My Luck". It was good. I despise Lindsey Lohan but she's a good actress, i just can't stand her in person. Anyway, gonna go. I'm SOO tired and i have a POUNDING headache. Have a great weekend you guys!! Love ya ALL!! ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;3 Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114869716146273241?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114869716146273241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114869716146273241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114869716146273241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114869716146273241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114782639737290535</id><published>2006-05-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:39:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsday.com&lt;br /&gt;By John AndersonNovember 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix sings, plays and acts his way into a career-making role.&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES -- 'The most uncomfortable person in his own skin I'd ever seen," is how one former studio employee recalls Joaquin Phoenix, from the days of the "Gladiator" publicity campaign. But why should that be a surprise? What better reason to become an actor? What more compelling motivation to inhabit another's persona - most recently, for Phoenix, spending six months burying himself in a role for which even he admits he was physically unsuited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, he learns his subject's music. His mannerisms. He sings all the numbers in a movie about a musical icon and even writes his own songs, just to learn what it was like. That he's now comfortable in the skin of a man he never met doesn't seem so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legend's trademark"There was a point during the filming," said Reese Witherspoon, who plays June Carter Cash to Phoenix's Johnny Cash in the upcoming biopic "Walk the Line," "when Joaquin said, "Hello ... I'm Johnny Cash...'" It was the country legend's trademark intro. "It spooked me out," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the economy-size Phoenix, in a hooded red sweatshirt and baggy jeans, is walking around a Beverly Hills hotel room in Johnny Cash's imaginary shoes."It was difficult, the way that John walked," he said, standing up now to better impersonate Cash, "because he was so big he didn't bend his legs, like he just moved around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix pivots on his heels, sort of teetering, stiff-legged, to demonstrate. "And there was something to the way he held the guitar, something commanding about it. And that's so foreign to me. It really gets down to the way he held the guitar, this commanding thing - which I don't feel naturally. But you find out what that process is. And get comfortable with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, who has never before held such a dominating role in a major motion picture - his filmography includes "To Die For," "Gladiator," "Quills" and "The Village" - certainly isn't comfortable with all the non-acting duties that accompany starring in a Hollywood movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar talk&lt;br /&gt;But if he was feeling any pressure preparing to play Johnny Cash (he admits he was "downright terrified") with the film opening, the attention will likely intensify. His performance has already been talked about as one of the best of the year. The Oscar chatter is widespread and noisy. And it's a role rife with pitfalls - of both the actorly and audience-related variety. The movie industry used to ask, "How will it play in Peoria?" Now it wants to know, "How will it play in Nashville?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty well, so far: John Carter Cash, the son of the couple at the heart of the picture - and the movie's executive producer - has thanked Phoenix for his portrayal. But fears about how the movie will be received are well founded: Cash was a towering figure, a rustic, visionary giant who straddled musical genres; he is one of only five performers inducted into both the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Country Music Hall of Fame. (The others are Elvis Presley, Brenda Lee, Chet Atkins and Hank Williams). His 1968 "Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison" album was bought by everyone from George Wallace rednecks to Abbie Hoffman hippie freaks. So bringing him to the screen?&lt;br /&gt;Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. "The thing is, John means something different to everybody," Phoenix explained. "So in some ways there's comfort in that, because he wasn't just one thing - even now, I couldn't tell you who John was in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;"Reese told me something," he said. "I was saying that John didn't really speak in metaphors and was really straightforward about his approach to music and how he wrote songs. In some sense that's true, but not really: Folsom Prison was a metaphor, Reese said, and the point is every time I say something about John I say, 'You know what? I don't know if that's right.' He was a really complex person."&lt;br /&gt;And Phoenix says he found that liberating, "because I wasn't after one thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director James Mangold said he first talked to producer Cathy Konrad about doing a Cash bio-pic back in 1996. The film they ended up with carries echoes of "Ray" (a brother dies young, and it haunts Cash forever) and, inevitably, "Coal Miner's Daughter." But it also has two performances that eclipse the flaws in the structure, performances that meet the criteria for greatness: When it's over, you can't imagine anyone else in the roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the guitar right&lt;br /&gt;When Mangold met Cash, the singer's "biggest concern was that whoever played him didn't hold his guitar like it was a baby." It was Konrad who put Phoenix's picture in front of Mangold, who was looking for a "modern James Dean." The film, he said, was modeled in a way after "East of Eden" - a story of brothers, one seemingly perfect, one not; a girl whom the lesser of the brothers thinks is too good for him. At the same time, Mangold said, "It's really a happy story. "But how do you make a movie about a guy whose trademark is authenticity, and then dub it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Phoenix and Witherspoon both rehearsed for six months - an unheard of amount of time - before shooting started, taking voice lessons, learning the music and preparing to record it all themselves (The real Johnny and June are heard over the end credits. Otherwise, it's all Phoenix and Witherspoon). "He's more of a natural musician than I am," Witherspoon said. "He was playing, he was writing songs - which was great, because it brought something out in him that was there. "But I only had to take on a fraction of what Joaquin had to do," she said. "Twenty-six songs, and step into a legend's shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix had one encounter with Cash, or so he's told. "My mom actually told me that when I was very young we went to a Johnny Cash concert," he said, "and I don't remember it at all. But his songs are the kind that, as I started listening to his music, it was 'Oh right! I know that song.' And I remember hearing, when I was young, from my uncle and my father about 'old JC' - 'Remember when we were at the JC show?' They referenced him as JC, like it was someone that you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was kind of the effect Cash had on people, Phoenix said. "People who didn't know him felt like they did," he said. "It's amazing, because even when he was very successful, he was playing on the back of flatbed trucks at county fairs. Unheard of now. The amount of connection he had with the audience inspired and sustained him; I think when he suffered" - Cash had well-documented problems with drink and pills - "it was when he grew disconnected from that and I think through the prison, Folsom Prison, he reconnected in away with an audience and remembered his voice and where he came from. Because it's easy to lose track of what initially inspires your artistic endeavors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix is a thoughtful man, whose enthusiasm for Cash seems to suppress a natural reticence. Ordinarily, he says, "When a movie's over, I want it be -- over." But "Walk The Line" is following him around.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think John became a songwriter for fame and fortune," he said. "Nowadays, kids who want to make it big want to make a video - they want to be on a video surrounded by good girls. John, he wanted to be the voice that had provided him such comfort growing up, the voice coming out of the [radio] speaker that sat on his Mom's table. I think that was what was most appealing to him. I don't think he thought about touring; I don't think he thought about live performances. When he was young, he was fascinated by this thing that had taken him away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114782639737290535?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114782639737290535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114782639737290535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782639737290535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782639737290535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-4-newsday.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114782481647038751</id><published>2006-05-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:17:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cinema Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Dan Portnoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;November 26, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joaquin Phoenix, it's not a name you easily disregard. It has flash, pizzazz, it just sounds like the name of someone who should be in show business. And it just so happens that acting is the business, and the talented man attached to the name is not one you'll soon forget. Joaquin made his appearance on screen in the mid 1980's, however many remember him most as Commodus, the sinister emperor with a thing for his sister and a vendetta for Russell Crowe in the 2000 hit, Gladiator. This year Phoenix steps into the shiny black shoes of the Man in Black himself, rock and roll legend Johnny Cash in the new film, Walk the Line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you tell the story of a man like Johnny Cash, there are a number of roads that can be taken. Walk the Line chronicles the life of Cash from his early life in Arkansas to how he got his start in music and above all, the relationship with his wife, June Carter (Reese Witherspoon). Throughout the film, the hardships and triumphs of Cash's career are touched upon and the audience is able to become closer with Johnny Cash the man rather than just Johnny Cash the celebrity. Phoenix's portrayal of the rock and roll icon makes a resounding impression as an emotional testament to the life of one of country music’s most unique and influential stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When first stepping into the role of Johnny Cash, Phoenix had some serious preparation ahead of him. "Honestly, I knew so little about John's life so it was amazing to get into the research." Joaquin dedicated himself entirely to becoming the man, and doing justice to his character. This of course meant many sleepless nights of practice and rehearsal and research. The likeness of Phoenix to Cash in the final product of the film is remarkable. But being the kind of actor he is, Joaquin always thought he could improve or do something that would allow him to embody the character even more. "It's really hard to tell when you get there. I never really have had the experience in acting where I’m like '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes I’m there, I got this nailed.' I feel like every day you're constantly striving to work on it." Well folks if you want my opinion, I think he got it, particularly with his ability to successfully recreate that distinctive Johnny Cash sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What it all boils down to for Joaquin as he researched and sang and acted and sang some more, was that the root of Johnny cash was his music and his lyrics. "That to me was the gateway into discovering John. I feel like I found the speaking voice through the singing voice and really learned about him through his music." As he listened to old albums and old recordings that Johnny made, he was able to see his growth as a singer and as a man. In the film this growth, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is gradual ascension to stardom, is depicted and becomes a very pivotal aspect in telling the story. "It’s interesting to see the development of his music and from the beginning how truthful he was. And while he hadn’t developed the man in black persona [yet], there was still something very unique about his music and about his lyrics…he really spoke from the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart was something that Cash was never short on. In fact, the heart holds a major part in telling the story. And if you’re wondering what I mean by heart, I mean the love shared between John and June. Before the Walk the Line project was put into the works, and before Johnny gave the project his blessing, Joaquin had chance to meet the Cash family. After they had eaten a hearty meal, everyone sat around as Johnny began to strum his guitar with that one of a kind "twang" associated with his style. Johnny then turned to June and asked her to sing with him, On the River Jordan as Joaquin recalls. "I’m cynical about duets, and married people singing songs, cause think of Sonny and Cher. And there was such truth and honesty and beauty and you really got the sense that this is what they’re really like." The spirituality of their relationship, the purity of it was something that Joaquin took away from their time spent together and was later able to use in preparing for the role of Cash. "It was amazing meeting him. What I really took from it, what really helped me with the film was seeing John and June together and this very special dynamic they had… For me what I was most surprised about was their relationship and their enduring love and their romance which I knew so little about, which was unbelievably inspirational and beautiful and true." This love provided the foundation for the film and gave it strength and passion from beginning to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, where to next for Joaquin Phoenix? Only time will tell. As for now, Walk the Line will be playing to audiences throughout the nation, and the music and the story of Johnny Cash will be the topic of conversation for years to come. "Whenever I listen to John’s music, I feel like I’m right there with him." And I have a feeling that from this point on when people think of the life and music of Johnny Cash, they’ll not only see Johnny, they’ll see Joaquin Phoenix as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114782481647038751?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114782481647038751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114782481647038751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782481647038751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782481647038751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-1.html' title='Interview 1'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114782581390358468</id><published>2006-05-16T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:30:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattlepi.com&lt;br /&gt;By Betsy Pickle&lt;br /&gt;November 19, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix isn't sure how far back he goes with Johnny Cash. "I think I have a memory of driving in a car and hearing 'Folsom Prison Blues,' and I'm not exactly sure whether I made that up or not," says Phoenix, who plays Cash in "Walk the Line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film portrays Cash from his childhood through his landmark performance at Folsom Prison in 1968. The film is a tribute both to Cash's trailblazing work and to his great love for second wife June Carter Cash, played by Reese Witherspoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Phoenix didn't begin the project as a devoted Cash fan, he quickly connected with the legend's songs."There's a real honesty and simplicity to John's music that I respond to," he says. He compares Cash's work to that of one of his "all-time favorites," John Lennon."John's music for me is a visceral experience," says Phoenix, 31. "I right away was impressed with him as a lyricist. He manages to convey so much with so little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walk the Line" had been in development for several years before Phoenix came on board, with Cash's approval. Cash was a fan of the actor's Oscar-nominated work in "Gladiator" and through a mutual friend invited Phoenix to dinner in Los Angeles once, nearly four years ago. Cash died in September 2003, four months after his wife passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In playing Cash, Phoenix says, he tried not to be cowed by the larger-than-life image. "Initially I, like ... most people, just (got) caught up in the idea of the legend ... of Johnny Cash," he says by phone from Los Angeles. "Everybody on the set had an idea of what Johnny Cash should be. So you begin sifting. Everyone that you meet that knew him will want to put their 2 cents in, and say, 'John used to always do this ...' That can be difficult because you have to own it at some point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix didn't just act the part of Cash, he learned to play guitar, sing and write songs because director James Mangold thought it was crucial for all the actors to be believable as musicians and for their performances to be heard in the film. Phoenix and Witherspoon trained with music producer T-Bone Burnett to learn to use their voices and their instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music helped him to bond with Witherspoon, he says, but they still did most of their acting preparation on their own. "We went through the exact same process together in terms of working with T-Bone in the studio," he says. Approaching the music was a starting point."I'm not really sure what her (acting) process is -- I don't think she knows mine -- because usually it's such a personal thing. Most of my work is done alone. That's where I do all of my rehearsals. "While you get together and you rehearse with another actor and the director, you're just stumbling through stuff, talking about ideas, theorizing. But the actual practice of things I do alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to follow older brother River (who died in 1993) into acting, Phoenix made his film debut at 12 in "SpaceCamp" in 1986. The more adult phase of his career began with "To Die For" in 1995. He has worked steadily for the past decade in a mix of independent and studio films such as "Inventing the Abbotts," "Clay Pigeons," "The Yards," "Gladiator," "Quills," "Buffalo Soldiers," "Signs," "The Village" and "Ladder 49." Phoenix doesn't like to watch his own movies, and he doesn't spend much time watching anyone else's, either."I like the medium a lot," he says. "But I don't like going with groups of people to watch a movie. I don't like the collective energy of viewing a film. I think it's probably the appeal for most people, but I don't like my emotions to be swayed by a crowd."I have a DVD player, but I don't watch that many contemporary movies. I think I keep watching the movies that I've always watched. I'm a big Woody Allen fan. I watch Woody Allen movies all the time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114782581390358468?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114782581390358468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114782581390358468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782581390358468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782581390358468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-3-seattlepi.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114782532220974819</id><published>2006-05-16T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:25:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;br /&gt;by Chris Willman&lt;br /&gt;November 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the story of Johnny and June Carter Cash -- In ''Walk the Line,'' Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon revive the harmony of the songbird legends On a sweltering summer day in Mississippi, the cast and crew of Walk the Line are on location inside one of the Tunica area's large-scale barge casinos, tricked out to resemble the Mint in Las Vegas in the 1960s. It's a performance scene in which Joaquin Phoenix is playing Johnny Cash the way America loves and remembers him best: as a pill-popping, flop-sweating, emaciated, unhinged rock &amp; roll wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it's only a small cadre of rockabilly cultists who prefer to think of him as the hopped-up maniac who'd knock down doors and kick out Opry footlights. More fans will hold to comforting memories of Cash as a genial father figure, stoic balladeer, champion of the American Indian, defender of the flag, even frequent Billy Graham Crusade guest. But most of that came after the hell-raising years, and it wasn't from nothing that June Carter saved him.''He'll be out any second, folks!'' Reese Witherspoon, as Carter, chirps at an audience of extras. The band marks time: boom-chicka-boom. Eventually, Phoenix runs limping onto the stage, launching into ''I Got Stripes'' like a man with a train full of amphetamines to catch. Witherspoon looks alarmed, and she isn't necessarily pretending: In take after take, Phoenix has insisted on bumping his leg on an amplifier as he trots on stage, to appear all the more believably stoned. He's injured his leg badly enough that earlier I glimpsed him backstage pressing an ice pack to his knee. On top of that, each take has him falling unconscious midverse, and Phoenix isn't the kind of actor to pass out gingerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I got chains, chains around my feet...'' he sings, ''and them chains, them chains, they're about to drag me down....'' And he is down — oof! — this time falling onto the acoustic guitar strapped Cash-style to his back. Curtains close and a voice comes over the PA saying that it is now a ''closed set.'' Meaning that if Phoenix is going to impale himself on a guitar or develop a fatal clot in his leg today, someone figures it'd be better to not have any note-taking witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might figure that someone is Phoenix. Word is that he only wants to be called ''J.R.'' (Cash's actual given legal name) on set, so maybe it follows that he doesn't want anyone in nonperiod clothes in his sight lines while he bangs his body to kingdom come. But on the drive back up to Memphis, the cell phone rings. ''Joaquin just wants you to know that he enjoyed having you on the set,'' a publicist relays, ''and didn't have any problem with you being there.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something positively Cashlike in Phoenix's commitment to living — or at least performing — on the edge. (The actor recently completed a stint in rehab for alcohol abuse.) But like Cash, he's also mortified that this intensity might put anyone out or make him seem like a diva. ''Ah, geez,'' he moans, 15 months later, when the issues of getting into character come up. As for being called ''J.R.,'' ''I'm embarrassed about it now. But when I heard 'Joaquin,' it just didn't feel right. It's not a brilliant method. It's simply that I don't know what I'm doing, and I use all the help I can get. It's an act of desperation.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix winces at the memory of a photo shoot he did in Memphis, in character, with a photographer who'd often shot the real J.R. back in the day. ''And he was shooting me outside Sun Studio, and these people drove by and yelled out, 'Hey, Mr. Cash!' And this photographer was like: Oh, Jesus, this f---ing idiot, this acting punk, being called Mr. Cash... He wanted to kill me.'' A pause. ''I understood.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: in the 20th Century, there was arguably no other performing duo so publicly in love — for so long — as Johnny and June, who wed in 1968 after a decade of yearning and forestalling, and were inseparable until their deaths just four months apart 35 years later. You'd assume Walk the Line would have been a movie studio's dream — particularly with a director, Girl, Interrupted's James Mangold, who'd overseen Oscar-caliber performances; a tight $28 million budget; and the commitment of Phoenix and Witherspoon, who'd signed on for a fraction of their usual fees. Yet ''the studios viewed it as nostalgia,'' says producer Cathy Konrad, recalling the reaction when she and Mangold first made the rounds. ''A lot of people in Hollywood view John as 'country,' and then ask, 'Does country sell?''' In other words, great idea for a Cracker Barrel DVD exclusive, but we'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangold tried to play down the country and instead ''pitch the movie to studios as 'the birth of rock &amp; roll.' Then you realize they don't know what the f--- that means,'' he says, ''because to them, [early] rock &amp;amp; roll is Aerosmith.'' Mangold also tried to explain what he saw as parallels to East of Eden, which ''helped us visualize how young the movie would be: not [latter-day] John Cash, the strapping, barrel-chested priest in black, but a young guy with James Dean's energy.'' Which went over as well as that ''birth of rock'' angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Walk the Line made had been an obsession for Mangold and Konrad — who are husband and wife — ever since they first worked together on Cop Land, when the director got geeky and lent his bride-to-be Cash's voluminous Bear Family boxed sets. They envisioned something that was less about musical ambition and more a love story, full of father-son shame and romantic redemption. But producer James Keach owned the movie rights to Cash's life story — having befriended the family after the singer appeared on Dr. Quinn with Keach's wife, Jane Seymour — and had spent years trying to get his own film made. In 1999, the two parties effected a merger, and Sony bought into their idea — only to opt out, Konrad speculates, after Michael Mann's high-profile 2001 biopic, Ali, failed to live up to hyped expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox finally took it on in 2003, though it remained a low-budget picture that Konrad calls ''the little engine that could.'' Elizabeth Gabler, the head of Fox 2000, doesn't gloat too much at having seen what the other majors missed. ''I can only assume they thought a country music icon might give the picture a domestic profile, as opposed to an international one. They may not have realized that people love Johnny Cash all over the world.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delays gave the filmmakers a few extra years to befriend Cash and Carter and prod them for previously unchronicled personal details they could use in the script, down to the first time they slept together. Son (and exec producer) John Carter Cash admits there's stuff in the screenplay he hadn't heard. ''My parents never told me that my mother threw beer bottles at my father and his friends one morning,'' he says, surmising, ''If my mother threw beer bottles, she had a pretty good reason.