<?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-1771615008035806189</id><updated>2011-09-09T10:54:04.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>et cetera</title><subtitle type='html'>random musings to subdue my psyche</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-2455122699834714344</id><published>2010-01-03T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:14:17.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIlcny56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/98P2vVcrwpw/s1600-h/4227326458_0ac63b2976_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIlcny56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/98P2vVcrwpw/s400/4227326458_0ac63b2976_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624865762076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIlK_KOyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2whsxUlj3H4/s1600-h/4224409890_4d648a0d07_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIlK_KOyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2whsxUlj3H4/s400/4224409890_4d648a0d07_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624861028236066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIkwVo3WI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jc2K9Etl9LA/s1600-h/4224399534_95c5e7586c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIZLMCjuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fOFe2At-cT0/s400/4206720539_c8c37d8153_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624654923828962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIYhXaqJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kMf7KAYpe-Y/s1600-h/4191039948_cd43fe3626_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIYhXaqJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kMf7KAYpe-Y/s400/4191039948_cd43fe3626_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624643697256594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIYauTceI/AAAAAAAAAPE/84E5QqZf1Z0/s1600-h/4137201496_7fc1625ee3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIYauTceI/AAAAAAAAAPE/84E5QqZf1Z0/s400/4137201496_7fc1625ee3_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624641914204642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIXwgpU4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/H_0_lzCshyM/s1600-h/4133918539_a2051bdafe_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIXwgpU4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/H_0_lzCshyM/s400/4133918539_a2051bdafe_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624630582629250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIXsXcV_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/hFjGis1GZO4/s1600-h/4108611292_2e50f65060_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIXsXcV_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/hFjGis1GZO4/s400/4108611292_2e50f65060_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422624629470287858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-2455122699834714344?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/2455122699834714344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2010/01/lux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2455122699834714344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2455122699834714344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2010/01/lux.html' title='Lux'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0EIlcny56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/98P2vVcrwpw/s72-c/4227326458_0ac63b2976_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-4091895395053951158</id><published>2010-01-03T14:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:37:55.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature is our friend</title><content type='html'>I've succumbed to the fact that I won't be doing much more than scouring design blogs for the rest of the day. These are my finds thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0D0L4YmPFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oksecBO03KA/s1600-h/germaine-koh_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0D0L4YmPFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oksecBO03KA/s400/germaine-koh_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422602436305370194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;site-responsive installation by Germaine Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dzypa52VI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9oAfKD0AC30/s1600-h/paper-string-lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dzypa52VI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9oAfKD0AC30/s400/paper-string-lamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422602002791782738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper chandelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DytyoRixI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FP0Zeig112g/s1600-h/greenhouse-house-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DytyoRixI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FP0Zeig112g/s400/greenhouse-house-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600819852806930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DytQYtFkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B81kZSTjCw8/s1600-h/green-house-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DytQYtFkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B81kZSTjCw8/s400/green-house-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600810660697666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camouflauge house by Hiroshi Iguchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DyATRvsKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bhCudYF-yS8/s1600-h/rooftop-garden-new-york-greenroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DyATRvsKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bhCudYF-yS8/s400/rooftop-garden-new-york-greenroof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600038342701218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green roof in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DyAF5j9pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OupJMF-xnC0/s1600-h/recycled-leather-jewelry_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0DyAF5j9pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OupJMF-xnC0/s400/recycled-leather-jewelry_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600034751608466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recycled leather necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dx_86ynDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Gnup1c8SzzM/s1600-h/nicole-dextras-environmental-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dx_86ynDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Gnup1c8SzzM/s400/nicole-dextras-environmental-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600032340843570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;environmental art by Nicole Dextras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dx_pI5-1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/uHQ1j46LYQQ/s1600-h/Mushroom-table_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0Dx_pI5-1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/uHQ1j46LYQQ/s400/Mushroom-table_thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600027031337810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Miller Studio mushroom table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-4091895395053951158?