<?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-6964174901726287616</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:50:33.208-08:00</updated><category term='black friday'/><category term='toys r us'/><category term='architecture class'/><category term='odd facts'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='college'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='newbie'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Melancholic Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a confused teenager.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-5180394434651837567</id><published>2007-12-11T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:47:09.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Nutella: greatest invention EVER</title><content type='html'>School has been less than interesting. Winter break starts in 6 (school) days, I excempted my English final (my only &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; one) and I feel no reason for going the rest of this semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously so siked for Christmas. So siked I can't find anything else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-5180394434651837567?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5180394434651837567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=5180394434651837567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/5180394434651837567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/5180394434651837567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/12/nutella-greatest-invention-ever.html' title='Nutella: greatest invention EVER'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-1437060430087609432</id><published>2007-12-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:01:56.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture class'/><title type='text'>The teacher isn't looking</title><content type='html'>I'm in architecute class, not doing architecture. My million dollar house has a completled floorplan, but no elevation plan. Poo. I don't want to work. I'm really hungry and (sorta kinda) looking forward to lunch, but I have absolutley no appetite. I'm in no particular mood, but I don't want to be bothered by anyone right now. Perhaps that is a mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird fact of the day I aquired by surfing the web instead of drafting my house: the most popular day to be born in America is October 5th. The least common day to be born is May 22nd. Odd, right? I figured someone born on 10/5 would have to be conceived around New Years, and to be born on 5/22, it'd put your conception date around mid-August. Maybe it's just too hot? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-1437060430087609432?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437060430087609432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=1437060430087609432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1437060430087609432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1437060430087609432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/12/teacher-isnt-looking.html' title='The teacher isn&apos;t looking'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-7372918036185911909</id><published>2007-12-02T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:40:41.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Two years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDpTGDfVezg/R1NekhGVchI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uHgZawf8GIA/s1600-R/2YEAR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDpTGDfVezg/R1NekhGVchI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2IkaBFr5y4A/s320/2YEAR.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139555581213110802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was mine and Eric's TWO YEAR anniversary! It's hard to believe we've been together this long. Last night we went to see the Christmas parade downtown, and tonight we went to Abuelo's, which is, by the way, one of the best Mexican resturaunts since Chi Chi's. (I miss Chi Chi's. Anyone else remember them?) I drew Eric a homemade card on MS Paint of us holding hands with little pink hearts erupting from our heads. Somehow it seemed so much more appropriate than a store bought card with a cheesey poem written inside neither of us really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday, which means I'm contemplating suicide. Just kidding, of course! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-7372918036185911909?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7372918036185911909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=7372918036185911909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/7372918036185911909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/7372918036185911909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-years.html' title='Two years!'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDpTGDfVezg/R1NekhGVchI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2IkaBFr5y4A/s72-c/2YEAR.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-1888216757058729533</id><published>2007-11-29T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:55:03.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>First step to next year</title><content type='html'>I just applied online to Asbury University. If I get in, I don't even know if I'll go. It's $31,000 &lt;i&gt;a year&lt;/i&gt; whereas UK is only $7,000. Haven't applied there yet, but I reckon it's the school I'll go to. Call it a gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother yelled at me this morning for literally nothing. What is wrong with her? All she does is nag, nag, nag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside; I feel like hot cocoa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-1888216757058729533?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1888216757058729533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=1888216757058729533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1888216757058729533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1888216757058729533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-step-to-next-year.html' title='First step to next year'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-6895012027476359644</id><published>2007-11-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:32:44.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a</title><content type='html'>worrier. I need to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was so boring today. I haven't had a good nights sleep in weeks. I'm completley exhausted. If only skipping tomorrow was an option, but I have a freshmen class of bad writers to explain homophones to. Terrific!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-6895012027476359644?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6895012027476359644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=6895012027476359644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/6895012027476359644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/6895012027476359644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-such.html' title='I am such a'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-767095820285165461</id><published>2007-11-26T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:49:59.