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fluke of timing that suddenly musical biopics are back in: Last year, of course, everybody loved Ray. Walk the Line bears many structural similarities (both subjects suffer lasting guilt over a brother's childhood death; both movies climax with detox scenes in the late '60s). But while brother Ray loved his women, Johnny was deeply in love with a woman, and some think that romantic arc is why Cash's story might have even broader cinematic appeal. Also, where the capable Jamie Foxx lip-synched to Charles' classic tracks, the actors in Walk the Line did their own singing, blending prerecordings and live-on-set vocals. ''Otherwise,'' says Mangold, ''we'd be making this kind of effects movie, where any time a musical thing is about to happen, 19 buttons and wheels and pulleys have to be pulled. That seemed antithetical to everything John and June were.'' Mangold and Konrad enlisted music producer T Bone Burnett (a Grammy winner for O Brother, Where Art Thou?) to lead Phoenix and Witherspoon through three and a half months of daily lessons, rehearsals, and recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I took this project on defensively,'' Burnett explains, ''because Johnny Cash is such a pure, Walt Whitmanesque American figure that to have a cleaned-up or slick movie representation of him out there for all time was a horrible thought.'' (Burnett has worked on some messy movies himself, like the Jerry Lee Lewis story Great Balls of Fire!, ''a horrible experience'' from which he had his name removed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangold and Konrad had long imagined Phoenix (for his James Dean appeal) and Witherspoon (the Southern connection) in these roles. But there was a certain degree of bluffing going on with the studios, since they'd never screen-tested or, more important, soundbooth-tested their leads. ''Jim and I played a good game, because we didn't know if Reese and Joaquin could sing,'' says Konrad. ''The studio asked us, and we said, 'Yeah, they're great!' Because they had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Hello, I'm not Johnny Cash. Phoenix walks into the Chateau Marmont absent the ramrod posture he carried back on the set. The baritone is history too. His speech has always been a bit nasal — it wouldn't have been nearly as amusing if his Gladiator villain had used a deeper, more confident voice to express his ''vexed''-ness — but today his chops are really up in his head and not down in his chest. ''Sorry, I shouldn't shake,'' he explains, keeping his hands to himself. ''I've got a cold.'' Needless to say, there's no trusty Martin strapped across his back. Fifteen months ago, Phoenix said, ''I almost feel more comfortable now with a guitar than not.'' Today? ''It's like everything that I do,'' he says. ''When I did Gladiator, I thought that I would carry a sword with me everywhere. When I did Ladder 49, I didn't want to let go of my turnout gear, and I didn't believe that I could go through life without smelling smoke. With this, I played the guitar all the time, and then left it. I picked it up a couple weeks ago and realized I'd forgotten how to make an A-minor.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with Witherspoon's autoharp? ''Oh yes, honey, it's been collectin' dust for about 18 months,'' she says. Nor does she desire to keep crooning, even though ''people have started calling, apparently, from Nashville, about do I want to do [a record]? But I'd be embarrassed to do that to people.'' (Hey, if Sissy Spacek could cut a well-regarded country album a few years after getting her Coal Miner's Daughter Oscar, maybe Witherspoon shouldn't rule it out.) Witherspoon at least had a slight musical leg up on her costar: While Phoenix knew little about Cash prior to getting the script, she'd played Mother Maybelle Carter in her fourth-grade play and, as an ex-Nashvillian, knew her country music. Then again, she had some trauma to overcome. ''My only other singing experience was in summer camp. They told me how awful I was, and that I should never try to sing but just be an actor. I'd really taken that to heart,'' she says. ''Jim said, 'Just try, and we'll see where it goes from there.' And I'm such a sucker for 'just give it a try,' because I'm a mom. I make my kids try everything.'' Still, she says, ''we did this for four months, trying to look natural doing what they did for 40 years. We'd just go backstage after a [concert] scene and shake.'' Witherspoon describes her offscreen dialogue with Phoenix going like this: '''I'm nervous.' 'I'm more nervous.' 'No, I'm more nervous.' 'Shut up, I'm nervous.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing to the point that the musicianship felt second nature was key, because nearly all the stage scenes are also pivotal dramatic sequences, ripe with telling looks. Says Mangold, ''I wanted viewers to feel what it was like to be on stage, as opposed to out in the audience. For the 10 years that these two really couldn't be together'' — because one or both were married to others at the time, and then because of his addictions — ''the only place they were together was in front of thousands of people. Being a stage duo gave them permission to have their greatest intimacy there. People imagined they were a real couple for a long time before they were.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the Line toes the line between being a singular biopic and a true two-character piece. The filmmakers admit that zeroing in on the romance provided narrative focus for Cash when, otherwise, they would have had too sprawling a personality to contend with — a persona that seemed to have managed to be all things to all people, beloved by conservatives and liberals, secularists and saints, hicks and slickers. Says Burnett, ''Johnny Cash really became his own version of America, full of all the things America's full of: destructive...violent...drug-addicted...kind...generous...stupid...brilliant.'' He laughs. ''If you use that, maybe leave off stupid.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famously candid Cash, who inducted himself into the ''Fool's Hall of Fame'' in an early song, probably wouldn't object. And these risk-taking actors can relate to his audacity. ''When you don't have control of your voice,'' says Witherspoon, ''anything can come out. You can really make a fool of yourself.'' Or, as she and Phoenix prove, you may just manage to walk the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114782532220974819?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114782532220974819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114782532220974819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782532220974819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114782532220974819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-2-entertainment-weekly-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114757635532150617</id><published>2006-05-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:14:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUMOURED PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reese's name has been attached to tens of different projects in the past few years, both as an actress and producer. She is next to take on Penelope but what is to come after is yet unknown. Below is information on projects that has been mentioned in the press recently and are assumed to be more or less active. If you have further information about the status of these projects, please feel free to contact us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Our Family Troubles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Universal Pictures has acquired Don Winston's script Our Family Troubles and will develop the drama as a starring vehicle for Reese Witherspoon and her Type A Films. Witherspoon and her Type A Films partner Jennifer Simpson will produce. The drama, which will get a new title, casts Witherspoon as a first-time mother so plagued by unexplained phenomena that she doubts her own sanity. When she returns to her Tennessee home, she fixates on the legend of the Bell Witch and becomes convinced the evil spirit is intent on harming her son. U senior veep Holly Bario will oversee the film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Source Variety, December 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Reckoning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2003, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Originally announced in 2003 and brought back to headlines in 2005. Witherspoon is developing the dramatic thriller The Reckoning through her Type A Films as a possible starring vehicle. The story centers on a photojournalist who arrives in Cambodia to cover the U.S. military search for the remains of an American pilot shot down during the Vietnam War. The book, written by Jeff Long, was published in 2004. Ted Tally wrote the screenplay, which is currently out to directors. There is a movie I am working on for Paramount called The Reckoning about a New York Times photojournalist that goes to Cambodia to look for MIA soldiers from the Vietnam War. We are trying to get it going now. I have no idea about the logistics yet, Reese said in November 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Source Hollywood Reporter, November 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sports Widow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2002, 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Originally announced in 2002 and brought back to headlines in 2004. Witherspoon to produce and play the lead. A woman has lost her husband to televised sports events. Reese plays one such wife who decides to take back her life and ends up one-upping her football-obsessed husband by becoming an expert on the sport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Source Hollywood Reporter, April 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Around the World in 80 Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Universal Pictures has optioned the film rights to Jennifer Cox's memoir and Jeff Rake has signed on to write the adaptation says. The book is part travel guide and part relationship primer, combining dating realities with romantic settings. A bestseller in England, it tells the story of a British travel writer's attempt to find her soulmate. She sent her profile and her specs for a soulmate to contacts around the world and traveled the globe, going on dates with the top 80 candidates in 16 countries. Reese Witherspoon's Type A production company is producing and she will have first crack to star in the film if the script is to her liking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Source Hollywood Reporter, May 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One for the Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon's Type A Films shingle is developing Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum mystery novel One for the Money as a possible starring vehicle for Witherspoon at Columbia. Wendy Finerman, who's been developing the project for years, will produce along with Type A. Story concerns a down-on-her-luck native of Trenton, N.J., who convinces her bail bondsman cousin to give her a shot as a bounty hunter. Her first assignment is to track down a former cop on the run for murder -- the same man who broke her heart years before. Col is seeking a writer to adapt the novel. Amy Baer is overseeing for the studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Source Variety, November 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Dog Walker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2004 Universal Pictures has acquired The Dog Walker, the new novel by former Dell editor-in-chief Leslie Schnur. The film will be adapted by How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' scribes Kristen Buckley and Brian Regan and produced by Lorenzo di Bonaventura and Type A Films partners Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Simpson. Since the project is a romantic comedy revolving around a young woman, Witherspoon will get first crack at the title role of a gal who's laid off from her publishing job and fills in for a pal who walks dogs for the Gotham elite. Gig allows her to snoop through their apartments, observe their lives and figure out what she wants to do with hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Source Variety, July 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Proposal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pairing up for the first time, Reese Witherspoon has partnered with Revolution Studios to co-produce romantic comedy The Proposal, in which she will star. Project follows a couple as they plan their wedding. Witherspoon will produce the project through her Type A Films production shingle. Company developed the laffer with Nicole Eastman, who will pen the script. Revolution partner Todd Garner will oversee the project as executive producer with Denise Decker. "Reese and I have been looking to find something to work on together for a long time, and we are excited that we finally have that opportunity," Garner said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Source Variety, April 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bunny Lake Is Missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Annie Lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2003 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Witherspoon's Type A Films is developing a remake of the 1965 Otto Preminger film which was based on a novel by Evelyn Piper. Reese would play Annie Lake, an American woman who has just moved to England with her four-year-old daughter Bunny. Dropping her daughter off at a new school, Annie leaves Bunny alone to wait for her teacher. When she returns Bunny is missing and nobody seems to remember her. She calls the police to report her missing, but when she looks for a photograph she's shocked to find that all of Bunny's things have suddenly vanished from their apartment. There's no trace of Bunny Lake and the police begin to wonder if she ever really existed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Source IGN, October 2003 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whiteout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon as Carrie Stetko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANNOUNCED in 2002 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Witherspoon will star in the pic, which Wolfgang Petersen and producer Gail Katz are developing through Petersen's shingle, Radiant Prods. Reese's Type A Films will also produce the pic, though some of the individual producing credits are still being negotiated. Whiteout is the story of a female U.S. marshal living in self-imposed exile in Antarctica. Her quiet life of relative solitude is dramatically changed when she is called upon to investigate the first murder on that continent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Source Variety, November 2002 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Links IMDb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Other mentions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Manhattan Baby (2004) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Daughter of the Queen of Sheba (2003) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mother To Mother (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Reese considered for Dallas (2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I Dream of Jeannie (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114757635532150617?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114757635532150617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114757635532150617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114757635532150617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114757635532150617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/projects.html' title='projects'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114757564532869210</id><published>2006-05-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:01:38.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oscar winning actress Reese Witherspoon and her husband Ryan Phillipe were recently spotted arguing furiously after a dinner date at The Ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;According to PerezeHilton.com, the couple got into a fight during their meal and Phillipe ended up storming out of the restaurant.A witness said: "Ryan and Reese got into a huge fight,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"We were all shocked,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Ryan and Reese were screaming at each other as they left. There were paparazzi there, and yet they were still screaming at each other!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"I couldn't hear exactly what they were arguing about, but Ryan stormed out of The Ivy at around 9:30 PM and Reese went running after him. She kept calling his name and he kept walking. He turned around once and said "STOP!" It was so sad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"They must have had a car waiting,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"They went storming down the block, turned the corner and then I lost sight of them. Reese was wearing her sunglasses (at night) and I it was hard to tell from far way, but it seemed like tears were streaming down her face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh dear, sounds like the trouble in paradise has finally come to a head…I mean arguing in front of the press, sounds crazy, is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114757564532869210?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114757564532869210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114757564532869210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114757564532869210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114757564532869210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/05/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in Paradise'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114618737258023961</id><published>2006-04-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:57:49.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;[on having a baby]: "Obviously, this isn't the time in my life that I would have chosen to do this, but I feel like life gives you these challenges for a reason. I feel so happy and glad to be in the place that I am. I really feel blessed. This is something I need to face and take control of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[talking about how she choose the films she will be in]: "I have a weird process, but the main thing is like this: I hear her voice in my head. There are a lot of wonderful scripts my agents can't believe I pass on, but I do because I can't hear the voice. It doesn't appeal to me then. I'm really careful. Unless I hear the voice, I can't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[talking about Ryan Phillippe]: "I'm lucky to find a person to share my life, and the best friend I'll ever have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[Talking about motherhood and her baby]: "I feel good, I'm proud of Election (1999) and very proud of this [her child]. It couldn't be a better time. It's always the right time when it happens. You make it the right time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[talking about Pleasantville (1998)]: "We were thrilled for just the three nominations we got, but obviously it's a little sad. I went through so many press junkets with people saying they loved it. And Joan Allen was robbed but she can't get nominated every year. She's an inspiration for every young actress. She has that calm and reserve about herself and makes you think she appreciates the normal things of everyday. Then she transforms into this character that's so different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[talking about the movie business]: "The battles that we face in this business aren't financial, but they are moral. And I certainly think that the longer you can keep your values, and your morality intact, and keep your head on your shoulders about what is important at the end of the day, you can get the most out of this business and really emerge with something wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I grew up in Tennessee. We didn't know what Louis Vuitton was. I had to order all my prom outfits out of catalogs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"People want to try and move you into a place where you can be easily identifiable by every woman in America - to be this very likeable woman in a romatic comedy. And it's really hard for me. I just don't see myself as the girl that everybody likes. I never have been and I don't know how to be that person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"As far as being in the spotlight and under public scrutiny, a lot of that's about how much you put yourself out there. It's not like we go to every premiere and every celebrity function and every charity auction. We really just try to maintain our privacy and never let our public persona get out of hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I'm not perfect! I'm human. I make mistakes. But I try to be as conscious as I can about things I should be. If I'm going to do something commercial and mainstream and made for the masses, I just believe you can make those kinds of films with quality - and good ideas and good intentions. There's a lot of negativity out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"While making Legally Blonde 2: Red, White &amp;amp; Blonde (2003), I had like 50 outfit changes. It was great! I'm real into the whole "girlie" thing, it was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Attending an all-girls school has its advantages, there are no inhibitions. You can walk to school with your zit cream on and your hair in rollers and nobody cares."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"It's nice to come home to what's real." - E! "Revealed with Jules Asner" (2001).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[On husband Ryan Phillippe] "I don't think I can imagine a better guy than the one I've ended up with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"There's something timeless and important about making people laugh, about being the right spot in their day." - as quoted in the Dec 7, 2004 issue of Woman's World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I was thinking about why I make movies, and I know why. Life is hard. It's nice to go escape and have a good time at the movies. If I can give people a movie about hope, love and the future, then I've done my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I do think things were meant to happen. I'm just this little girl from Tennessee, and here I am today. I think a lot of things are just out of your hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114618737258023961?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114618737258023961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114618737258023961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114618737258023961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114618737258023961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-reese.html' title='Quotes from Reese'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114618706686839629</id><published>2006-04-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:16:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Majored in English Literature at Stanford University; on leave from her studies as of 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Shortly after she started acting she had an audition for a role in Cape Fear (1991). She was supposed to meet with Robert De Niro and Martin Scorsese for the auditon, but at the time didn't really know who they were. On the plane she was talking to the man next to her about her audition, and the man started to rave to her about De Niro and Scorsese. This made her so nervous that she completely blew the audition and the role eventually went to Juliette Lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;daughter Ava Elizabeth Phillippe born [9 September 1999]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Refused the lead roles in two horror movies, Scream (1996) and Urban Legend (1998).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Was considered for the role of Juliet in Romeo + Juliet (1996).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;One of her ancestors, John Witherspoon, signed the Declaration of Independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Her mother, Betty, has a Ph.D. in pediatric nursing and her dad, John, is a surgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Named one of People Magazine's '25 Most Intriguing People of 2001'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Named one of E!'s "top 20 entertainers of 2001".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Was named one of the 50 Most Beautiful People by People Magazine in 2002.Went to Harpeth Hall School, a private school for girls in Nashville, Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;She runs a production company called "Type A Films" with Debra Siegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Appears in Entertainment Weekly's Most Powerful List sitting at #22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;At the young age of 11 she won the "Ten State Talent Award"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;She was a cheerleader in high school and a debutante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Reese is her mother's maiden name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Has moved her current Production Company "Type A Films" to Universal Pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Has signed a 2 year first-look production pact with Universal. They have already picked up a romantic comedy pitch Sports Widow (2006) for Reese to star in and produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;She appeared in a television commercial when she was 7 for a local Nashville Florist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Has been named one of Rolling Stones' "People of the Year" along with Eminem and Kelly Osbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;She lived in Wiesbaden, Germany as a young child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Her GAP ad appeared on a 6-storey high building on Sunset Blvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Named one of E! 2002 Entertainers of the year.Her daughter, Ava, is named after Ryan's grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Steve Dontanville from the William Morris Agency - is still her agent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;They got together after The Man in the Moon (1991).She can trace her family all the way back to Scotland, UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Her wedding ring is an early 1990s Neil Lane, Asscher-cut-diamond, and there are only a few like it in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Has an older brother, John D. WitherspoonRanked #1 on E!'s Hollywood's Hottest Blondes (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Son Deacon Phillippe was born [October 23rd, 2003]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;As extra credit for a high school class, she worked as an office production assistant for the film Devil in a Blue Dress (1995). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Director Carl Franklin paid homage to her by featuring Legally Blonde (2001) in the film Out of Time (2003/I).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;She collects antique linens and is crazy about old embroidery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Ryan proposed to her in December of 1998 while the couple was vacationing at The Planter's Inn in Charleston, South Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Used to model in the Sunday paper, modelling kids track suits and such. She said it was creative for her when she was a kid. She was paid $50 a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Started childrens acting classes at a community college at the age of 7. By the age of 9 she was taking adult acting classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Her son is named after former Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Deacon Phillippe, a distant relative of her husband Ryan Phillippe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Gymnast for 7 yearsNamed 'Favorite Female Film Star' by People Magazine (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Is a member of Gamma Phi Beta Sorority.[Asked about the ways she is discriminated against] "I get discriminated against in three ways: I get discriminated against because I'm blond, I get discriminated against because I'm an actress and I get discriminated against because I'm from the South."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Neither she nor her husband, actor Ryan Phillippe, use their real first names - Reese's first name is Laura, Ryan's first name is Matthew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;Was the first person to host "Saturday Night Live" (1975) after the September 11th terror attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114618706686839629?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114618706686839629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114618706686839629' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With the roses so red and the lilies so fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All portions of love had all blown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And to cherish me over all others above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's left me no warning no words of farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh I long to see him and regret the dark hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I was just a baby my mama told me, son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;But those people keep a movin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And that's what tortures me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well if they'd free me from this prison,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;If that railroad train was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I bet I'd move it all a little further down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615538690080625?