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/4091895395053951158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer-is-my-only-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4091895395053951158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4091895395053951158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer-is-my-only-friend.html' title='Nature is our friend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/S0D0L4YmPFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oksecBO03KA/s72-c/germaine-koh_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-4576722701820097684</id><published>2009-11-28T13:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:48:38.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Corner</title><content type='html'>I am extremely bored at work right now which has led me to do some major online window shopping. I spent like an hour on etsy looking at aprons and tea infusers (the two kitchen items on want so very much for Christmas), and then probably about an hour on J.Crew as well. My checking account is near empty after the Black Friday shopping extravaganza, but I'm severely lusting over these novelty tees. Which led me to some DYI ideas. These five tees definitely have inspired my creative side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohibzanI/AAAAAAAAANc/MYskyUn4o9E/s1600/ribbons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohibzanI/AAAAAAAAANc/MYskyUn4o9E/s320/ribbons.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409219552837069426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The way these ribbons float reminds me of a waterfall. It might be interesting to use multi colors or a few different shades of green and blue.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohlwa3lI/AAAAAAAAANU/tAycFbse3t8/s1600/necklace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohlwa3lI/AAAAAAAAANU/tAycFbse3t8/s320/necklace.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409219553728847442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't see the back of this shirt, but the ribbon continues, ties, and hangs like a real necklace. The bead work will probably be time consuming, and I might but make an actual necklace with this design.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohA6xSZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UZj6ENZtWsk/s1600/corsage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohA6xSZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UZj6ENZtWsk/s320/corsage.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409219543840147858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been putting corsages on EVERYTHING lately so I think I need to start making a bunch of fabric flowers to attach to my shirts, cardigans, and heels.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFogzPbFjI/AAAAAAAAANE/zVnHBmT54_U/s1600/brown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFogzPbFjI/AAAAAAAAANE/zVnHBmT54_U/s320/brown.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409219540168676914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm very excited to finish this design. I have a brown tee from Old Navy that fits so well, but its just so boring, and I can really only dress it up with a cute necklace. This design is similar to the white tee above, but I definitely would rather just attach the ribbon and flower to the shirt.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFoh_UgjFI/AAAAAAAAANk/n4o2aO5TKXA/s1600/watercolor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFoh_UgjFI/AAAAAAAAANk/n4o2aO5TKXA/s320/watercolor.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409219560591101010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm thinking less beads and more watercolor with this shirt. I'm definitely going to have to find a waterproof way to emulate watercolor on a shirt, but I can't wait to start painting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-4576722701820097684?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/4576722701820097684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/11/craft-corner.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4576722701820097684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4576722701820097684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/11/craft-corner.html' title='Craft Corner'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SxFohibzanI/AAAAAAAAANc/MYskyUn4o9E/s72-c/ribbons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1641734899917370319</id><published>2009-10-07T11:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:10:55.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>I found out about this site through my friend's bridal blog. You can input the URL for any site with an RSS feed and it will be create a lovely design with your most frequently used words. Quite adorable. Check it out at the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SszZQXehMAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2-VmWJp1yOw/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 403px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SszZQXehMAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2-VmWJp1yOw/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389921729258795010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1641734899917370319?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1641734899917370319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1641734899917370319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1641734899917370319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SszZQXehMAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2-VmWJp1yOw/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-4110428708587522245</id><published>2009-10-05T21:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:17:35.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Daughter Day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mom came into town. Now this can either be a fun and enjoyable trip or it can be a death sentence. Last time my mom came into town she spent 15 minutes yelling at me about how I wasting my life over brunch with my bffl. Definitely not good. But this time she was on much better behavior. Since she has been to Gainesville about a hundred million times and she has seen everything this town has to offer, we settled for the usual - Oaks Mall. Stopped at VS, Ann Taylor, Gap, Express, and BR. Banana Republic is my Gainesville answer to J.Crew which is the love of my life. Of course I couldn't afford anything, but still drooled over a few pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Ssqy0Uo4UPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K9PxN9uCZT4/s1600-h/BR+monogram+avant-garde+ruffle-collar+sheath+dress+-+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Ssqy0Uo4UPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K9PxN9uCZT4/s400/BR+monogram+avant-garde+ruffle-collar+sheath+dress+-+180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389316516065333490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good