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Confusing, tired ramblings</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I try too hard to make people happy. I often wonder if we were put on this earth to create a happy life for &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt; or a happy life for someone else. But then, how can you be happy if you're completley alone? Like anyone else, I enjoy putting smiles on people's faces; I like pleasing people and seeing them having a good time. But I never want to lose sight of what's good for &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I really don't think it's possible for you to love someone entirely if you don't love and accept &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt; entirely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring today. It's raining outside and I really just want to crawl into bed. I have tons of homework, though. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-767095820285165461?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/767095820285165461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=767095820285165461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/767095820285165461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/767095820285165461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/confusing-tired-ramblings.html' title='Confusing, tired ramblings'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-1973523755918124584</id><published>2007-11-24T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:33:11.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day</title><content type='html'>It was indeed one lazy day. Eric just went home, about to go to work. I don't understand how he pulls through night shift. When the sun goes down, that's exactly what I want to do. I can't believe tomorrow is already my last day of Thanksgiving break! I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't want to go back to school. I have such insignificant complaints, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Elf today with my dad. I'm in the Christmas spirit already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-1973523755918124584?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1973523755918124584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=1973523755918124584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1973523755918124584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/1973523755918124584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy day'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-5670227033436422551</id><published>2007-11-23T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:09:57.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>What a long day...</title><content type='html'>It wasn't really, but all my muscles feel like I ran twelve miles. I went into my mom's work at one this afternoon, to call previous customers to tell them of the contact lens sale. &lt;em&gt;Exciting,&lt;/em&gt; I know. I got home not too long ago, stuffing my face with potato bites from Arby's. (Those are amazing, btw.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric bought himself an iPod today this morning on black Friday. Two dollars off. TWO DOLLARS! That's not worth it. I'd rather sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-5670227033436422551?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5670227033436422551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=5670227033436422551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/5670227033436422551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/5670227033436422551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-long-day.html' title='What a long day...'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-2928601496868537942</id><published>2007-11-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:18:29.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys r us'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving/Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Thanksgiving. Two aunts, an uncle, three cousins and two grandparents are on their way here, and I must say I'm quite excited to see them all. I actually &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;rolled out of bed to the smell of a cooking turkey and ham. I don't eat pork because I just love little pigs, but I'll admit they do smell pretty good. Eric (the boyfriend&lt;3) doesn't get a Thanksgiving this year. He works the graveyard shift at Toys 'R Us and he worked last night. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; he has to work tonight too! He has to go in a seven, and he won't get off until five tomorrow morning. So basically he'll have two hours to say hello and goodbye to his family on this &lt;em&gt;oh so special&lt;/em&gt; holiday. I am boycotting Toys 'R Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! Perhaps an edited update after I'm stuffed with turkey and dinner rolls.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: The fam just left. I &lt;i&gt;barely&lt;/i&gt; got to speak to Eric. I have a headache and I'm extremley tired. But, I enjoyed spending time with my blood. Tomorrow shall be a day of sleeping and well, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit again: WRONG! I don't get to rest tomorrow. I have to go in to work with my mom to help out at her store. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-2928601496868537942?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2928601496868537942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=2928601496868537942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/2928601496868537942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/2928601496868537942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgivinggiving-thanks.html' title='Thanksgiving/Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964174901726287616.post-8127915588765181226</id><published>2007-11-21T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:12:25.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie'/><title type='text'>I'm not new at this,</title><content type='html'>but it's been quite a long time since I've blogged! I've had a Xanga, a Livejournal, a Blurty, etc. but none of them really clicked with me, so I decided I'd try this out. Anyway, with that being said, hello. My name is Emily and I have &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964174901726287616-8127915588765181226?l=redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8127915588765181226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964174901726287616&amp;postID=8127915588765181226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/8127915588765181226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964174901726287616/posts/default/8127915588765181226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhot-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-new-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m not new at this,'/><author><name>Emily Widy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05272149557719568523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/6yzh6og.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