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114615538690080625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114615538690080625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615538690080625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615538690080625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/folsom-prison-blues.html' title='Folsom Prison Blues'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615524632113054</id><published>2006-04-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:27:26.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home of the Blues Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey, just around the corner there's a heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;On down the road that all losers use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you can wade in through the teardrops, my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll meet you at the home of the blues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I walk and I cry as my heartbeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Keeps time with the drag of my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The sun never shines through this window of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's dark here at the home of the blues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But this place is filled with the sweetest memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, memories so sweet that I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I just want to lay right down and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So if you just lost your sweetheart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And you ain't got no good way to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey come follow me, misery loves company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll meet you at the home of the blues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh, this place it's filled with the sweetest memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh, memories so sweet that I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey, dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I just want to lay right down and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So if you just lost your sweetheart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And you ain't got no good way to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey, come follow me, misery loves company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll meet you at the home of the blues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, I'll see you at the home of the blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh, you're welcome at the home of the blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615524632113054?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114615524632113054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114615524632113054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615524632113054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615524632113054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-of-blues-lyrics.html' title='Home of the Blues Lyrics'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615510695214262</id><published>2006-04-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:25:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocaine Blues Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I went right home and I went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Took a shot of cocaine and away I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Made a good run but I ran too slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Late in the hot joints takin' the pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shot her down because she made me sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought I was her daddy but she had five more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I was arrested I was dressed in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They put me on a train and they took me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had no friend for to go my bail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Early next mornin' bout a half past nineI spied the sheriff coming down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He said come on you dirty hack into that district court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Into the courtroom my trial began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Where I was handled by twelve honest men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just before the jury started out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I saw the little judge commence to look about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;In about five minutes in walked the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holding the verdict in his right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The verdict read murder in the first degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;99 years in the Folsom pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;99 years underneath that ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Come on you've gotta listen unto me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615510695214262?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114615510695214262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114615510695214262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615510695214262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615510695214262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/cocaine-blues-lyrics.html' title='Cocaine Blues Lyrics'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615481628219537</id><published>2006-04-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:55:27.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewis Boogie Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano&lt;br /&gt;Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you do it, and make you do it, until you break it&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day&lt;br /&gt;Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot&lt;br /&gt;My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day&lt;br /&gt;Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town&lt;br /&gt;That's where that Presley boy said you ain't nothing but a hound&lt;br /&gt;But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove&lt;br /&gt;Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boogie woogie&lt;br /&gt;When your hips start rockin'&lt;br /&gt;And your knees start knockin'Lewis boogie, Lewis way&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615481628219537?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615464379685281</id><published>2006-04-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:17:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juke Box Blues Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I walked into a honkey tonkey just the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I droped a nickle in the juke box just to hear it play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didnt have no tune in mind, I didnt wait to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just droped a nickle in the slot and I played the juke box blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Theres a guy in there with an old tin horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And a feller on an old banjo, and the man of the fiddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He wasn't no slouch he could really drag that bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, the man on the fiddle he must have got tired I didnt hear him say, 'cause he cut loose on the steel guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the juke box ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I've herd something going strongIt must have been a drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It gave that song a solid beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy it was goin' some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I walked into a honkey tonkey just the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I droped a nickle in the juke box just to hear it play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didnt have no tune in mind, I didnt wait to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just droped a nickle in the slot and I played the juke box blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've played alot of juke boxes, most everyone in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's the first tune I've ever heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That can make one night surround&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Play the juke box blues, such a rythum I've never heard I danced out both of my shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615464379685281?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114615464379685281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114615464379685281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615464379685281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615464379685281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/juke-box-blues-lyrics.html' title='Juke Box Blues Lyrics'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615446721055834</id><published>2006-04-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:14:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Me Babe Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go away from my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leave at your own chosen speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not the one you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who's never weak but always strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To protect you and defend you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whether you are right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someone to open each and every door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go lightly from the ledge, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go lightly on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll only let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who'll promise never to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someone to close his eyes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someone to close his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someone to die for you and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To pick you up each time you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To gather flowers constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And to come each time you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And will love you for your lifeAnd nothin' more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615446721055834?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114615412269698389</id><published>2006-04-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:11:16.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,&lt;br /&gt;We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;Look out Jackson town.&lt;br /&gt;Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.&lt;br /&gt;Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You’re goin to Jackson; go comb your hair!&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;See if I care.&lt;br /&gt;When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)&lt;br /&gt;All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm goin' to Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.&lt;br /&gt;They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,With your tail tucked between your legs,&lt;br /&gt;You’re goin to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,&lt;br /&gt;Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,&lt;br /&gt;We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114615412269698389?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114615412269698389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114615412269698389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615412269698389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114615412269698389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/jackson-lyrics.html' title='Jackson Lyrics'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114599760187112383</id><published>2006-04-25T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:56:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how y'all doin? i'm bored. You wanna see a paper I had to write for my creative writing course? Ok. I got an A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interview with Anna Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna Fitzgerald is thirteen and a constant medical donor for her sisters Kate. I'm the only reporter to be allowed to come and interview Anna Fitzgerald right after her trial. I feel pretty honored to be here but even more honored when I see Anna walking towards me, hand out, looking flushed. I asked if we could sit in the planning room so she doesn't get bombarded even more with photographers and reporters. She quickly agrees. I sit down in one of the hard, wooden chairs and she asks if I want anything to drink.. I refuse, thank you. She finally sits down and makes herself "comfortable". It's hard for me to understand how you could ever get comfortable when looking at your watch every minute. I ask if she's ok and she responds, "My sisters going into dialyses today so..." and shrugs. I decide to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire Putchinski: "Hello, how are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;Anna Fitzgerald: "Pretty stressed"&lt;br /&gt;CP: "I understand, so lets try to make this as quick as possible so I can get out of here, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Sounds good. Sorry, it's just that I really need to go see my sister."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Ok, let's get started then. Why did you wait so long in trying to stand up for yourself and just go to court sooner?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "I waited so long because (pause) I didn't think that people would really listen to a 10 or 11 year old. So I waited until a respectable age to talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Was it hard to talk about with a lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: " Yes, I'll admit to that. It was hard to talk to talk about my sisters situation and mine and I also didn't know what my final decision was."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Why did you decide to sue in the first place if you didn't know how you felt about it?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "I had had enough. I was sick of (pause, clears throat) uh, I was sick of being a donor for Kate for so long. I was just done with it."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "What were you suing for? Was it one thing in particular or was it everything?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "They wanted my kidney. The doctors did. I felt so bad but I had to say no. What ifmy other kidney failed? Then I would die also.&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Did you know the serious consequences?&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Kind of. I thought I did bit it still didn't reach my mind that someone would be killing my sister and that someone would be me."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "What did your lawyer, Campbell Alexander, have to say?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "He just asked me questions about why and how I made my decision and why I’m doing this and I said that I was sick of just giving my body away when the doctors "needed" it. I wanted control of MY body".&lt;br /&gt;CP: "What did your sister, Kate, have to say?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "She said that whatever I needed to do, do it. She was tired of being sick and she wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Did you ever regret your decision?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "A part of me did. I hated myself for going to court and making a big deal out of it but I also know that I was finally ready to be heard and this was my time. I think that it was during this time that I had to do something otherwise I never would."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Do you ever blame yourself for what happened in court?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Really."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Yeah, I can’t help it. I feel it was my fault for the whole thing and trying to stand up for myself and my rights just wasn’t enough. I needed a better reason to be doing all of this."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Where’s your sister now?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "The hospital. Probably going under transfusions and all that fun stuff. Room 813, I bet. That’s where they always put her."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "I heard that your sister was pretty much always in the hospital growing up. Even for a nosebleed. Were you there, also?"&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Yup..... yup. I had to be. They {the doctors} needed me for every little thing. I wasn’t Kate’s sister anymore. I was "The Donor".&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Wow. That must’ve been tough to live with."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Yeah, especially when you’re that young. I mean I was only three or four at the time."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Wow. I can’t even imagine."&lt;br /&gt;AF: " yeah, I get that–&lt;br /&gt;Anna Fitzgerald’s mom, Sara Fitzgerald, pops her head into the room.&lt;br /&gt;SF: "I’m so sorry to disturb you but, Anna, we need to go see your sister. The hospital just paged. We really need to go."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Oh, okay. I mean, is that okay with you?"&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Oh, absolutely. I’m fine with it. Go see your sister."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Thank you for understanding."&lt;br /&gt;CP: "No problem."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Thank you. Can talk some other time maybe?"&lt;br /&gt;CP: "Oh, absolutely. I’ll give you my card. There you go. Now go, your sister needs you."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "Thank you. Talk to you soon."&lt;br /&gt;And I watched as Anna and her mom walked off, into the warm afternoon sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114599760187112383?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114599760187112383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114599760187112383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114599760187112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114599760187112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhhh.html' title='ahhhh.....'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114599741917728086</id><published>2006-04-25T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:56:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquin's Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Personal quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "When I go out with the ladies, I don't force them to pronounce my name. I tell them I like to go by the nickname of Kitten." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I had a Catholic girlfriend but she wouldn't, uh, share loving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» 'After River's death, I felt like I was in an altered state. It took me over a year to get my life back.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» I don't have the slightest desire to speak about my dead brother. It gets on my nerves to always be compared with him. My brother was a magnificent person and an outstanding actor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» River and I would talk about being old, being in our 50s together, how it'd probably take us that long to get to work together. There was something gorgeous about us being old together. River will be missed -period. I mean now, more than ever I wish I could talk to him. - on living without older brother River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "My significant other right now is myself, which is what happens when you suffer from multiple personality disorder and self-obsession." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» (On relationship with Liv Tyler) "What can I say ? We hit it off immediately. She's a darling. I've said it over and over again. She's just very real, right there, never like a movie star. She's so genuine, and she doesn't take herself too seriously. It shows in the work she does that her honesty stands out most." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» (On relationship with Liv Tyler) "I'm a great believer in people coming into your life, and you into theirs, for a reason. And i know that when Liv and I met, it was for a reason - I really needed her and she really needed me. And at a certain point, I think we stopped evolving with each other, stopped progressing, and made a very mature decision to move on, even though there was still a great love there. There's no one gossipy thing that I can share. I`m thankful that we had the time we had." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» (on relationship with Liv Tyler) "I was in awe. Every once in a while you find an actor that, with one word, can sum up eight different emotions. She absolutely nailed that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I'm not the indie kid, and I'm also not the John Grisham novel hero, but I am all of those things. I do whatever excites me at the time. I'll be in some huge $80 million buddy cop movie, I don't care, and I'll also do some wild independent movie. I refuse to have an agenda." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I don't know why I always get to play these guys who have few redeeming features. But don't knock it. Villains are much more fun." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "As I'm reading a script, I start to see the character. I always seem to do something to my hair. A lot of stuff I do for a part, people don't even notice, but I notice, and it makes the character whole for me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "The reason I keep making movies is I hate the last thing I did. I'm trying to rectify my wrongs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I go into movies thinking, we're performing, but with interviews, we're pretending to be completely real. I just can't get my head around it. And the things we say in this hour could permanently shape our personas. I mean, tell me that's not a little odd! And because I think that's odd, people think I'm odd. And that's strange. Know what I'm saying?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I enjoy humour more than anything, I don't really sit around banging my head and crying all the time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I changed my name because no one in the States could pronounce 'Joaquin' and I used to get really embarrassed about it as a kid. All the other kids in my family had gorgeous names and I got 'Joaquin', you know what I mean? So I said 'This is not good. Even I can't say it'." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "It's been a year since last time I tried to give up smoking. I went to a hypnotist; we sat down and started talking. A couple of hours later, I woke up; the hypnotist wasn't in the room, but his wife was. I was like 'Oh my goodness, I fell asleep and didn't get to talk to the doctor.' And she said 'Don't worry, you talked...' I freaked out, left their place, immediately bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked, terrified of what I'd said." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "That kind of fame; I couldn't have it in my life. I love that we can sit on the lawn in Central Park and I'm just one of the millions. I don't want to lose that. I'm trying to figure out the perfect strategy. And it's tough. I just want to be right in the middle." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from my older brother and sister and taught it to my younger sisters." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "I never think that I'm good at anything I do. I can always do it better, I know my weakness. I've never been perfect." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;» "The less someone knows about me, the better, because my intention is to play a variety of characters." - on maintaining a lower profile then some of his other Hollywood peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114599741917728086?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114599741917728086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114599741917728086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114599741917728086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114599741917728086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/joaquins-quotes.html' title='Joaquin&apos;s Quotes'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114504928671750528</id><published>2006-04-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:14:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pooch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/Picture%20034.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.... i know!! He's so sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114504928671750528?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114504928671750528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114504928671750528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114504928671750528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114504928671750528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-pooch.html' title='My Pooch!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114506501141396136</id><published>2006-04-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:36:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reese is coming out with a new movie called Penelope and she's to play Annie!! Christina Ricci's pizza delivering friend. Isn't that funny? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114506501141396136?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114506501141396136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114506501141396136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114506501141396136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114506501141396136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/annie.html' title='Annie'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114504255268244820</id><published>2006-04-14T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:22:32.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;          it's me again. I'm just really bored. My cousin Molly wanted me to go ice skating with her but I don't feel any better so....... ugh, my NOSE! one sec...................... k, back. *sneeze* UGH!! Watching Boy Meets World. I love that show. It's so funny in like a STUPID way. You know? Like............... ummm................ Napolean Dynamite. Love that movie but it's so stupid. I'm finished packing.............. I think. I feel like i'm forgetting something. I hate that feeling, you know? It gets me worried and then i DO forget something. My gma, Molly, Mom and me are all  going. My mom was considering taking my 6 yr old cousin. :-S. ummmm...... i don't think so. My mom said I make some good points. Molly and Grace are sisters so they'll be fighting like crazy. Molly is 15, well....... 14 but turning 15 April 23. I think.... right? Yeah, cuz I'm 14 so yeah. We're 8 months apart. My Bday is on December 1, 1991 and Molly's is April 23, 1991. Starting from HER bday. Anyway....... I'm bored. I've looked at pretty much all the pics on Glamour Reese Witherspoon site and the Dear Joaquin site so nothin's new there. My eye is all puffy. I have a sty and something is underneath my eyelid. It's all red and puffy. It's so wierd and you can totally tell. My dad just came by to drop off my mom's child support checks. I said that i was sick and he was all over that saying that I get sick too often and that it's just that I'm allergic to something. Like he knows how i feel. and he said that i don't have the flu. ok, Doctor Dane. That's what my mom calls him. He's going to school in the medical field. Suits, huh? I know. Anyway....... I just took some Echinacea (Eck-in-a-sha) pills. They're HUGE. for me, anyway. They are supposed to help keep your immune system up. They aren't really helping. Maybe they are, idk. Anyway....... ugh, i just said that. Iv'e been drinking this Welche's Orange Pineapple juice all day. It's getting really old. *gag*.  