work shift. I really would love to start dressing nicer for work. But impromptu fliering in 90 degrees/thunderstorms doesn't give me that luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Ssqy08J4HiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RFoJjwMpdfA/s1600-h/BR+multi-chain+and+bead+bracelet+-+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Ssqy08J4HiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RFoJjwMpdfA/s400/BR+multi-chain+and+bead+bracelet+-+45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389316526672715298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bracelet looked so great on. The green stones really pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SsqyzOhk-DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JF52sFuBSsk/s1600-h/BR+extrafine+merino+ruffle+cardigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SsqyzOhk-DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JF52sFuBSsk/s400/BR+extrafine+merino+ruffle+cardigan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389316497244223538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is right around the corner and once again, I'm obsessed with cardigans! My uniform is blouse, cardigan with sleeves rolled up, skinny belt around the waist, shorts, and sandals. I could wear this everyday year-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SsqyzgjMtcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YnWwyMDVA9A/s1600-h/BR+floral+grid+necklace+-+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SsqyzgjMtcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YnWwyMDVA9A/s400/BR+floral+grid+necklace+-+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389316502082860482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely fabulous. Someone please buy this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was followed up by a movie (Pandorum was your average, space disaster, horror film) and dinner. With a bonus of Coldstone with the bf! They got along well, it was grand. Especially since my mom now thinks she found my future husband. Appalling and amusing all at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-4110428708587522245?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/4110428708587522245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-daughter-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4110428708587522245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4110428708587522245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-daughter-day.html' title='Mom &amp; Daughter Day!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Ssqy0Uo4UPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K9PxN9uCZT4/s72-c/BR+monogram+avant-garde+ruffle-collar+sheath+dress+-+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1754562909069827162</id><published>2009-09-22T22:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:14:33.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKBOOK.nu Favs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEIaYOgfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Onq7lu6pJG4/s1600-h/325107_najlepsze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEIaYOgfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Onq7lu6pJG4/s400/325107_najlepsze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480109552894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was any look I could pull off, it would be this one. Especially since already own a variation on everything pictured. Maybe when it's no longer an average of 85, I can break out my blue blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEH7PrBhI/AAAAAAAAAME/jt-TqeBT6oU/s1600-h/323714_hvid_blazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEH7PrBhI/AAAAAAAAAME/jt-TqeBT6oU/s400/323714_hvid_blazer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480101195515410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so simple and super slimming. I can't even tell the textures of the materials, but what's great is it doesn't matter if it's jersey or a knit or silk; it still works amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEHbBoeSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QpsrhsilyFU/s1600-h/323336_119154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEHbBoeSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QpsrhsilyFU/s400/323336_119154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480092546693410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only really like details of this photo. Put together it's a bit too wild for me. I wish I knew who made this bag cause the detailing on the handles is reminiscent of my Chloe Paddington. The ring is why I chose this picture. Can I have, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEGrmIF9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Thvxx7X-HXA/s1600-h/323164_september_057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEGrmIF9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Thvxx7X-HXA/s400/323164_september_057-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480079814858706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Kapoor! This was entitled "Thin Mint" which is completely perfect. That color is perfect with her complexion. I could pull it off with sheer black tights, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEGN-qmxI/AAAAAAAAALs/alHgnKEZJvE/s1600-h/323116_b_c3_a4ttre_-_kopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEGN-qmxI/AAAAAAAAALs/alHgnKEZJvE/s400/323116_b_c3_a4ttre_-_kopia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480071864720146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo makes me miss my platinum blonde bob. It just works so well with creams. I could do without the sweater. Maybe a thinner material that matches the oversized scarf. The monochromatic look her skin, hair, sweater, and scarf plays well with the dark tinted denim and brown boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD359bhlI/AAAAAAAAALk/ojSvyOK1wdQ/s1600-h/322997_ruffled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD359bhlI/AAAAAAAAALk/ojSvyOK1wdQ/s400/322997_ruffled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479825972659794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Elle Woods went to D.C. and was dressed by Coco Chanel. That is this ensemble. I could definitely do without the shoes. Everything is so modest already. She could have a rocked a killer black stiletto, maybe ankle boot, and still look classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD3VwKGdI/AAAAAAAAALc/H1Jj3mLEEE0/s1600-h/322368_dscn3165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD3VwKGdI/AAAAAAAAALc/H1Jj3mLEEE0/s400/322368_dscn3165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479816253315538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pants are ridic, but she looks so gosh darn carefree that they must be amazing. I think being a Gator draws me to anything orange (not Tennessee or Texas orange, but Florida orange), but this just takes me back to Barcelona. I'd pull on a pair of these over a black one-piece and stroll over to a beach side cafe for a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bocadillo de cerdo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD2SisP_I/AAAAAAAAALM/yla0gMjiO2A/s1600-h/321801_palel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD2SisP_I/AAAAAAAAALM/yla0gMjiO2A/s400/321801_palel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479798211657714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this just reminds me I need to wear sheer black tights more. This is soooo simple and I feel like I could find variations of this at Urban Thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD1sgnhII/AAAAAAAAALE/WQ3e51GAhI8/s1600-h/321679_lookbook_floralpurple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmD1sgnhII/AAAAAAAAALE/WQ3e51GAhI8/s400/321679_lookbook_floralpurple2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479788002411650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby is allll vest. The colors, the material, it's like all my elementary school teachers rolled into one article of clothing. I literally love this vest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1754562909069827162?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1754562909069827162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-there-was-any-look-i-could-pull-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1754562909069827162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1754562909069827162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-there-was-any-look-i-could-pull-off.html' title='LOOKBOOK.nu Favs'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SrmEIaYOgfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Onq7lu6pJG4/s72-c/325107_najlepsze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-8222600437885182325</id><published>2009-09-21T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:45:06.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored City</title><content type='html'>Just spent my night looking up Halloween costumes alone. Finally decided on an idea I've had for a while now....DRUNK MARDI GRAS GIRL! Complete with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bottle of empty booze&lt;br /&gt;- smeared makeup&lt;br /&gt;- missing shoe&lt;br /&gt;- tramp stamp&lt;br /&gt;- shirt pulled up&lt;br /&gt;- tons of beads covering up "the goods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have everything, except the empty bottle of booze, which will be very easy to accomplish. Trying to decide if I should go with rum, tequila, or bourbon. If it's rum, it's gotta be coconut rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fantastical easy day today. Slept in til 11 after dropping off the bf at class. Only worked 4 hours. Amazing workout afterwards. It had been about 2 weeks since I'd had any sort of physical activity. The true test is if my legs will be sore tomorrow. God, i hope so. Quick trip to Publix where I bought amazingness - (1) Nutella &amp; bananas, (2) pecan pralines, and (3) VITAMINS! Publix Greenwise makes super cheap, naturally derived vitamins now. I'm going to be a good girl and take my multi v, E, C, and probiotics religiously for the next month. These v's better work some miracles! Also learned that razor blades are priced like electronics and condoms are way cheap in bulk. Although I don't see how it's possible to not use one without the other. No one likes a hairy partner! I'm oh so TMI sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-8222600437885182325?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/8222600437885182325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/8222600437885182325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/8222600437885182325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored-city.html' title='Bored City'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-6820878871783598321</id><published>2009-07-24T17:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:07:20.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I miss late nights in 111 and 252 playing drinking games and making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Taco Tuesdays and blowing hundreds of dollars in the Oaks Mall with my Lakeside roomie.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the blue house, drinking High Life on the roof and having sweaty dance parties. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Mediterranean Highlights and my best HS friend, Giselle.&lt;br /&gt;I miss CFOP trips with Tor Tor and our teeny tiny dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss random 3-hour conversations/arguments at Countryside with what has become my Gainesville family. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the excitement of planning rush, social, and service events with APX. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Allie, our lingerie dance parties, and crawling into each other's beds to laugh/cry the morning after a crazy night. &lt;br /&gt;I miss all-nighters in studio, gladiator fights with cardboard paper rolls, and when studio 422 was ballin'.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how awful Limited, Too was, and how much fun we made the work day (and night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I miss my bffl.&lt;/span&gt; No explanation needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-6820878871783598321?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/6820878871783598321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6820878871783598321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6820878871783598321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-nostalgia.html' title='SUPER nostalgia'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-5626677640540292264</id><published>2009-07-21T08:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:24:19.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get some shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW8_rbszBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8O_86lJEBoE/s1600-h/Frye+shirley+riding+boot+-+388.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW8_rbszBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8O_86lJEBoE/s320/Frye+shirley+riding+boot+-+388.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360898733631130642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9TUtcp1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fAj2RGtQd2s/s1600-h/Sam+Edelman+studded+wedge.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9TUtcp1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fAj2RGtQd2s/s320/Sam+Edelman+studded+wedge.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360899071128938322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9SqB3G0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/s4Pen2_BRmc/s1600-h/J.+Aldridge+by+Sea+of+Shoes+laced+boot+-+158.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9SqB3G0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/s4Pen2_BRmc/s320/J.+Aldridge+by+Sea+of+Shoes+laced+boot+-+158.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360899059671833410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9TM7-guI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bSYQHJXN_P0/s1600-h/Jeffrey+Campbell+marly+platform+-+128.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9TM7-guI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bSYQHJXN_P0/s320/Jeffrey+Campbell+marly+platform+-+128.