This is a long post so I'll wrap it up. Hey, I forgot to tell you what my screen name is for AIM and Yahoo- AIM: ************ (hehe) and Yahoo: ************. Like I would SERIOUSLY give you my sn. You guys are nuts. ttyl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114504255268244820?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114504255268244820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114504255268244820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114504255268244820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114504255268244820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114503163956422277</id><published>2006-04-13T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:38:20.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Background</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know, I know. I got a new background. I like it but idk if it's supposed to look like that. With my profile up in the left hand corner. I like b/c it has Reese on it. :). Here we come Tennessee!! Leaving tom @ 6 am i think. I'm still sick. ugh! I hate being sick. *cough*. I'm like seriously blowing my nose EVERY five seconds or snuffling. I know that's bad...... I'm reading two new books. My best friend Michelle would say i was a "book worm" but really i'm not. I just like to read. I'm reading TTYL&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;isbn=0810987880&amp;amp;itm=1"&gt;http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;isbn=0810987880&amp;amp;itm=1&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and Jason and Kyra&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;isbn=0786818514&amp;amp;itm=2"&gt;http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;isbn=0786818514&amp;amp;itm=2&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They are both good so far. Anyway, gonna go. I need to pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:( I'm listening to John Legend. "Refuge (When it's Cold Outside). K, ttyl! HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114503163956422277?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114503163956422277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114503163956422277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114503163956422277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114503163956422277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/background.html' title='Background'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114455182465251143</id><published>2006-04-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:03:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/112317/339351.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - 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(just for you)</title><content type='html'>They're pictures of The Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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I have only about 4 more of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114408618858937763?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114408618858937763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114408618858937763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114408618858937763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114408618858937763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-pics-just-for-you.html' title='more pics...... (just for you)'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114384905553476385</id><published>2006-03-31T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:50:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village script</title><content type='html'>here's the script from one of Joaquin's movies, "The Village".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VILLAGE&lt;br /&gt;The Village is copyrighted by Buena Vista Home Entertainment and Touchstone&lt;br /&gt;Home Entertainment, among others.&lt;br /&gt;No profit was made from the transcribing of this movie, and it is&lt;br /&gt;not being distributed for profit.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CAST:&lt;br /&gt;Ivy Walker: Bryce Dallas Howard&lt;br /&gt;Lucius Hunt: Joaquin Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Noah Percy: Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;Edward Walker: William Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Alice Hunt: Sigourney Weaver&lt;br /&gt;August Nicholson: Brendan Gleeson&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: Cherry Jones&lt;br /&gt;Vivian Percy: Celia Weston&lt;br /&gt;Robert Percy: John Christopher Jones&lt;br /&gt;Victor: Frank Collison&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha Walker: Jayne Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Walker: Judy Greer&lt;br /&gt;Christop Crane: Fran Kranz&lt;br /&gt;Finton Coin: Michael Pitt&lt;br /&gt;Jamison: Jesse Eisenberg&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Charlie Hofheimer&lt;br /&gt;Jay: M. Night Shyamalan (cameo)&lt;br /&gt;The opening credits roll over shots of the woods. At a cemetery, people&lt;br /&gt;are gathered for a funeral. A grave has&lt;br /&gt;been dug, and a small, plain coffin, rests near it. A man leans on the&lt;br /&gt;coffin, weeping a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;August Nicholson: Who'll pinch me to wake me up? Who will laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;when I fall? Whose breath will I listen for,&lt;br /&gt;so that I may sleep? Whose hand will I hold, so that I may walk?&lt;br /&gt;A small, plain headstone, reads "Here Lies Daniel Nicholson, Beloved son of&lt;br /&gt;August Nicholson, June 17, 1890, October 3,&lt;br /&gt;1897." He was just seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward Walker (off-screen): We may question ourselves, at moments such as&lt;br /&gt;these. Did we make the right decision to&lt;br /&gt;settle here?&lt;br /&gt;A banquet has been laid on polished wooden tables, outdoors. The attendees&lt;br /&gt;are all dressed somberly. Many women wear&lt;br /&gt;bonnets or hats. Some of the men are bearded, and some are not. Some have&lt;br /&gt;long hair, others, short hair. All the&lt;br /&gt;women wear their hair tied back in some way. The dress confirms that it is&lt;br /&gt;the late 1800's. The surroundings reveal&lt;br /&gt;it to be a small village in a shallow valley, surrounded by forests. Many&lt;br /&gt;houses are made of stone, some of wood. The&lt;br /&gt;banquet includes bread, corn, greens, potatoes... a bounty from the recent&lt;br /&gt;harvest. Edward Walker, unofficial town&lt;br /&gt;leader, stands, making a speech before the feast. His hair is reddish, but&lt;br /&gt;going gray, and he wears a beard.&lt;br /&gt;August takes his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Walker: We are grateful for the time we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;He sits, and the villagers begin to eat. From the woods, a moaning sound,&lt;br /&gt;sorrowful. The villagers quiet, and are&lt;br /&gt;still. Noah Percy begins to laugh and clap and stands up. He is perhaps&lt;br /&gt;twenty-five, but has the mind of a small&lt;br /&gt;child. A young man seated next to him calms him down, and gets him to sit.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Two young girls use brushes to scrub the dishes in an outdoor trough, while&lt;br /&gt;an older sister uses a green hand-pump to&lt;br /&gt;get water from the underground well, so the dishes can be rinsed. The&lt;br /&gt;younger girls giggle and splash each other.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;A woman in a gray skirt and a blue untucked blouse leads a flock of sheep&lt;br /&gt;into their barn.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Men and women work side-by-side in a glass greenhouse, cultivating lettuce,&lt;br /&gt;rhubarb, and other foods for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The ladies wear simple print dresses, with some petticoats underneath, and&lt;br /&gt;back-buttoned aprons over their dresses.&lt;br /&gt;The men wear pants, shirts, vests, and many wear hats. This is a simple&lt;br /&gt;village of working people. Fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;are worn only at weddings and other celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Two sisters sweep the front porch of their simple home. They wear plain&lt;br /&gt;boots, not fancy shoes. They swirl their&lt;br /&gt;brooms around, light-hearted. The older sister spots something at the edge&lt;br /&gt;of the porch and puts her broom down. It&lt;br /&gt;is a red flower. Making haste, they pluck the flower, take it some yards&lt;br /&gt;from their home, and bury it. They return&lt;br /&gt;to their chores, but are subdued. The color of the flower, red, has&lt;br /&gt;spooked them, for it is the bad color.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At night, a bearded young man in a yellow cloak watches the woods from a&lt;br /&gt;watchtower, one of two, at the edge of the&lt;br /&gt;village. There is a bell in the tower, which can be rung as a warning.&lt;br /&gt;There are yellow penants and burning torches&lt;br /&gt;all around the edge of the forest. A low, moaning, rumbling sound comes&lt;br /&gt;from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At a creek in the woods, a reflection off the water shows a swaying, redcloaked&lt;br /&gt;figure walking ponderously by.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It is morning. Edward Walker, the school-teacher, approaches a group of&lt;br /&gt;children outside the schoolhouse. They are&lt;br /&gt;gathered in a circle around something.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What manner of spectacle has attracted your attention so&lt;br /&gt;splendidly? I ought to carry it in my pocket to&lt;br /&gt;help me teach.&lt;br /&gt;He stands at the edge of the group and looks down. Flies are buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Who came upon this? Philip, did you move this?&lt;br /&gt;Philip: No, Mr. Walker.&lt;br /&gt;The flies buzz louder and louder. We see what they are looking at. It is&lt;br /&gt;a small animal, probably a fox. It has&lt;br /&gt;been killed and skinned, but the meat is still on its bones.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Inside the class, a girl in a light blue dress and pigtails speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I inspected it carefully. Its head was twisted back, and much of&lt;br /&gt;its fur removed.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I see.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It was murdered.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: But who is the culprit? Who has done this heinous act?&lt;br /&gt;The girl who spoke before hesitates, but she decides to voice what is in&lt;br /&gt;all their minds.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Those We Don't Speak Of killed it.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: There it is. Why would such a notion come into your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: They're meat-eaters.&lt;br /&gt;Edward nods at him. A different girl speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: They have large claws.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Children... Those We Don't Speak Of, have not breached our&lt;br /&gt;borders in many years. We do NOT go into THEIR&lt;br /&gt;woods, they do NOT come into OUR valley. It is a truce. We do not&lt;br /&gt;threaten them. Why would they do this?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At a meeting of the Council of Elders, Vivian Percy is speaking. She is&lt;br /&gt;there, with her husband, Robert, August&lt;br /&gt;Nicholson, Victor, Edward and Tabitha Walker, Alice Hunt, Mrs. Clack, three&lt;br /&gt;other men, and one other woman. The women&lt;br /&gt;are knitting, since their hands are not needed for the meeting, and they&lt;br /&gt;smile and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: And we ought not to.... overlook The Flight of the Birds. We&lt;br /&gt;didn't have it last year, and I, for one,&lt;br /&gt;missed it desperately. And I know your wife missed the children, dressed&lt;br /&gt;in feathers and such.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: I am fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;She looks hopefully at her husband.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I do not have a say in this matter. August Nicholson is chair of&lt;br /&gt;today's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;A door opens at the end of the meeting hall, and all turn to see who has&lt;br /&gt;come in. It is a man with his hat in his&lt;br /&gt;hands, respectful.&lt;br /&gt;Man: There is a young man who has requested a word with the elders.&lt;br /&gt;August: Well, do have him come forward.&lt;br /&gt;The young man is Lucius Hunt, only son of the widow Alice Hunt. She jumps&lt;br /&gt;a bit when she sees him, but smiles. He&lt;br /&gt;wears denim work-pants, a gray shirt, and a brown jacket. His hair is a&lt;br /&gt;bit curly, but short, and there is a scar on&lt;br /&gt;his lip. He is clearly nervous and sways from one foot to the other. He&lt;br /&gt;holds a note, which he reads aloud.&lt;br /&gt;August: Hello, Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: My mother is unaware of the reason for my visit today. She did&lt;br /&gt;not give her consent, or consult me in any&lt;br /&gt;form. The passing of little Daniel Nicholson, from illness, and other&lt;br /&gt;events, have weighed on my thoughts. I ask&lt;br /&gt;permission to cross into the forbidden woods and travel to the nearest&lt;br /&gt;town. I will gather medicines, and I will&lt;br /&gt;return. With regards to Those We Don't Speak Of, I am certain they will&lt;br /&gt;let me pass. Creatures can sense emotion&lt;br /&gt;and fear. They will see I am pure of intention, and not afraid. The end.&lt;br /&gt;His voice has been shaky throughout. It is clear that such a long speech&lt;br /&gt;from him is an unheard-of, thing, and that&lt;br /&gt;he is normally so quiet that people ask him to speak up. The elders stare&lt;br /&gt;at him. The wind moans past the watchtower.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Alice (off-screen): What goes on in that head of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Inside their house, all is simple. The beams of the loft are visible. The&lt;br /&gt;floor is plain wood. Alice stands in an&lt;br /&gt;ankle-length nightgown, in the doorway of her bedroom. An oil-lamp and&lt;br /&gt;some candles are lit. There is no electricity,&lt;br /&gt;running water, or flush toilets in this village, although such things are&lt;br /&gt;available in other parts of the world. Lucius&lt;br /&gt;sits on the stairs, tying his boot-laces.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Say something, Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Finton Coin is in the tower, and I've promised to sit with him.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the watchtower, we see Finton Coin, a broad-faced, light-haired young&lt;br /&gt;man with Grecian features, wearing a yellow&lt;br /&gt;cloak. Lucius sits on the floor near a lamp.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Do you ever think of the towns, Finton?&lt;br /&gt;Finton: The towns? What for? They're wicked places where wicked people&lt;br /&gt;live. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;He pauses for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Thank you Lucius. You're a good friend. I do hope no one saw&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the orchard, several women stand, staring at a spectacle. It is another&lt;br /&gt;skinned fox.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There is a brief meeting in the meeting hall. Alice stands at the front,&lt;br /&gt;ahead of the elders, and speaks to the&lt;br /&gt;villagers' concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What we SEEM to have amongst us, is a predator of some type, most&lt;br /&gt;likely a coyote, or a wolf. Its manner of...&lt;br /&gt;of killing and removing the fur, but leaving the flesh torn, may be a sign&lt;br /&gt;that this animal suffers from madness. And&lt;br /&gt;for the next fortnight we should be vigilant for sightings of this coyote.&lt;br /&gt;Keep careful watch over our little ones,&lt;br /&gt;as they play on the hills. As for the other notion... We do not believe&lt;br /&gt;our boundary has been breached. Those We&lt;br /&gt;Don't Speak Of are much... LARGER creatures than coyotes. And we would&lt;br /&gt;know, if they had been here.&lt;br /&gt;The villagers murmur.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outside, villagers stride away, back to their work. Edward walks with his&lt;br /&gt;eldest daughter, Kitty. She is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;with red hair and fair skin, very slender and willowy.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Ahhh, it's frightful, this business of the coyote, is it not, Papa?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Do not feel worried, Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: You are not troubled?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I am certain it will all end soon.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty (slyly): Can we speak on other matters, then?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It would be a relief.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty (giggly): I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;They stand behind a house, possibly their own.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: I want your permission to marry, Papa!&lt;br /&gt;Edward is incredulous that his daughter would come to him and ask to marry,&lt;br /&gt;without her supposed-fiance present.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: There's a proper manner in which these things are supposed to&lt;br /&gt;happen, such as the boy would normally be&lt;br /&gt;standing next to you, in a moment such as this! Where is the BOY in all&lt;br /&gt;this, Kitty?!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: I haven't spoken to him as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: The young man is unaware of your intentions?!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: He has a... quiet way. I was going to talk with him, Papa, but not&lt;br /&gt;without your blessings. I WON'T talk with&lt;br /&gt;him without your blessings, Papa.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: It's Lucius Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;Edward pauses for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: You think badly of him?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: No. No, I have been thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: He's not LIKE the other boys, Papa. He- he- he doesn't joke, or,&lt;br /&gt;or bounce about.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: No, he certainly does not.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: I have your blessings, then?&lt;br /&gt;Edward sighs and can't help a smile. Kitty jumps into his arms, joyful.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Look, do me one favor first. Do NOT tell anyone else of your&lt;br /&gt;burstings until you have spoken with the young&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lucius is in the workshop, sharpening a tool. Kitty approaches him,&lt;br /&gt;wearing a pretty yellow dress. Her voice is&lt;br /&gt;slightly coy at the beginning, but as she goes on, she becomes more wild.&lt;br /&gt;It is clear, however, that she has rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;her speech. She can't seem to help smiling and giggling, and she's&lt;br /&gt;probably very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Good afternoon, Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius stands up and turns to face her, wary, leaning back slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: I wanted to, to... to tell you something. I love you, Lucius. I&lt;br /&gt;love you like the day is long! I love you&lt;br /&gt;more than the sun and the moon together! And if you feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;then we should not hide it any longer. It's&lt;br /&gt;a gift, love is. We should be thankful! We should bellow it out with all&lt;br /&gt;the breath in our lungs! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;She stops waving her arms about and smooths her skirt, smiling at him. He&lt;br /&gt;looks at her strangely, almost expressionless.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Kitty lays on her bed, sobbing and screaming. Her younger sister, Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;sits at her side, stroking her shoulder and&lt;br /&gt;singing a lullaby. She has reddish hair, too, but wears it comparatively&lt;br /&gt;short, about shoulder-length, barely any&lt;br /&gt;longer than some of the boys in the village. She wears a pretty blue denim&lt;br /&gt;dress.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Shhh. Shhh. Baby, sleep, gently sleep, life is long is long and&lt;br /&gt;love is deep. Time will be sweet for thee.&lt;br /&gt;All the world to see. Time to look about and know, how the shadows come&lt;br /&gt;and go. How the breeze stirs the trees, how&lt;br /&gt;the blossoms grow.&lt;br /&gt;We see their parents, and the four youngest of the six walker daughters,&lt;br /&gt;standing about at the entrance to the room.&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that that is Kitty and Ivy's space, that they are close&lt;br /&gt;together in age (perhaps twenty-one and nineteen&lt;br /&gt;respectively), while their younger sisters are all between about three and&lt;br /&gt;ten or so.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lucius brings firewood to August. The oil lamp is burning dimly.&lt;br /&gt;August: I often wondered if you and my son bonded because neither of you&lt;br /&gt;were fond of speaking. You're very kind.&lt;br /&gt;You must pardon my manners, I haven't slept in many nights.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Some of the boys are at a place called "The Stump," where they are playing&lt;br /&gt;a game. Sort of like a test of manhood,&lt;br /&gt;they stand on the stump with their back to the woods at night, and see how&lt;br /&gt;long they can stay without getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it it Jamison's turn.&lt;br /&gt;Christop Crane: You are doing capital, Jamison! Just a few more moments,&lt;br /&gt;huh? Gather your bravery.&lt;br /&gt;The other boys press in close.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: Do not jostle about so! You'll ruin my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison whimpers, and there is a moaning from the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison (whispering): They made a sound when I made a sound! And they&lt;br /&gt;mimic before they attack!&lt;br /&gt;Christop: Have courage, man. That's a wives' tale. It isn't true. Do&lt;br /&gt;not falter! Steel yourself.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At August's house, he is still speaking to Lucius, who is loading his woodbox.&lt;br /&gt;August: You know, like a dog can smell you.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Pardon me, Mr. Nicholson?&lt;br /&gt;August: You may run from sorrow, as we have. Sorrow will find you. It&lt;br /&gt;can smell you.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the space under the stairs. There is a strange box there, made&lt;br /&gt;of wood, but stained dark black, and&lt;br /&gt;with a lock for its lid. Lucius looks at it strangely.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Jamison breathes heavily, as the woods rustle. There is the sound of&lt;br /&gt;footsteps, and a strange growl that you or I&lt;br /&gt;might associate with a weed-whacker. Jamison hops off the stump and rushes&lt;br /&gt;toward the boys, and they run back to the&lt;br /&gt;village, panting and chuckling. They arrive in the safe area of the&lt;br /&gt;village and slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: I didn't know you could run so fast!&lt;br /&gt;Jamison: We're still for running and staying- hey!&lt;br /&gt;Christop pulls Jamison's hat from his head and pushes him further towards&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It is daytime, a view of the village from the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty (off-screen): Noah ought to be punished. He whacked little Joseph&lt;br /&gt;with a stick again.&lt;br /&gt;Noah and some boys are fighting. Noah laughs and hits them as they say&lt;br /&gt;"ow."&lt;br /&gt;Children: No more hitting!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why don't they grab it?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy sits in a pretty blue dress on a bench outside a building. Her head is&lt;br /&gt;turned to the side and she is listening.&lt;br /&gt;She hears distant shouting. It is clear once she stands up that she is&lt;br /&gt;blind. She takes a lovely wooden cane and&lt;br /&gt;swings it back and forth, using this method to guide herself toward the&lt;br /&gt;sounds of the fight.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (off-screen; forceful): Noah Percy.&lt;br /&gt;The fighting slows a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Stop your fussing, right this moment.&lt;br /&gt;The kids murmur and laugh. He disentangles himself, and jumps up,&lt;br /&gt;following her away.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;They stand at the door of the "Quiet Room," a place children are sent when&lt;br /&gt;they misbehave. There is a lamp, several&lt;br /&gt;chairs, a coat-rack, and not much else.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: You're in trouble, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: No hitting. No hitting.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I'm to place you in the quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Um, I'll cry quarts.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What if we strike a deal?&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Yeah, capital idea.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: It would be prudent to keep our deal a secret, can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Noah (whispers): Can I keep a secret? (Normal voice) Like a church mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: You needent go to the quiet room if you take an oath to never strike&lt;br /&gt;any person again.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: No hitting.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: No, no hitting.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: No hitting.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: No hitting.&lt;br /&gt;They shake hands. Ivy leans slightly and taps her cheek, and Noah kisses&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The deal is struck.&lt;br /&gt;She closes the door of the quiet room and goes down the steps to the&lt;br /&gt;ground.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: We ought not to return right away, hmm? What shall we do with our&lt;br /&gt;stolen time?&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Hmmm. Shall we have a foot race?&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (excited): Up the hill to the resting rock!&lt;br /&gt;Noah (grinning): No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (offended): What a deeply scandalous thing to say. I insist you take&lt;br /&gt;that back. Is that the school bell?&lt;br /&gt;Noah turns to look at the school and Ivy takes off running the other&lt;br /&gt;direction. She knows her way around very well.&lt;br /&gt;Noah turns back, looks at her, looks down and smiles, then runs after her.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Arrhhhh! Ivy, you cheated!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I know! I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;They laugh and run all the way to the resting rock. Ivy is very fast, but&lt;br /&gt;no match for Noah's long legs, and he barely&lt;br /&gt;beats her there. Lucius Hunt is sitting there, eating a muffin, which he&lt;br /&gt;shares with Noah. Ivy sits down, catching&lt;br /&gt;her breath.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: My sister cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius seems somewhat surprised that she knows he is there, given that she&lt;br /&gt;is blind. She moves her head and eyes like&lt;br /&gt;a sighted person, but only because she did not lose her sight until several&lt;br /&gt;years into her life. Noah runs off&lt;br /&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: You wonder how I recognized you?&lt;br /&gt;She nodds and leans on her cane.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Some people - just a handful, mind you - give off the tiniest color.&lt;br /&gt;It's faint, like a haze. It's the only&lt;br /&gt;thing I ever see in the darkness. Papa has it, too. Do you wonder what&lt;br /&gt;your color is? Well, that I won't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not ladylike to speak of such things. You shouldn't even have asked.&lt;br /&gt;She is making a joke for herself, and smiles at it. It is clear that she&lt;br /&gt;is very strange, running like a boy, wearing&lt;br /&gt;her hair short, making jokes to herself, and her strangeness seems directly&lt;br /&gt;tied-in with the fact that she is blind.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: You run like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;She pauses a moment, shyly, but then continues.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I know why you deny my sister. When I was younger... You used to&lt;br /&gt;hold my arm when I walked. Then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you stopped. One day, I even tripped in your presense, and almost fell. I&lt;br /&gt;was faking, of course. But still, you did&lt;br /&gt;not hold me.&lt;br /&gt;She whispers.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Sometimes we don't do things we want to do, so that others won't know&lt;br /&gt;we want to do them.&lt;br /&gt;Noah returns with something in his hands. He shows it to Lucius, motioning&lt;br /&gt;him to be quiet. He sits next to Ivy and lifts her hand, placing a frog in it.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What?&lt;br /&gt;The frog ribbets. She yelps and laughs, tossing the frog back at him. He&lt;br /&gt;takes a twig of berries from his pocket,&lt;br /&gt;loosening feathers in the process. The berries, he places in Ivy's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What's this? Oh, berries. What a splendid present.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Be cautious. You are holding the bad color.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy goes still, and cups a hand over the berries. The fun, sunshiny&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere is spoiled by rich, thick fear.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: This color attracts Those We Don't Speak Of, we must bury it. You&lt;br /&gt;ought not to pick that color berry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius (whispering): He picked it from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What's wrong? Your breathing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: I've never set eyes on these before. You did not pick that now.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you find this?&lt;br /&gt;Noah takes his hand and leads him around the side of the rock. He is&lt;br /&gt;mentally retarded, but he knows that something&lt;br /&gt;has changed this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting house, Lucius reads another note to the elders.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Today at Resting Rock, Noah Percy handed Ivy Walker berries of the&lt;br /&gt;bad color. When asked where he found these&lt;br /&gt;berries, for they were not like others I have seen, he pointed to the&lt;br /&gt;drawing upon resting rock.&lt;br /&gt;We see Lucius, Ivy, and Noah staring at the side of the rock (although Ivy&lt;br /&gt;does not see it). There is a drawing of a&lt;br /&gt;strange, reddish-colored creature, with skeletons all around it.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius (off-screen): It is my belief that Noah Percy has entered the&lt;br /&gt;woods, and has done so on many occasions. It is&lt;br /&gt;also my belief that, because of his innocence, those creatures who reside&lt;br /&gt;in the woods did not harm him.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the meeting house, he continues to read. The circle is in a&lt;br /&gt;slightly different order today, more mixed up, and&lt;br /&gt;facing a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: This strengthens my feeling that they will let me pass if they&lt;br /&gt;sense I am not a threat.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Alice (off-screen, later in the day): We shall speak of the town, just&lt;br /&gt;this once, and we shall never speak of it again.&lt;br /&gt;She sits, knitting yarn that is wound around Lucius's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Your father left for the market on a Tuesday, at a quarter past&lt;br /&gt;nine in the morning. He was found, robbed and&lt;br /&gt;naked, in the filthy river, two days later.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius begins to shake, and tears stream down his face.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Why'd you tell me this blackness?&lt;br /&gt;Alice: So you will know the nature of what you desire.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: I do not desire it. (Angry) My intentions are true to my word. I&lt;br /&gt;think of NOTHING but the people of this&lt;br /&gt;village.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Forgive me. I am but scared for my only son's life.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: I am not the one with secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What is your meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: There are secrets of every corner of this village. Do you not&lt;br /&gt;feel it? Do you not see it?&lt;br /&gt;He points at the black box in the corner of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: That is for my own well-being, so the evil things from my past are&lt;br /&gt;kept close and not forgotten. Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;would be to let them be born again in another form.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius (standing): Then let us open it.&lt;br /&gt;Alice (final): No. Perhaps we should speak with Edward Walker together.&lt;br /&gt;He may be able-&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: He hides, too. He hides his feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated and startled, she turns and walks to her bedroom. He follows&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Sometimes, we don't do things, yet others know we want to do&lt;br /&gt;things, so we don't do them.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing he bungled that statement badly, he hangs his head a bit and&lt;br /&gt;makes a sort of "oh, darn!" motion with his&lt;br /&gt;hand. Alice returns to her bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What nonsense are you saying?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: You needent worry. Nothing will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: You remind me of a colt sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;She pauses a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What makes you think he has feelings for me?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius (whispering): He never touches you.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lucius and some other boys walk around the perimeter of the village,&lt;br /&gt;painting yellow marks on tall poles. They wear&lt;br /&gt;cloaks of yellow wool, the safe color. Lucius sets down his paint bucket&lt;br /&gt;and pushes his hood back, then slowly,&lt;br /&gt;purposefully, he walks into the woods. He does not go far, just to a bush&lt;br /&gt;where there are red berries. He plucks a&lt;br /&gt;branch of them. He is very solemn. There is a creaking noise, a crack,&lt;br /&gt;and a growl, then some rustling. Lucius&lt;br /&gt;sees movement out of the corner of his eyes. He turns and leaves the woods&lt;br /&gt;slowly.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It is night. Ivy is crouched, and she stands.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: There's no escape!&lt;br /&gt;She turns and perceives Lucius by his "color," as she calls the haze she&lt;br /&gt;sees around him when he is near her. She is&lt;br /&gt;surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Oh, hello! I was just playing a game with Noah. The rascal must&lt;br /&gt;have gone to hide in my house again.&lt;br /&gt;She crouches to retrieve her cane, then stands.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (loudly): Houses are agaist the rules! (whispering) He knows that.&lt;br /&gt;(normal) Are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;She looks at Lucius with some concern, for he is more solemn than usual.&lt;br /&gt;He walks her to her front porch.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: We're tending to the children tonight, Kitty and I. I should be with&lt;br /&gt;her. Be well.&lt;br /&gt;She steps on to the porch, then turns, steps back down, and looks at him,&lt;br /&gt;hands perched on her cane.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I heard my parents speaking of you. I know of your request to go to&lt;br /&gt;the towns. I think it is noble, but I do&lt;br /&gt;not think it is right.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Are you not angry you have no sight?&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and leans a bit towards him, whispering.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I see the world, Lucius Hunt. Just not as you see it.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: What of Noah, then? What if there are medicines for Noah that&lt;br /&gt;could help him be still and to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: May we stop speaking of this? It is putting knots in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;She steps back on to the porch, and turns to talk to him from there.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (whispering): Kitty is to be married. She's found love... again.&lt;br /&gt;With Christop Crane. You think it an odd&lt;br /&gt;choice, right? You know, he won't sit back in his chair for fear of&lt;br /&gt;setting wrinkles on his shirts. But he does have&lt;br /&gt;a gentlemanly way about him. And he does care for my sister, deeply. I&lt;br /&gt;think Kitty is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;She pauses, nervous, but continues.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I am blessed as well. My older sister is now spoken for. I am now&lt;br /&gt;free to receive intrest from anyone... who&lt;br /&gt;might have interest.&lt;br /&gt;She raises her tone at the end, almost like a question, and very hopefulsounding.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius' face is still solemn, but&lt;br /&gt;there is something almost like a smile about his mouth. Children are&lt;br /&gt;laughing in the house. She turns and walks to&lt;br /&gt;the door, waving her cane in front of her, and goes inside.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: I'm going to get you! Oh! I got you! I got you. Can you fetch a&lt;br /&gt;blanket for me?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Have you seen Noah?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy walks to a closet, and opens it. Inside, Noah is hiding. She does not&lt;br /&gt;know that he is there, and he laughs&lt;br /&gt;silently as she takes a blanket and closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Finton Coin is in the watchtower again, wearing his yellow cloak. There is&lt;br /&gt;a lamp lit, sitting on the edge of the&lt;br /&gt;hatch. There is a bump, and the lamp wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Lucius? Lucius?&lt;br /&gt;He crawls to the hatch and opens it, peering down. There is a flash of red&lt;br /&gt;as a creature walks by, spikey needles&lt;br /&gt;sticking out the back. Finton drops the hatch on his head, lets it fall&lt;br /&gt;into place, and latches it. He sits&lt;br /&gt;whimpering in pain for a moment, then gets up and rings a warning bell over&lt;br /&gt;and over again, a steady clanging.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;All around the village, people hurry into their homes, exclaiming in&lt;br /&gt;fright. Lucius marches steadily through them,&lt;br /&gt;helping people inside, but he his making his way towards one place, the&lt;br /&gt;Walker home.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, Ivy, and their four younger sisters are sitting on a sofa in their&lt;br /&gt;living room, when they hear the bells. Noah&lt;br /&gt;runs through the door, happy and excited, clapping and waving his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: They're coming. They're coming!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Close the door. Noah, close the door, okay? Close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty bustles around, putting the edge of the door in Noah's hands, and&lt;br /&gt;getting her littlest sisters down into the&lt;br /&gt;celler, where they can lock the hatch and keep safe from the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;She does a good job of maintaining a calm&lt;br /&gt;demeanor. Noah keeps clapping and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Noah, come on inside!&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Come on inside!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the last villagers are getting into their homes, shouting. Lucius&lt;br /&gt;helps a woman bolt her shutters, then&lt;br /&gt;quickly dashes around the corner as a creature comes up to the door. The&lt;br /&gt;creature wears a red, hooded robe with wide&lt;br /&gt;sleeves, almost monk-like. There are brown spines growing in a bunch out&lt;br /&gt;of a hump on its back. It has long claws.&lt;br /&gt;The face is a snout sticking out of the hood. It makes a strange growling&lt;br /&gt;noise, almost a vooooomph. It scratches&lt;br /&gt;the door.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy stands at the front door of her house, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: They're coming. Come on in!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Let's close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty manages to get everyone except Ivy inside the celler.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Lucius is outside, walking.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: They're coming!&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is getting desperate. The longer the door is open, the more danger&lt;br /&gt;they are in.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: He's inside safe somewhere! Please, close the door!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is shaking, badly frightened, but determined and sure that Lucius will&lt;br /&gt;come to her.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: He'll come back to make sure we're safe.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Ivy! Ivy, please.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy turns back to the door and slowly raises her arm, her hand&lt;br /&gt;outstretched, waiting. There is a scratching and&lt;br /&gt;growling at the side of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty (whispering): Please.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (trembling): No.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty (whispering): Don't let them in.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy stands, shaking, tears in her eyes, waiting for Lucius. A creature&lt;br /&gt;comes up from the side, growling. Just as the&lt;br /&gt;creature reaches for Ivy's hand, it is firmly clasped in Lucius's, as they&lt;br /&gt;dash into the house. Everything slows down&lt;br /&gt;as they bolt the door, hands clasped, and run into the celler. Noah&lt;br /&gt;continues to invite the creatures in. This is a&lt;br /&gt;game to him. The girls are all in various states of crying and silent&lt;br /&gt;prayer. There is a thumping, and the creatures&lt;br /&gt;enter the house, growling. Ivy looks down to see her hand clasped in&lt;br /&gt;Lucius's. He hasn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In every home in the village, families tremble in their cellers, fearing&lt;br /&gt;the inevitible bump-thump, and growl, as the&lt;br /&gt;creatures enter their homes. They cover their ears and lower their heads,&lt;br /&gt;praying, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the breeze is high, blowing autumn leaves off the trees.&lt;br /&gt;There are red slashes on the doors of every&lt;br /&gt;building in the village. In the meeting house, Edward is talking, as we&lt;br /&gt;look at the red slashes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (off-screen): By the markings we find this morning on our homes...&lt;br /&gt;I feel they were warning us. They acted as&lt;br /&gt;if threatened.&lt;br /&gt;August (off-screen): Creatures have never attacked us without reason.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone here know of a reason why these&lt;br /&gt;events may have occured?&lt;br /&gt;A woman approaches the elders, who sit in a line at the front of the&lt;br /&gt;meeting house. She hands a note to Vivian Percy,&lt;br /&gt;Noah's mother.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Who has written this note?&lt;br /&gt;No one answers. She stands, clears her throat, and reads it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Please read so that all may hear. I have brought this burden upon&lt;br /&gt;us. On the day before last, I crossed&lt;br /&gt;the forbidden line into Covington Woods...&lt;br /&gt;The villagers gasp aloud, and murmur.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: ... and was witnessed there by Those We Don't Speak Of. I am&lt;br /&gt;deeply sorry. I have shamed myself and my&lt;br /&gt;family. I pray that my actions will cause no further pains. With deepest&lt;br /&gt;sorrow...... Lucius Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;She sits. The crowd murmurs. The elders take each others hands. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;turns to look at Lucius in the back, as&lt;br /&gt;Edward walks back to talk to him. Many stand up. Noah follows Edward,&lt;br /&gt;giggling, and has to be led back by one of&lt;br /&gt;the men. Edward walks right up to Lucius, who has tears in his eyes, and&lt;br /&gt;does not raise them from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (kindly): Do not fret.&lt;br /&gt;Edward crouches, and Lucius slowly looks into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You are fearless in a way that I shall never know. Lucius shakes&lt;br /&gt;badly, but manages the tiny beginnings of&lt;br /&gt;a smile.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outside, tables are set up for a banquet. It is Kitty's wedding day. She&lt;br /&gt;sits next to her father, wearing a filmy&lt;br /&gt;white gown and veil, holding his hand. Her husband-to-be is next to her,&lt;br /&gt;followed by Ivy, and Noah. At least&lt;br /&gt;ninety-five people live in this village, probably more, and all have turned&lt;br /&gt;out for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We are grateful... for the time we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;There are quiet cheers, and the crowd begins to talk and pass food around.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Two young men in yellow cloaks, their hoods drawn about their faces, bear a&lt;br /&gt;litter between them. On this litter,&lt;br /&gt;covered by a yellow flowered cloth and white and yellow daisies, is a large&lt;br /&gt;hunk of lamb, almost half of one of the&lt;br /&gt;animals. They set their burden down, uncover it, lift it, and toss it onto&lt;br /&gt;a rock at the edge of the forest,&lt;br /&gt;something like a sacrificial offering. They leave the litter, turn and go.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy sits on the ground in a pink dress so pale it looks almost white. Next&lt;br /&gt;to her is Mrs. clack, wearing a creamy dress,&lt;br /&gt;almost yellow, and a knitted shawl around her shoulders. Both have flowers&lt;br /&gt;in their hair. Mrs. Clack smokes a pipe.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: I had an elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (surprised): Mrs. Clack, you've been keeping secrets!&lt;br /&gt;Both chuckle a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: Oh, Kitty reminds me of her, so!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What manner of person was she?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: Saucy. And we fought endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy nods. They both laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: May I ask her name?&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause. Mrs. Clack does not answer.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (serious): Why did she not come to Covington Woods?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: My sister did not live past her twenty-third birthday. A&lt;br /&gt;group of men took her life in an alley by our&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;They are both sad, but August Nicholson comes out of the greenhouse and&lt;br /&gt;asks everyone to follow him inside.&lt;br /&gt;It has been prepared as a place to have a party, to sing and dance and eat.&lt;br /&gt;There is music playing. Ivy approaches her&lt;br /&gt;sister shakily. She seems to want to be on better footing with her, lest&lt;br /&gt;she die as young as Mrs. Clack's sister.&lt;br /&gt;She hugs her tightly. Both have tears in their eyes. Christop backs away&lt;br /&gt;a bit. Kitty has deep bags under her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It appears she has not slept much recently.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: She's not going to squeeze my shirt like that, is she?&lt;br /&gt;Kitty looks at him with reproach, and then both smile, to put on a good&lt;br /&gt;face for their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;A line of people have formed to congratulate Edward and Tabitha. Victor&lt;br /&gt;leaves the line, and Alice Hunt enters it,&lt;br /&gt;facing Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Many blessings on this most joyous of days.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It was a rare and lovely ceremony, was it not?&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Glorious. I saw your hand move to your eyes on more than one&lt;br /&gt;occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (sheepish): It must have been dust of some matter.&lt;br /&gt;She holds out her hand, but he does not take it. She balls it into a fist,&lt;br /&gt;smiles, and moves on. When she turns back,&lt;br /&gt;Edward is clasping Mrs. Percy's hand and arm and talking with her. She&lt;br /&gt;gives a startled smile, but seems pleased.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The young people, and some of the older ones, are dancing in rings around&lt;br /&gt;each other. Kitty grabs Ivy and pulls her&lt;br /&gt;in to dance, weaving her in and out. Everyone is laughing and enjoying&lt;br /&gt;themselves. A more complicated dance begins,&lt;br /&gt;with several circles of people, and people ducking in and out. A woman&lt;br /&gt;plays a complicated tune on the piano. Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;with her sensitive hearing, hears what others cannot: Two children&lt;br /&gt;screaming for Mr. Walker outside. Eventually the&lt;br /&gt;rest of the villagers hear it, too. Ivy holds out her arm and makes her&lt;br /&gt;way for the end of the greenhouse. Everything&lt;br /&gt;is in confusion, but Lucius's arm reaches up and he grabs Ivy's hand,&lt;br /&gt;leading her the rest of the way. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;gathers around Mr. Walker, and two young boys, about seven and nine years&lt;br /&gt;old.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (gravely; gently): Speak up.&lt;br /&gt;Older boy: They're in the village. They left more warnings.&lt;br /&gt;There is shock all around.&lt;br /&gt;Younger boy: They wish us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (despairing): That cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;Older boy: One saw us. It ran off into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You are certain?&lt;br /&gt;They nod.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Can you boys stay close to Ivy, here? She'll tell you some funny&lt;br /&gt;stories and have you laughing soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy reaches out her hands to the boys, smiling reassuringly, but as soon as&lt;br /&gt;they have turned to face Mr. Walker, her&lt;br /&gt;face becomes serious, and she clutches them in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We will go together.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;They set out in a double line, some carrying lanterns. As they reach the&lt;br /&gt;houses, people branch off to enter their&lt;br /&gt;homes. They slow down. On the ground are many, many animal corpses,&lt;br /&gt;skinned and broken like the first. Some are&lt;br /&gt;strung up in doorways. It is horrific. Christop ushers his new wife away&lt;br /&gt;from them, breaking their terrible,&lt;br /&gt;hypnotic spell.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Alice stand outside the barn. Alice is what we would call&lt;br /&gt;"freaked out." Edward is calmer, but still&lt;br /&gt;concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Alice (whispering): Livestock has been taken, and skinned. The hides and&lt;br /&gt;feathers are missing. There are marks on&lt;br /&gt;the door where it was opened. The marks are high. Coyotes cannot reach&lt;br /&gt;that height.&lt;br /&gt;Edward holds up his hand where the marks are on the barn door. They are&lt;br /&gt;man-height. Only a creature could have&lt;br /&gt;done this.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Two men stand guard at each watchtower. The party decorations are dangling&lt;br /&gt;askew. The candle-lanterns are still lit.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, Ivy lays in bed with her eyes open. She is&lt;br /&gt;unused to sleeping in Kitty's bed. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;she sits up in bed, gasping. She walks out on the porch, using memory and&lt;br /&gt;touch to guide her to where Lucius is&lt;br /&gt;sitting. She sits down next to him. They are perhaps four inches apart.&lt;br /&gt;They speak in low voices, so as not to&lt;br /&gt;wake Ivy's family.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The elders are going to have an inquiry tomorrow. Each member of the&lt;br /&gt;village is to be questioned in the meeting&lt;br /&gt;hall.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: To see how the border was breached?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius. It is cold outside. You ought to go in.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Why are you on this porch?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: It is not safe.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: There are other porches. Do you find me too much of a tomboy? I do&lt;br /&gt;long to do boy things. Like that game the&lt;br /&gt;boys play at the stump. They put their backs to the woods, and see how&lt;br /&gt;long they can wait before getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;That's so exciting. I understand you hold the record. It will never be&lt;br /&gt;broken, they say.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: It's just children's games.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: How is it you are brave when all the rest of us shake in our boots?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: I do not worry about what will happen, only what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;How did you know I was here?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I saw you out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius is stunned. He looks at her strangely.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: No... I won't tell you your color. Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;She pauses, and then ventures something VERY daring, never betraying how&lt;br /&gt;much she is risking by what she says.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very&lt;br /&gt;agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius is stunned again. Ivy has just proposed marriage to him, or rather,&lt;br /&gt;she has stated that it is inevitable. He is&lt;br /&gt;shocked into honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Why can you not say what is in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead,&lt;br /&gt;when I want to lead? If I want to dance, I&lt;br /&gt;will ask you to dance. If I want to speak, I will open my mouth and speak.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak&lt;br /&gt;further. Why? What... good is it to tell you you are in my every thought&lt;br /&gt;from the time I wake? What good can come&lt;br /&gt;from my saying I-- I sometimes cannot think clearly, or- or do my work&lt;br /&gt;properly? What gain can rise from my telling&lt;br /&gt;you... the only time I feel fear as others do, is when I think of you in&lt;br /&gt;harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Walker. I fear for your safety above all others. And yes... I will dance&lt;br /&gt;with you on our wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;He has been shaking and she has been calm, but now she starts to shake and&lt;br /&gt;tears fall from her cheeks. He takes her&lt;br /&gt;face in his hand, and they gently kiss.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice (off-screen): I had been to the storage shed twice to fetch food&lt;br /&gt;prior to the wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Alice (off-screen): And the livestock was untouched at that time?&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice (off-screen): Yes, Mrs. Hunt. All was as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice stands inside the meeting house, facing the elders. She is young&lt;br /&gt;and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Thank you, Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice looks like she wants to say more, but she turns and starts to walk&lt;br /&gt;away. Then she turns back.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: I beg your pardon. Is it true... about Lucius and Ivy? There&lt;br /&gt;are whispers all over the village.&lt;br /&gt;Alice leans out to look at her and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: We were informed early this morning of their intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: It is amazing to witness which two people love chooses to unite.&lt;br /&gt;It follows no rules.&lt;br /&gt;This touches Alice deeply.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At the Walker home, Ivy, and the newly-married Kitty, sit on the bed that&lt;br /&gt;used to be Kitty's. Ivy seems somewhat&lt;br /&gt;nervous. She knows that Kitty is not over her love of Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Kitty... I wanted to speak with you first. I would not want you to&lt;br /&gt;feel pain, in any fashion. You are my&lt;br /&gt;cherished one. If you were to feel badly about Lucius, I would not have&lt;br /&gt;it. One love to sacrifice another love is&lt;br /&gt;not right.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: There is nothing you could do that would sacrifice my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;You are my cherished one as well. God&lt;br /&gt;bless you and your life together.&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously hard for her to say this, and she seems like she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;entirely believe her own words. She takes&lt;br /&gt;Ivy's hand and wipes the tears from her face.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There is a knock on the door of Lucius's workshop. Lucius is reading a&lt;br /&gt;letter as he unlatches the door. Noah stands&lt;br /&gt;outside on a lower step. His eyes are bright red from crying, and he is&lt;br /&gt;crying still. His hair is tangled and he is&lt;br /&gt;unkempt. Something has upset him greatly. This startles Lucius, who&lt;br /&gt;immediately thinks of his Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: What's happened?&lt;br /&gt;Noah steps inside. He tries to say something, but his mouth won't make the&lt;br /&gt;words.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: Is this about Ivy and myself?&lt;br /&gt;He turns and walks to his desk, and starts to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Lucius: I know you are very fond of her. And I know she is fond of you.&lt;br /&gt;There are different types of love.&lt;br /&gt;As he turns toward Noah, he stops, startled, and looks down. Noah's hand&lt;br /&gt;is clutched against Lucius's belly. He&lt;br /&gt;pulls a bloody knife out of Lucius's belly.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Ohhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Lucius falls to the floor, groaning for God and for Ivy. Noah can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to make up his mind about what to do. He&lt;br /&gt;puts down the knife, then takes it up again and stabs Lucius several more&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Percy are getting ready for a meeting. There is a thump as&lt;br /&gt;Noah sits down on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Noah? You'll be late for the meeting hall. Would you like your&lt;br /&gt;father to walk you there? Noah?&lt;br /&gt;They exit and look at him. He looks normal, until they come closer and he&lt;br /&gt;turns from his seat in the rocking chair,&lt;br /&gt;and they see blood all over his hands and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Oh, the bad... the bad color. Oh. Bad color. Bad color! Bad&lt;br /&gt;color!&lt;br /&gt;He drools and taps at himself, distraught.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Mama!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;A man bursts into te inquiries at the meeting hall and strides toward the&lt;br /&gt;elders.&lt;br /&gt;Man: I beg your pardon.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Man: There's been an accident.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and Kitty are smiling and chuckling as they leave the Walker home.&lt;br /&gt;They pause when they see two young women&lt;br /&gt;dashing up to them. One gasps for breath as she speaks to them.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Noah Percy was found with quarts of blood upon his clothes and&lt;br /&gt;hands. The blood was not his own and he will&lt;br /&gt;not speak as to whose it is.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: God in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy runs off.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The villagers run about, checking into each others homes, asking if anyone&lt;br /&gt;is injured. Ivy has her cane. Her shawl&lt;br /&gt;slips from her shoulders, her heart beats in her ears, as she whispers the&lt;br /&gt;numbers of the steps to Lucius's workshop.&lt;br /&gt;She reaches the steps, drops her cane, and scrambles up the steps and in&lt;br /&gt;the door. She knocks. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Lucius? Lucius Hunt?! (stern) You answer me right this moment!&lt;br /&gt;She runs into something soft, and crouches down. She begins to shake as&lt;br /&gt;she feels him there. A man runs up the steps&lt;br /&gt;and sees her. He shouts for Mr. Walker, who runs inside the workshop. Ivy&lt;br /&gt;clutches at Lucius, running her hands&lt;br /&gt;through his hair frantically, eyes wide.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Papa... I cannot see his color.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Ivy. Come away. COme away.&lt;br /&gt;She shrieks as he drags her gently off of Lucius and hands her to another&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Take her!!! Take her!!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack stands in front of the medical building, her shawl clutched&lt;br /&gt;around her shoulders. Many of the villagers&lt;br /&gt;stand there, waiting for news of Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: He has suffered a great deal. He may pass at any time.&lt;br /&gt;Please give him all your prayers and good&lt;br /&gt;thoughts. He will hear them.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy stands off to one side, blood smeared across the front of her blouse,&lt;br /&gt;her face expressionless. Many of the vilagers&lt;br /&gt;look at her, and give her her distance. She sways back and forth on her&lt;br /&gt;cane. She begins to shake.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Inside the quiet room, Noah sits in his long underwear and trousers. The&lt;br /&gt;bloody clothes have been taken from him for&lt;br /&gt;cleaning. The door unlocks. Mr. Percy lets a stern-faced Ivy inside. She&lt;br /&gt;hands her cane to him, and walks straight&lt;br /&gt;forward to Noah, grasping him so she knows where he is. Then she slaps&lt;br /&gt;him, again and again and again. Mr. Percy&lt;br /&gt;grabs her and leads her out of the quiet room. Noah begins to shriek in&lt;br /&gt;rage and confusion. Ivy has told him not&lt;br /&gt;to hit, and yet here she is, hitting him. Mr. Percy shuts and locks the&lt;br /&gt;door from the outside, and Noah shouts and&lt;br /&gt;bangs about.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy sits in her living room facing her father, shaky but firm, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: He is in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: If he dies... all that is life to me will die with him. I ask&lt;br /&gt;permission... to travel through Covington Woods...&lt;br /&gt;and go to the towns... to retrieve medicines... that may save... Lucius&lt;br /&gt;Hunt. You are my father. I will listen to&lt;br /&gt;you in all things. I will trust your decision.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outside the medical building, Victor is speaking with Edward and Tabitha.&lt;br /&gt;Victor (off-screen): I've done what I can to close the wounds. There's an&lt;br /&gt;infection.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What can be done to mend him?&lt;br /&gt;Victor: We can only pray.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: If there were no limitations, what could be done?&lt;br /&gt;Victor: Hmmm? What are you asking me?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Is there anything at all that can be done to mend the boy?&lt;br /&gt;Please, Victor, would you be so kind as to answer&lt;br /&gt;my question.&lt;br /&gt;Victor is stunned. He says nothing for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Victor: If the infection is contained, he may still survive.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha takes Edward out behind the gardens of winter vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: I must speak up. You have a restless spirit. I know the thing&lt;br /&gt;that is in your head. You're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;going to the towns. Tell me I'm wrong. You have made an oath, Edward, as&lt;br /&gt;all have, never to go back. It is a&lt;br /&gt;painful bargain, but no good can come without sacrifice. These are your&lt;br /&gt;words I'm saying. You cannot break the oath.&lt;br /&gt;It is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It is a crime, what has happened to Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha: YOU have taken the oath, you and the rest of the elders, are you&lt;br /&gt;listening to me? YOU.... have taken the oath.&lt;br /&gt;All at once, her peculiar emphasis of the word "you" hits him, and he&lt;br /&gt;almost smiles. She looks relieved that he has&lt;br /&gt;gotten the message. They both cry, and hug.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward approaches Ivy, who sits in a rocking chair on their front porch.&lt;br /&gt;She has a shawl around her shoulders, for&lt;br /&gt;the day is chill.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: The moment I heard my daughter's vision had finally failed her,&lt;br /&gt;and that she would forever be blind, I was&lt;br /&gt;sitting in that very chair. I was so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Ivy walk along the edge of a pasture, toward the very edge of&lt;br /&gt;the village.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What do you know about your grandfather?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is unsure, but she answers as best she can.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: He was the wealthiest man in the towns?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: That he was, he had a gift for that. If he was given one dollar,&lt;br /&gt;in less than a fortnight, he would have&lt;br /&gt;turned it into five. You do not know of money. It is not part of our life&lt;br /&gt;here. Money can be a wicked thing. It&lt;br /&gt;can turn men's hearts black. Good men's hearts. My father could not see&lt;br /&gt;this, for all his gifts. He was a poor&lt;br /&gt;judge of a man's character. Your grandfather WAS a good man, Ivy. He had&lt;br /&gt;a laugh that could be heard three houses&lt;br /&gt;away. He used to hold my hand as I hold yours. He taught me strength, and&lt;br /&gt;showed me love, and told me to lead when&lt;br /&gt;others would only follow. Your grandfather, James Walker, died in his&lt;br /&gt;sleep. A man put a gun to his head and shot&lt;br /&gt;him while he dreamed. I tell you this so you will understand some of the&lt;br /&gt;reasons for my actions, and the actions of&lt;br /&gt;others. You are a strong one, Ivy. You lead when others would only&lt;br /&gt;follow. You see light, when there is only&lt;br /&gt;darkness. I trust you. I trust you among all others.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Thank you, father.&lt;br /&gt;They stop walking. Ivy has tears on her face. Edward holds her by her&lt;br /&gt;shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Ivy, do you know where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (uncomfortable): At the old shed that is not to be used.&lt;br /&gt;Edward smiles at his daughter's sense of direction and goes to open the&lt;br /&gt;padlock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Yeah. Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Yes, Father?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Do your very best not to scream.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is full of trepidation. That sounded very ominous, especially coming&lt;br /&gt;from her father.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the Walker home, Ivy is shoving her yellow safe cloak into a large sack,&lt;br /&gt;along with various other items, including a&lt;br /&gt;gold pocket watch. She wears a pretty blue gingham dress. Her hair is&lt;br /&gt;disheveled. Edward paces outside her room.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the medical building, Edward guards the door as Ivy says goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;Lucius.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I am leaving, to fetch you medicines.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The elders are gathered behind a building in town. August is the last to&lt;br /&gt;join them.&lt;br /&gt;August: I had a difficult time getting away. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Edward takes a moment, and he sighs before he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Ivy... has asked... to go to the towns... for medicines.&lt;br /&gt;The elders are shocked.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy sits on resting rock in her safe cloak, waiting. There are footsteps&lt;br /&gt;as two young men approach her, one bearing a&lt;br /&gt;bundle and a torch, and both wearing safe cloaks. She stands to meet them,&lt;br /&gt;holding her cane.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, Christop, and Finton approach the edge of the woods. Ivy holds up a&lt;br /&gt;small sack bulging with rocks, and then sets&lt;br /&gt;her head, and leads the two men into the woods, swinging her cane back and&lt;br /&gt;forth to guide her. They follow with&lt;br /&gt;trepidation, not at all comfortable with being in the woods. Finton grabs&lt;br /&gt;her shoulder to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Christop.&lt;br /&gt;She turns. Christop has stopped, and is not moving further. Ivy wants him&lt;br /&gt;to stay, and not to be afraid, but she is&lt;br /&gt;shaking badly herself.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Christop... you needent be scared. We have the magic rocks. They&lt;br /&gt;will keep us safe.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: Why have we not heard of these rocks before?&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Christop, please, do not leave us.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: There is nothing to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: Then why do you wear the cloak of the safe color?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: We will light torches. It will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Christop: It is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Christop...&lt;br /&gt;Christop turns and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and Finton stretch a tarp between some trees. It is raining hard.&lt;br /&gt;They sit underneath the tarp, waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the rain to stop. There are noises from around them in the woods. The&lt;br /&gt;rain freezes on the branches. The forest&lt;br /&gt;is bare.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Ivy... There's something in these woods. It turns my stomach to&lt;br /&gt;rot.&lt;br /&gt;He takes her hand and puts it on the bag of magic rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: You will be safe. They will not harm you, because you cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;They will take pity on you, the way they&lt;br /&gt;took pity on Noah, when... when he ventured into the woods. They will kill&lt;br /&gt;me, Ivy. I cannot stay. You're better&lt;br /&gt;in these woods than most boys. Anyone would say so.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: It is MY burden, Finton. You may go.&lt;br /&gt;Finton: Come with me?&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious now that he finds Ivy attractive. She says nothing, so he&lt;br /&gt;turns and slowly leaves. The rain has&lt;br /&gt;stopped. When he is gone, she turns the bag over and dumps the rocks on&lt;br /&gt;the ground.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward (off-screen; a memory): Do your very best not to scream.&lt;br /&gt;A door opens, and Edward leads Ivy into the old shed.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: There is an odd smell.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It is ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I cannot explain in words. It is just a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;She steps carefully forward with her hand out, and touches something, long&lt;br /&gt;and spiky. She brings her fingers down to&lt;br /&gt;the bottom. It is part of one of the creatures. She gasps loudly and&lt;br /&gt;steps back. Edward holds her.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Those We Don't Speak Of!&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Do not be frightened. It is only... farce. Do not be frightened.&lt;br /&gt;She slowly begins to calm. There are three "creatures" hanging from the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling of the shed. They have boar-like&lt;br /&gt;masks inside their robes, and clawed hands. They are costumes.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Ivy sit outside the shed, leaning against its stone wall.&lt;br /&gt;Edward is trying to explain to her, in terms she&lt;br /&gt;will understand, why things are as they are.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: There did exist rumors of creatures in these woods. It is one of&lt;br /&gt;the history books I used to teach in the&lt;br /&gt;towns.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The screams? From the woods?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We created those sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The Ceremony of Meat?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We remove it ourselves. An elder is always assigned.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is beginning to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The drills... they are farce, too?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We did not want anyone to go to the towns, Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What about the animals.... the skinned ones? Are the elders&lt;br /&gt;responsible for that, too?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I BELIEVE ONE of the elders is responsible. It will not happen&lt;br /&gt;again. There is no one in this village who&lt;br /&gt;has not lost someone irreplaceable, who has nt felt loss so deeply that&lt;br /&gt;they questioned the very merit of living at all.&lt;br /&gt;This strikes a chord with Ivy; it is exactly what she is going through.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It is a darkness I wished... you would never know.&lt;br /&gt;He is distraught.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Forgive us our silly lies, Ivy. They were not meant to harm.&lt;br /&gt;Edward holds her. She seems to come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I am... sad for you, Papa. For all the elders.&lt;br /&gt;Edward places a gold pocket-watch into her hands, and hands her a folded&lt;br /&gt;sheet of paper. He speaks urgently to her.&lt;br /&gt;There are tears in her eyes, and they spill down her cheeks as he speaks to&lt;br /&gt;her of what she must do.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: On this paper has been written a tool of medicine. It is common&lt;br /&gt;in the towns. You will go... with two&lt;br /&gt;escorts. Follow the sounds of a stream. A half-day's journey will bring&lt;br /&gt;you to a hidden road. At this hidden road,&lt;br /&gt;the two escorts will wait as you continue. You alone will follow the&lt;br /&gt;road... and leave Covington Woods. You are to&lt;br /&gt;tell no one in the towns where we are... and return with haste. I cannot&lt;br /&gt;come with you. You gave your heart to&lt;br /&gt;this boy. He is in need. Are you ready to take this burden, which by&lt;br /&gt;right, is yours and yours alone?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward approaches the home of Alice Hunt. She is boiling strips of cloth&lt;br /&gt;to use as bandages. He comes in. She looks&lt;br /&gt;at him.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I am making fresh clothes for Lucius. He needs them.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Alice, I've sent for help.&lt;br /&gt;Alice turns to him, hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I've sent Ivy to the towns.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: You cannot...&lt;br /&gt;Edward: It is all that I can give you. It is all that I can give you.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I accept.&lt;br /&gt;He has stepped closer to her. She makes to kiss him, but he turns his&lt;br /&gt;face. She makes to put her head on his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;but he leaves. He understands the feeling that exists between them, but at&lt;br /&gt;the same time, without words, he is telling&lt;br /&gt;her that the feeling cannot be given voice or motion.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Back with the elders behind the building. They are still in shock from&lt;br /&gt;this news.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: He is the victim of a crime.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: We have agreed NEVER to go back, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What was the purpose of our leaving? Let us not forget it was out&lt;br /&gt;of hope of something good and right.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Percy: You should not have made this decision without us. You have&lt;br /&gt;gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I'm guilty, Robert! I made a decion of the heart! I cannot look&lt;br /&gt;into another's eyes and see the same look I&lt;br /&gt;see in August's without justification! It is too painful, I cannot bear&lt;br /&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: You have jeopardized everything we've made.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (reproachful): Who do you think will continue this place, this&lt;br /&gt;life? Do you plan to live forever? It is in&lt;br /&gt;them that our future lies! It is in Ivy and Lucius that this... this way&lt;br /&gt;of life will continue. Yes, I have risked. I&lt;br /&gt;hope I am always able to risk everything for the just and right cause! If&lt;br /&gt;we did not make this decision, we could never&lt;br /&gt;again call ourselves innocent. And that, in the end, is what we have&lt;br /&gt;protected here! Innocence! That, I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;to give up.&lt;br /&gt;August: Let her go. If it ends, it ends. We can move towards hope, it's&lt;br /&gt;what's beautiful about this place. We must&lt;br /&gt;not run from heartache. You know, my brother was slain in the towns. The&lt;br /&gt;rest of my family died here. Heartache is&lt;br /&gt;a part of life. We know that now. Ivy's running toward hope, let her run.&lt;br /&gt;If this place is worthy, she'll be&lt;br /&gt;successful in her quest.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack: How could you have sent HER? She's blind.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: She's more capable than most in this village... and she is led by&lt;br /&gt;love. The world moves for love. It kneels&lt;br /&gt;before it in awe.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy sits under the tarp in the dark, her hands over her ears. Shakily, she&lt;br /&gt;sings the lullabye she sang to Kitty after&lt;br /&gt;Lucius refused her marriage proposal. All around her, the forest is&lt;br /&gt;creaking and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: ... all the world to see. Time look about and know. How the shadows&lt;br /&gt;come and go. How the breeze stirs the&lt;br /&gt;trees. How the blossoms grow. Sleep, baby, sleep. Sleep gently sleep...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Daylight. Ivy walks through the now-muddy forest, swinging her cane back&lt;br /&gt;and forth, her cloak smeared brown at the&lt;br /&gt;bottom, and smudges all over. She walks forward to a ledge, and feeling no&lt;br /&gt;way beyond it, she turns to go back. The&lt;br /&gt;ground gives way. She shrieks, but manages to hold the edge. The mud is&lt;br /&gt;too slippery to hold it for long. She slips&lt;br /&gt;further into the hole, but she has caught her hands in some roots. She&lt;br /&gt;whimpers, but manages to swing her bundle and&lt;br /&gt;cane up onto solid ground, and then she hauls herself, grunting, out of the&lt;br /&gt;hole. It is very deep. She is covered&lt;br /&gt;in mud. Gasping, she makes her way around the hole, to a strange stumps&lt;br /&gt;sticking out of the ground. The mud is all&lt;br /&gt;over her cloak.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (off-screen): There did exist rumors of creatures in these woods.&lt;br /&gt;It is in one of the history books I used&lt;br /&gt;to teach in the towns.&lt;br /&gt;Grunting, crying, she tries to wipe the mud from her cloak and arms, but it&lt;br /&gt;is everywhere. She cannot get it off.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, she has let her cloak dry, and much of the mud has caked&lt;br /&gt;and fallen off, though there is still some.&lt;br /&gt;She swings her cane back and forth, checking for obstacles. There is a&lt;br /&gt;crack. She taps her cane again. It is&lt;br /&gt;broken. She pulls it apart and drops it. There is a rustling from the&lt;br /&gt;woods around her. She searches with her hands&lt;br /&gt;for a rock, and tosses it in the direction of the sound. The rustling&lt;br /&gt;comes from another direction now, louder and&lt;br /&gt;louder. She stumbles off in a random direction, panting and whimpering,&lt;br /&gt;whacking branches away from her face, but&lt;br /&gt;the sound is getting closer. She s crying now. She stops in a small&lt;br /&gt;clearing. There are red berries all around her,&lt;br /&gt;and bits of snow on the ground. She cannot see them. There is a growl.&lt;br /&gt;She turns slowly around. One of the&lt;br /&gt;creatures stands just at the edge of the clearing.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: It is not real. It is not real.&lt;br /&gt;She backs up and reaches a tree, and edges her way around it, facing away&lt;br /&gt;from the creature. She listens around the&lt;br /&gt;edge she came from. The creature is close, only three or four feet away.&lt;br /&gt;She starts walking away, as quietly as she&lt;br /&gt;can, hoping the creature hasn't spotted her. She gets some distance away,&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a crack and a roar. It&lt;br /&gt;HAS spotted her. She stares for some moments in the direction of the&lt;br /&gt;creature. Neither move. Then it lunges for&lt;br /&gt;her, charging. She screams. It slashes at her, knocking her down, but not&lt;br /&gt;doing any damage. It pauses, then turns.&lt;br /&gt;She has stood up. It roars again, and chases her.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps running, but she is losing strength. She slows to a fast walk,&lt;br /&gt;not hearing the creature around her.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she bumps into something. It is the stump she felt before, when&lt;br /&gt;she crawled out of the hole. She feels it&lt;br /&gt;to be sure, then gets an idea. She drops her pack, puts her hood up, and&lt;br /&gt;stands just by the edge of the hole with&lt;br /&gt;her arms up. The creature comes charging at her, roaring. She jumps out&lt;br /&gt;of the way just in time. It falls into the&lt;br /&gt;hole without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At the quiet room, Noah's parents have brought him lunch on a tray.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Noah?&lt;br /&gt;She drops the tray in shock and puts her hands to her face.&lt;br /&gt;Vivan: Oh my God, what is this?&lt;br /&gt;Robert: What is this?&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Where is HE?&lt;br /&gt;The floor of the quiet room has been pried up in one specific spot. There&lt;br /&gt;are feathers underneath, and animal bones,&lt;br /&gt;and skins. There is a bloody piece of a safe-cloak.&lt;br /&gt;Robert: He found one of the suits we kept under the floorboards.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Oh, no. Oh, God. The animals!&lt;br /&gt;At the window, the mesh screen and wooden shutters have been pried off.&lt;br /&gt;Noah has escaped.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the hole in the ground, Noah lays whimpering in a creature-suit,&lt;br /&gt;modified with feathers, skins, and bones&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. He is bleeding, badly injured. He whimpers and groans and&lt;br /&gt;cries, and finally, with the side of his face&lt;br /&gt;twitching, he dies.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy strides up to the edge of the hole, with a sturdy, pointed stick in her&lt;br /&gt;hands. She holds it threateningly, but&lt;br /&gt;there are no sounds from the hole. She lowers it.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The elders gather around Lucius in the sick-room. He is pale, and his skin&lt;br /&gt;is mottled. His mouth hangs open with his&lt;br /&gt;breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: His will to live is very strong.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy strides through the forest, using the stick as a cane, tapping it&lt;br /&gt;against trees and ground. Suddenly the texture&lt;br /&gt;changes. There are rocks underfoot. She goes back and forth to check and&lt;br /&gt;be sure, then drops her sack and pulls the&lt;br /&gt;watch and list out of it. She takes off her cloak, and starts jogging down&lt;br /&gt;the road, using the stick to check and make&lt;br /&gt;sure she is still on the stone path.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (off-screen; memory): A half day's journey will bring you to a&lt;br /&gt;hidden road. You alone will follow the road, and&lt;br /&gt;leave Covington woods. You are to tell no one in the towns where we are,&lt;br /&gt;and return with haste.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;A fire burns in the Walker home. Edward and Tabitha hold hands, standing&lt;br /&gt;by the door. They seem to come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha locks the door, and she and Edward walk into another part of the&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is still jogging down the road, checking every few feet to make sure&lt;br /&gt;she is on the right path. She yelps, as she&lt;br /&gt;slams into an ivy-covered obstacle that flexes back and forth. She drops&lt;br /&gt;the cane and checks down the sides of this&lt;br /&gt;wall to see if there is another point to get up it from. There isn't. She&lt;br /&gt;steadies herself, and grunts as she jumps&lt;br /&gt;onto the wall and climbs up.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Edward sets the locked black box down on a table, takes a key from his&lt;br /&gt;pocket, and opens it, reverently. He takes a&lt;br /&gt;bundle of some kind out and hands it to Tabitha, and then a piece of a&lt;br /&gt;newspaper that reads, 'Billionaire Walker Shot&lt;br /&gt;to Death.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack (voice-over): My sister did not live past her 23rd birthday. A&lt;br /&gt;group of men raped and killed her. They&lt;br /&gt;stuffed her in a dumpster, three blocks rom our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Now we see some of the contents of the box. There are books, papers, oil&lt;br /&gt;certificates, and photographs. Edward pulls&lt;br /&gt;one particular photograph out, and holds it up to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;August: My brother worked in an emergency room downtown. A drug addict&lt;br /&gt;came in with a wound to his ribs. My brother&lt;br /&gt;tried to dress the wound. He pulled a gun from his jacket, then he shot my&lt;br /&gt;brother through his left eye.&lt;br /&gt;We see the photo now. It is a shot of most of the elders, and the year&lt;br /&gt;appears to be 1980, maybe a little earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Alice Hunt is there, holding baby Lucius in her arms. Edward and Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;are there, Tabitha pregnant with Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clack and Victor stand in the background, shyly. Robert and Vivian&lt;br /&gt;Percy are there. Little Noah is not with them,&lt;br /&gt;though he probably is older than Lucius. And August Nicholson and his wife&lt;br /&gt;stand off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: My husband, Michael, left for the supermarket at a quarter past&lt;br /&gt;nine in the morning. He was found with no&lt;br /&gt;money and no clothes, in the East River, three days later.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: My father was shot by a business partner, who then hanged himself&lt;br /&gt;in my father's closet. They had argued&lt;br /&gt;over money. I am a professor. I teach American History at the University&lt;br /&gt;of Pennsylvania. I have an idea that I&lt;br /&gt;would like to talk to you about.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There is a siren. We see a view from the inside of a vehicle. Ivy has&lt;br /&gt;just managed the climb to to top of the wall,&lt;br /&gt;and has dropped down on the other side. The driver of the vehicle talks&lt;br /&gt;through a walkie-talkie.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Mile 27. There's a girl. I'm gonna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;He drives up to her, whooping his siren a few times. She looks about in&lt;br /&gt;confusion. The side of the truck reads&lt;br /&gt;Walker Wildlife Preserve. The driver gets out and approaches, her, tidying&lt;br /&gt;his brown uniform. He looks about&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two or twenty-three. We only see him.&lt;br /&gt;Driver (stern): You're not allowed to go in there. Please return to your&lt;br /&gt;vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (shaky): What was that noise?&lt;br /&gt;Driver (confused): What are you doing out here? How- how'd you get here?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Are you from the towns?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Uh... Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we see Ivy. There is some dirt on the edges of her sleeves and&lt;br /&gt;the bottom of her dress. She clasps her&lt;br /&gt;bruised and bleeding hands together in front of her. Her eyes are held&lt;br /&gt;low.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: The woods.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: You came from the woods? In there?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Will you help me? I need to find a doctor of medicine. I must find&lt;br /&gt;these things, we must make haste.&lt;br /&gt;She takes the list out of the waist of her dress.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Listen, ma'am. I'm just supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;He trails off. Ivy looks very sad, but she holds the paper out to him in&lt;br /&gt;her hands. He sighs and takes it from her,&lt;br /&gt;and looks at it.&lt;br /&gt;Driver (concerned): Is someone hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy (near tears): Please, sir, we must make haste.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Well you... you live in there?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I do, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Walkie-talkie: Breaker.&lt;br /&gt;The driver picks up his radio and brings it to his face, about to check in.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Kevin. You have kindness in your voice. I did not expect that.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin pauses a moment, but then he seems to come to a decision. It is the&lt;br /&gt;right one.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: We have guard shacks every ten miles around the perimeter of the&lt;br /&gt;preserve. We keep medical supplies in there&lt;br /&gt;in case of animal bites or related injuries.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is hopeful, almost stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: You can find the things written on the paper?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin nods, but she does not see it. He may not yet have realized that she&lt;br /&gt;is blind.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: You have to wait here.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Please, sir. Please... take this as payment.&lt;br /&gt;She holds out her father's pocket-watch to the young man. He kind of&lt;br /&gt;smiles, wary, and looks around.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Wait... wait you're not... you're not trickin' me are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Ivy. Ivy Elizabeth Walker.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Inside the guard shack, the man on the walkie-talkie sits reading a&lt;br /&gt;newspaper. It is full of horrible stories about&lt;br /&gt;murdered chldren, people dying in combat, and serial killers. There are&lt;br /&gt;bad stories on the radio, too. Kevin drives&lt;br /&gt;up. The man looks at Kevin as he comes in.&lt;br /&gt;Man: What's with the girl? I tried calling you back on the walkie, you&lt;br /&gt;didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: OH, it was just some teenagers. They were lost.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Can I give you some advice? Don't get into conversations. You start&lt;br /&gt;talkin', you start gettin' into how some&lt;br /&gt;estate is payin' all of us, and no one's allowed to go in there and disturb&lt;br /&gt;the animal sanctuary. People's interest&lt;br /&gt;gets piqued. It's a really easy gig, Kevin. Maintain and protect the&lt;br /&gt;border. A few years ago, it got out in the&lt;br /&gt;papers that some government guys had been paid off to keep plane routes&lt;br /&gt;from flying over this place. That was a very&lt;br /&gt;stresful time for me. Don't cause me any troubles. Do not get into&lt;br /&gt;conversations.&lt;br /&gt;The man goes back to his newspaper. Kevin walks over to the side table and&lt;br /&gt;munches on some snacks, all the while&lt;br /&gt;putting the items on Ivy's list in his pocket, including antibiotics. He&lt;br /&gt;walks to the door, then as an afterthought,&lt;br /&gt;he turns back to his boss.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Hey, Jay, where's the maintenance ladder? I n-need to fix a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Jay: It's in the back.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ivy makes her way back through the forest, using her stick as a guide. She&lt;br /&gt;is near the stream she was told to follow.&lt;br /&gt;The forest is quiet now. No creatures live here.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There is a beeping from Kevin's jeep. The door is open, and a ladder is&lt;br /&gt;propped on the side. The watch is hanging&lt;br /&gt;from his rearview mirror. He sits there, in the middle of the road,&lt;br /&gt;stunned.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The elders have gathered in the sick room, keeping vigil over his frail&lt;br /&gt;body. The villagers dash about outside,&lt;br /&gt;excited. A boy runs up to the door to deliver a message.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ivy has returned with medicines from the towns. She was attacked by&lt;br /&gt;a creature and killed it.&lt;br /&gt;He dashes off. Vivian begins to sob over her lost son.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Noah. Oh, God.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: We will find him. We will give him... a proper burial. We will&lt;br /&gt;tell the others... he was killed by the&lt;br /&gt;creatures. Your son has made our stories real. Noah has given us a chance&lt;br /&gt;to continue this place. If that is&lt;br /&gt;something... we still wish for.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the elders stand. Robert stands, too, and then Vivian. There&lt;br /&gt;son's sacrifice will not be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, cloak gone, makes her way inside, and hands the sack with medicines to&lt;br /&gt;August. 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Here you go. He was HILARIOUS on it, just so's you know's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: January 10th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: (Introducing him...talking about his WTL performance) He does a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;job...and you know something...this guy is a trooper. He was sick as a dog and we&lt;br /&gt;called and said we need you (makes noises of how Joaquin could barely talk)...so he&lt;br /&gt;gets up out of his sick bed and he's here and I couldn't be more grateful to him...here&lt;br /&gt;he is! (Loud cheering from audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP comes out (black pants, black jacket, blue button-down shirt, hair falling across&lt;br /&gt;forehead...and barely hugs Jay because he's sick...smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: So how you feeling, any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: A little better, you guys gave me some stuff back there so I've been swallowing&lt;br /&gt;that...so how do we start? Usually you go 'how are you', I say 'everything's great' and&lt;br /&gt;we do the thing...but now I'm feeling very down and I'm contagious so don't hug me or&lt;br /&gt;anything (looking around at audience, smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: When did you first realize you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: It was Saturday I started feeling off and then Sunday too...it was this&lt;br /&gt;cinematographer Sean who gave it to me. Then Monday I woke up and I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;breathe, head aching, the whole thing and I didn't think I'd make it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Do you want a cough drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Oh that's adorable! Thank you very much...(picks up cough drop out of little bowl&lt;br /&gt;and very sweetly sticks it inside his jacket pocket) "I’ll take it to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: I find it very interesting you know who gave it to you because I'm like that...I'll be&lt;br /&gt;shaking hands and I'll see this guy and I'll think to myself "oh no he's sick" and then I'll&lt;br /&gt;get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Cause you come out and do the whole thing (gestures a hand shake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: I get every disease there is. Do you ever have it happen to you like this happened&lt;br /&gt;to me the other day...I got up and thought 'I feel great', I took a shower...my wife was&lt;br /&gt;still asleep...I hadn't spoken yet and said 'honey I'm going to work' (makes croaking&lt;br /&gt;noises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Yeah...the trick sickness...it fakes you out sometimes...you get up and you think&lt;br /&gt;you're ok. This happened to me today...I took a nap and I thought I was ok...you&lt;br /&gt;know you do like one eye first to see if it's cool, then two eyes-pretty good-you're like&lt;br /&gt;'wait a minute, I think I got this baby' (stands up...jerks leg out)...it just hits you...my&lt;br /&gt;leg seized up! I'm trying to get dressed to come here, I'm putting on the wrong&lt;br /&gt;jacket...(points down at his combat boots)...look at these! I don't even know what&lt;br /&gt;these are! It was a total catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: (laughing hysterically) ...Well when I went to see you in the dressing room, you&lt;br /&gt;were lying back with one eye open to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: It's Dracul...you do the Dracul (tilts head back...crosses arms over his&lt;br /&gt;chest)...cause you don't want to move at all...everything hurts so you try and you just&lt;br /&gt;stay still...it'll go away (eyes closed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Do you have any remedies? Any special tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: No, I just take whatever's available...but there's all that weird stuff...elderberry&lt;br /&gt;root...weird roots, it's like a witches brew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well, it's funny how you know you won't go to a doctor, a trained professional,&lt;br /&gt;but your idiot friend down the street says 'take this' and they'll boil something and&lt;br /&gt;you'll drink that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: But you get so desperate you know what I mean? You're just laying there and&lt;br /&gt;you're like 'fine...anything..here...I’ll take it'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: So you just got a new house right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Yeah, well I got it awhile ago but I haven't done the full move-in. I haven't&lt;br /&gt;unpacked anything so it looks like I just moved in but I've had it for like 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;(audience laughs)...How do you do that? How do you do the REAL move in??? You&lt;br /&gt;have to go shopping and buy the things?? (makes face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: I don't like to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Now you mean shopping for like drapes? or furniture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Well, like a chest of drawers...I mean to me it's like you get the thing and you put&lt;br /&gt;the stuff in it but other people are like 'no that's oak and you wanna get pine and the&lt;br /&gt;right edge and the varnish' (in funny voice)...but I just put the thing in it and it's done!&lt;br /&gt;So now I just have boxes with shirts stacked in them...it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: So you got pictures hanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: I just put em' on the floor! (big smile)...I think it's easier to see that&lt;br /&gt;way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: (looking up like he's looking at a wall) ...you could hurt your neck that way, it's a&lt;br /&gt;perfect level (gestures to floor)...I have a very bad neck since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: So you're not handy at all? Not a hammer swinging guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: NO...Not at ALL. (reaches for cup on table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Do you want some good tea cause that's got ice in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: (freezes...stares down at cup) See that's the thing! I don't know! If you say don't do&lt;br /&gt;it I'm not gonna do it! (laughing...smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well, try it and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: It's really, really good...it is. But I don't know what happens later! Like right now&lt;br /&gt;it's good...but who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: (laughing) we'll go to commercial and come back in just a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Welcome back everybody! We've just gone through medical trials with Joaquin&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, who has had the ice drink and now is trying the good tea. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: (looks around...deep in thought)...You're right, it's the warm one...yeah...does&lt;br /&gt;everybody know that? Am I the last one to find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well it was just theory but now you have proven it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: (laughs)...the warm one...yeah...thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well, congratulations on the Golden Globe nomination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Thank you very much (audience cheers loudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Remarkable performance. And you got to meet Johnny cash? How cool was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: It was amazing...it was actually before I knew about the film. I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;they were MAKING a film about him. I was invited through a mutual friend, James&lt;br /&gt;Gray to have dinner with him and it was certainly intimidating. I get to meet Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Cash! But John and June were such amazing, warm, unpretentious kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately you feel like part of their family and strangely enough June said that to&lt;br /&gt;me...(in higher voice) 'You'll have to come down here to Hendersonville and visit with&lt;br /&gt;us' and I thought well that's odd, why would I do that and she said 'Well you're family&lt;br /&gt;now' (swats hand like she's hit him on the shoulder). And that's the kind of people they&lt;br /&gt;were. It was an amazing experience...and John quoted some lines of dialogue from a&lt;br /&gt;movie I did called Gladiator...it's so odd but here is this amazing artist that's quoted all&lt;br /&gt;the time. Like everybody I know has quoted 'I shot a man in Reno just to watch him&lt;br /&gt;die' ...You know what I mean? And he was quoting dialogue that I had said...It was&lt;br /&gt;surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well, that's pretty cool! And I know he died in 2003, did he know you were going&lt;br /&gt;to play him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Yeah he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: You never played guitar or sang before this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: No. It was something I felt like I had to do, and you know...John was a great&lt;br /&gt;performer but technically he wasn't the best guitar player.&lt;br /&gt;JP: (after saying John wasn't technically the best guitar player)...Essentially it was very&lt;br /&gt;simple...I basically play just three chords, but he had a very unique way of playing. It&lt;br /&gt;was something...you know...just the way he held the guitar. It was so distinct. And so&lt;br /&gt;that's what I did at first was just learn to hold it. I just walked around with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;for three months before I ever really learned how to play. But it was a great&lt;br /&gt;experience...that's what's great about being an actor. You get to try all these things that&lt;br /&gt;you'd never get to do you know...cause I tried once when I was young to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;and I was terrible at it, it hurt my hands, I gave it up...I did like two lessons and I gave&lt;br /&gt;it up. And so when I bought the guitar this time, I was like 'is this gonna happen again,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm gonna be able to do it'. I have kind of a bad track record with&lt;br /&gt;this...don't know if I can stick with it. (smiling) So I just forced myself to play it each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: The thing I thought was really cool was that you got the walk down. Cause in the&lt;br /&gt;70's and 80's I'd worked with him a couple of times and when he came in the&lt;br /&gt;room...'Hello everybody, I'm Johnny Cash' (in deep voice)...when he would do&lt;br /&gt;that...whew! You'd just get chills. And did you practice the whole walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Yeah, (laughing)...yeah it's ridiculous...like if you could see an actor at home&lt;br /&gt;rehearsing alone...like I’m just walking around my house trying to do this walk. But&lt;br /&gt;when I watch these tapes on him, like he walked with his toes pointed out. And he&lt;br /&gt;never seemed to bend his knees. And I think it was probably because he was so&lt;br /&gt;tall...just a big guy you know...and he just had this stride. And so I would just walk&lt;br /&gt;around my house just doing circles, just doing laps around my house with the guitar&lt;br /&gt;on. If anybody ever looked in the window (smiling)...they must have thought 'what the&lt;br /&gt;hell is that guy doing'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: And you know what looked different? You didn't look like you. And I&lt;br /&gt;realized...what did you do to your hair? Something was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Well, my hair is a catastrophe on the best of days....but when I started prepping it&lt;br /&gt;you know...I started kind of trying to do a pompadour. And I was looking at my&lt;br /&gt;hairline and I was looking at pictures of him...and something was off and I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;figure it out, then I realized I have a bit of a widow's peak...like this line that comes&lt;br /&gt;down (slight cheer from the audience)...what's that? is that a good thing? (laughs)...I&lt;br /&gt;don't know...apparently someone likes that ...and so I shaved it off. And it was&lt;br /&gt;amazing cause the moment I did that, I was like 'yes that's it'! But you know, when it&lt;br /&gt;was growing back, it was ridiculous (laughing), I had an inch here...it was kinda spiked&lt;br /&gt;and strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: I mean, when you're so into this character, and you're not on stage, would you be&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash at home? Did you just try to stay in character...sort of 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;during the filming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: Those lines get blurred...I mean you know...it's such a strange process. Even when&lt;br /&gt;you're acting, you're not trying to be anything you know what I mean? That's kind of&lt;br /&gt;the first mistake. You don't go home...you don't try to do it. Your life kind of alters&lt;br /&gt;dramatically...I mean first just going on location...going to Memphis for three&lt;br /&gt;months...and you know all I did was play John's songs. And you know, you kind of get&lt;br /&gt;rid of your clothes...you don't talk to your friends, you don't do those things that you&lt;br /&gt;kind of normally do that help define you. So I think, inevitably your character starts&lt;br /&gt;changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Well, let's show people a clip. This is a scene where you're trying to get Reese, as&lt;br /&gt;June Carter, on stage to sing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: I don't know what scene this is...I’m sorry. I always mess this up! (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: No, you're doing great! You should be sick all the time! You're a great guest.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look...here's a scene from 'Walk the Line'....Good Job! Joaquin...fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. I can't thank you enough...good luck at the Golden Globes and&lt;br /&gt;the Oscars. Get back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP: (waves and smiles to everyone...loud cheering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... i'm not THAT obsessed with Joaquin that I would write down EVERYTHING  that he says. I got it from this one website and I just gotta say.... the girl who did this.... you need to get a life. Get a hobby. bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(got pics of Joaq on Jay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114358500142984459?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114358500142984459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114358500142984459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114358500142984459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114358500142984459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/joaquin-phoenix-on-jay-leno.html' title='Joaquin Phoenix on Jay Leno'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114297960553591897</id><published>2006-03-21T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:20:05.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this picture of him. He looks like a little boy!! *kiss, kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114297960553591897?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114297960553591897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114297960553591897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114297960553591897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114297960553591897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-pictures_21.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114230420815063033</id><published>2006-03-13T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:43:28.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home of the Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl75.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl75.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You'll find me at the Home of the Blues..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Home of the Blues (love that song too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114230420815063033?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114230420815063033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114230420815063033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230420815063033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230420815063033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-of-blues.html' title='Home of the Blues'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114230357434809992</id><published>2006-03-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:32:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl72.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl72.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "We got married in a fever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jackson    (love that song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114230357434809992?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114230357434809992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114230357434809992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230357434809992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230357434809992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/jackson.html' title='Jackson'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114230315075156809</id><published>2006-03-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:25:50.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is from the scene where Joaquin is singin Get Rhythm. (hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114230315075156809?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114230315075156809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114230315075156809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230315075156809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230315075156809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-rhythm.html' title='Get Rhythm'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114230252102996862</id><published>2006-03-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:15:21.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese165.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese165.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese166.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese166.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese168.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese168.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese167.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese167.0.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all all from Oprah, thank you Oprah. I wish I had pics of Joaquin too but they aren't .jpeg. poop. I'll try tho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114230252102996862?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114230252102996862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114230252102996862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230252102996862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114230252102996862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114227055164031788</id><published>2006-03-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:22:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't she cute!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114227055164031788?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114227055164031788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114227055164031788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114227055164031788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114227055164031788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more_13.html' title='More...............'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114226935870952383</id><published>2006-03-13T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:02:44.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quotes</title><content type='html'>I got em! More quotes!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luther Perkins- {to Johnny Cash} "That boy Elvis sure likes to talk poon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-June Carter- {on stage with John} "We've got all these people revved up, John. Now c'mon, let's sing Jackson for 'em."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- Youv'e got me all revved up. Now I've asked you forty different ways and it's time you come up with a fresh answer."&lt;br /&gt;*June Carter- "Please sing"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- "I'm asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now, I know I said and done a lotta things, that I hurt you, but I promise, I'll never do that to you again. I only want to take care you you. I will not leave you like that little dutch boy with your finger in the dam."&lt;br /&gt;*June Carter- [shakes head]&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- You're my best friend. Marry me."&lt;br /&gt;*June Carter- [looks at John]-"Alright"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash-"Yeah?" [They kiss and crowd cheers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luther Perkins [to the cops]- Say officer, how do you get those shirts so.... stiff?"&lt;br /&gt;*Officer- "Just starch"&lt;br /&gt;*Luther- "Hmmm... that's real nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Cash- "I haven't talked about Jack in a long time. After he died I talked about him all the time, but I guess people grew tired of it. So I just stopped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-June Carter- "There's too many 'if's' in that sentence."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- "Only one actually. There's only one 'if' in that sentence, June.&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- [looking at Jerry Lee] "I-I thought it was a good point. I mean, there is only one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Cash- "You got anything against the Air Force?"&lt;br /&gt;*Sam Phillips- "No..."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny Cash- "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Cash [on tour bus] "June?, June" (waking her up)&lt;br /&gt;*June Carter- "Whats wrong John?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "I don't know. Bad dreams, memories"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Well, you need to get some sleep, sweetie. You did good tonight and we got another show tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "Yeah. Hey, I was thinkin... I think it's time now. I think it's about time."&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Time for what?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "For you and me.. to get married"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Go to sleep John."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "I don't wanna sleep. I wanna marry you and I'm tellin you, it's the time."&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Well, I am tellin you, with a hundred percenty certainy, that it is not the time. It's not about time. It's not the right time, it's not even quarter to the right time."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "June, how do you know-"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "You haven't been clean even six months"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "C'mon"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Except for a honeymoon you have not even thought about what you're askin me"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "Yes I have... yes I have. That's all I thought about"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Well, how's it gonna work, John? Where we gonna live? What about my girls? What about your girls? Look at your parents John. Your daddy won't even look at me"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "That stuff will just work itself out"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "No. It does not work itself out. People work it out for you and you think it works itself out"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "You're scared"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "What?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "You're scared of bein in love, you're scared of losin control and you know what June Carter, I think you're scared of livin in my big fat shadow... that's your problem"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Oh really. Is that my problem?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "Yeah, yeah it is"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "My problem is it's two am. My problem is I'm asleep. I'm on a tour bus with eight stinkin men. Rule number one, don't propose to a girl on a bus, you got that? Rule number two, don't tell her it's because you had a bad dream."&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "June..."&lt;br /&gt;*June- "What?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "Marry me"&lt;br /&gt;*June- [stares at Cash]&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- Okay, but that's... that's the last time I'm askin"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "Good, I hate reruns"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny- "June?...." [outside her dressing room]&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "What you're not talkin to me?"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "You are not allowed to speak to me tonight. The only place you're allowed to speak to me is on-stage, do you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "What'd I do?"&lt;br /&gt;*June- "I dont' know. Why you don't ask your big fat shadow"&lt;br /&gt;*Johnny- "C'mon baby..."&lt;br /&gt;*June- "C'mon baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby" [slams door in Cash's face]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114226935870952383?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114226935870952383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114226935870952383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114226935870952383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114226935870952383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-quotes.html' title='More Quotes'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114177045863427453</id><published>2006-03-07T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:27:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALALALALA!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese730.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese730.0.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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl504.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl504.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl551.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sorry, it's hard comin up with different titles! sorry again! Isn't she cute!! I know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114177045863427453?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114177045863427453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114177045863427453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114177045863427453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114177045863427453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/lalalalalala.html' title='LALALALALALA!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114159030869788071</id><published>2006-03-05T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:25:08.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin221.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;br /&gt;i got MORE!!!!! hmmmmm......... isn't he gorgeous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114159030869788071?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114159030869788071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114159030869788071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114159030869788071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114159030869788071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more_05.html' title='MORE...........'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114144276447635020</id><published>2006-03-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:26:04.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are humungo, click on the pic and they'll become bigger, smart-ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114144276447635020?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114144276447635020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114144276447635020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114144276447635020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114144276447635020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-of-reese.html' title='More of Reese'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114140774443487422</id><published>2006-03-03T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:42:24.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'n Roll Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl76.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rock 'n Roll Ruby&lt;/span&gt;! But this post isn't about that! anyway... more pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114140774443487422?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114140774443487422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114140774443487422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114140774443487422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114140774443487422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-n-roll-ruby.html' title='Rock &apos;n Roll Ruby'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114117477993419453</id><published>2006-02-28T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:59:39.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="310" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl153.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WALK THE LINE came out TODAY!!!! WOO HOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114117477993419453?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114117477993419453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114117477993419453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114117477993419453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114117477993419453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/woo-hoo_28.html' title='WOO HOO!!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114038754393068743</id><published>2006-02-19T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:19:03.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl151.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My FAVORITE picture of him! I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114038754393068743?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114038754393068743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114038754393068743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114038754393068743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114038754393068743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114031234240589341</id><published>2006-02-18T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:28:07.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/sjp11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/sjp11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i also LOVE Sarah Jessica Parker!! she's FABULOUS in Sex and the City!! LOVE her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114031234240589341?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114031234240589341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114031234240589341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114031234240589341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114031234240589341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/sjp.html' title='SJP'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114028547405174324</id><published>2006-02-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:57:54.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now regardless that only 9 ppl have looked at my profile, i'm not gonna hurt you if you leave a comment. Leave one just for me or if you have a question, well ASK it please!! i'm dyin here!! i'm not gonna bite ur head off!! bye y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114028547405174324?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114028547405174324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114028547405174324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028547405174324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028547405174324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/comments.html' title='COMMENTS'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114028482251872237</id><published>2006-02-18T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:49:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl90.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl90.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl91.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl91.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl92.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl92.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl93.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl93.1.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU I HAD THEM!!! (HE JUST PROPOSED AND SHE SAID...... YES!! UGH, CAN'T WAIT!!!!) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;AND THEY BECOME MUCH BIGGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114028482251872237?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114028482251872237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114028482251872237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028482251872237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028482251872237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/kiss-series.html' title='The Kiss Series'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114028382353294088</id><published>2006-02-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:30:23.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Reese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I NEED pictures of reese on here! i mean SERIOUSLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114028382353294088?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114028382353294088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114028382353294088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028382353294088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114028382353294088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-reese.html' title='More Reese'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021680731205780</id><published>2006-02-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:53:27.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't KNOW!!</title><content type='html'>Idk what to write to y'all...... my cousin is here and she's torturing the kats. Shes waking them up. My tooth REALLY hurts. I might have a cavity. It really huuuurrrrtttss!! wahhhh. oh well, gonna go watch Just Like Heaven now!! talk later! bye y'all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021680731205780?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021680731205780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021680731205780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021680731205780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021680731205780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t KNOW!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021569898752549</id><published>2006-02-17T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:36:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE OPRAH!! i didn't see em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl99.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl99.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl106.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a KISS series here, somewhere. hmmmmm.......   (if you click on them, they MAGICALLY become BIGGER!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021569898752549?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021569898752549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021569898752549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021569898752549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021569898752549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-oprah-i-didnt-see-em.html' title='MORE OPRAH!! i didn&apos;t see em!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021545300139980</id><published>2006-02-17T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:30:53.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All from OPRAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl79.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl79.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl81.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl81.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl82.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl82.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl80.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl80.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl77.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl77.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got them ALL from OPRAH!! woo hoo, go OPRAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021545300139980?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021545300139980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021545300139980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021545300139980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021545300139980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-from-oprah.html' title='All from OPRAH!!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021486277091466</id><published>2006-02-17T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:21:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl73.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know! i'm obsessed with this picture thing but i've never been able to put pictures on here! i'm kinda SLOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021486277091466?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021486277091466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021486277091466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021486277091466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021486277091466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/more.html' title='More......'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021455713381309</id><published>2006-02-17T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:15:57.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my FAVORITES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl62.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they CUTE? i know!! i'm trying to get another pic on here but it won't WORK!! poop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021455713381309?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021455713381309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021455713381309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021455713381309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021455713381309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-of-my-favorites.html' title='one of my FAVORITES!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021422464547201</id><published>2006-02-17T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:10:24.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully it will WORK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/wtl117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/wtl117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a bigger one of these!! i'll see if it works!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021422464547201?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021422464547201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021422464547201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021422464547201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021422464547201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/hopefully-it-will-work.html' title='Hopefully it will WORK!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021386037545870</id><published>2006-02-17T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:04:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i NEED a picture of reese on here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/reese257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/reese257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this picture of her! it's one of my FAVORITES!! FEBRUARY 28, get here SOON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021386037545870?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021386037545870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021386037545870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021386037545870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021386037545870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-picture-of-reese-on-here.html' title='i NEED a picture of reese on here!!'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114021317582914028</id><published>2006-02-17T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:57:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all~ Here are some memorable quotes from Walk The Line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-"We're all goin to hell. We're all goin to hell for the songs we sing. God gave us a great big apple, SEE. And he said, 'Don't touch it!' He didn't say touch it once in a while, He didn't say take a nibble when you're hungry. He said 'DON'T TOUCH IT! Don't THINK about touchin, don't SING about touching, don't THINK about SINGIN about touchin it'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about me, Jerry Lee? Am I goin to hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No June, you're beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleepy is what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's makin me fall in love with her", Jerry Lee to Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feel my heart. Sincerely, it's just a beatin for ya!" ~Jerry Lee Lewis and June Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-Elvis Presely (Tyler Hilton)- "Want some chili fries?", to Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-June Carter- "You got a hitch in your giddy-up?", to Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-June Carter- "Y'all can't walk no line"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Got some more but can't think of em, i'll try. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114021317582914028?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114021317582914028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114021317582914028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021317582914028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114021317582914028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114014522014818289</id><published>2006-02-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:02:54.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm about to go to bed but i thought that i would just say bye before i got off. You may all think that i'm OBSESSED with Walk the Line but really, i'm not! It's my favorite movie and if you have a question about something IN the movie or just something in general about it, i'm the gal you need. I can answer any question you might have from where Johnny (Joaquin) got the inspiration to start singing to what June (Reese) was wearing in one scene. So i'm the gal to go to if you have any questions. Ok? I'll be on tomorrow and will update then. See you tommorow. Bye y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114014522014818289?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114014522014818289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114014522014818289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114014522014818289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114014522014818289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-yall_114014522014818289.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22511446.post-114014457581830412</id><published>2006-02-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:51:15.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/1600/joaquin97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/857/2290/320/joaquin97.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22511446-114014457581830412?l=pinkyfish123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/feeds/114014457581830412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22511446&amp;postID=114014457581830412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114014457581830412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22511446/posts/default/114014457581830412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyfish123.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool-one.html' title='Cool One'/><author><name>Clairessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00766412909428165564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/pinkyfish123/sj430.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