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360899069042393826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9Scj8SII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cQ1aBeEiTAA/s1600-h/J.+Aldridge+by+Sea+of+Shoes+gladiator+heel+-+98.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW9Scj8SII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cQ1aBeEiTAA/s320/J.+Aldridge+by+Sea+of+Shoes+gladiator+heel+-+98.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360899056056682626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since 6 AM yet I'm still procrastinating on my Precalculus homework. Luckily Urban Outfitters has provided me a great distraction. I'm majorly lusting after the laced boots. They're available in black and tan. I'll have both please. Although I think the Jeffrey Campbell's are both in reach because they're on sale at Urban Thread on 13th. Is it so wrong that all I wanna wear is knee boots and sweater dresses? Colder temperatures are months away :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-5626677640540292264?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/5626677640540292264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-some-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/5626677640540292264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/5626677640540292264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-some-shoes.html' title='Let&apos;s get some shoes!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SmW8_rbszBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8O_86lJEBoE/s72-c/Frye+shirley+riding+boot+-+388.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-6561860190492778960</id><published>2009-07-20T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:57:47.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage by Gregory Corso</title><content type='html'>Should I get married? Should I be good?&lt;br /&gt;Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?&lt;br /&gt;Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries&lt;br /&gt;tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets&lt;br /&gt;then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries&lt;br /&gt;and she going just so far and I understanding why&lt;br /&gt;not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!&lt;br /&gt;Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone&lt;br /&gt;and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she introduces me to her parents&lt;br /&gt;back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,&lt;br /&gt;should I sit with my knees together on their 3rd degree sofa&lt;br /&gt;and not ask Where's the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;How else to feel other than I am,&lt;br /&gt;often thinking Flash Gordon soap-&lt;br /&gt;O how terrible it must be for a young man&lt;br /&gt;seated before a family and the family thinking&lt;br /&gt;We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!&lt;br /&gt;After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell them? Would they like me then?&lt;br /&gt;Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter&lt;br /&gt;but we're gaining a son-&lt;br /&gt;And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends&lt;br /&gt;and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded&lt;br /&gt;just wait to get at the drinks and food-&lt;br /&gt;And the priest! he looking at me as if I masturbated&lt;br /&gt;asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?&lt;br /&gt;And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!&lt;br /&gt;I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back&lt;br /&gt;She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-&lt;br /&gt;Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;All streaming into cozy hotels&lt;br /&gt;All going to do the same thing tonight&lt;br /&gt;The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;The lobby zombies they knowing what&lt;br /&gt;The whistling elevator man he knowing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knowing! I'd almost be inclined not to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!&lt;br /&gt;Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;running rampant into those almost climactic suites&lt;br /&gt;yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!&lt;br /&gt;O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls&lt;br /&gt;I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner&lt;br /&gt;devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy&lt;br /&gt;a saint of divorce-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should get married I should be good&lt;br /&gt;How nice it'd be to come home to her&lt;br /&gt;and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;aproned young and lovely wanting my baby&lt;br /&gt;and so happy about me she burns the roast beef&lt;br /&gt;and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair&lt;br /&gt;saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!&lt;br /&gt;God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!&lt;br /&gt;So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night&lt;br /&gt;and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books&lt;br /&gt;Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower&lt;br /&gt;like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence&lt;br /&gt;like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest&lt;br /&gt;grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to stop people killing whales!&lt;br /&gt;And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle&lt;br /&gt;Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow&lt;br /&gt;and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,&lt;br /&gt;up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,&lt;br /&gt;finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man&lt;br /&gt;knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear nor Roman coin soup-&lt;br /&gt;O what would that be like!&lt;br /&gt;Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus&lt;br /&gt;For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records&lt;br /&gt;Tack Della Francesca all over its crib&lt;br /&gt;Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib&lt;br /&gt;And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father&lt;br /&gt;Not rural not snow no quiet window&lt;br /&gt;but hot smelly tight New York City&lt;br /&gt;seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls&lt;br /&gt;a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!&lt;br /&gt;And five nose running brats in love with Batman&lt;br /&gt;And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired&lt;br /&gt;like those hag masses of the 18th century&lt;br /&gt;all wanting to come in and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;The landlord wants his rent&lt;br /&gt;Grocery store Blue Cross Gas &amp; Electric Knights of Columbus&lt;br /&gt;impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking-&lt;br /&gt;No! I should not get married! I should never get married!&lt;br /&gt;But-imagine if I were married to a beautiful sophisticated woman&lt;br /&gt;tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves&lt;br /&gt;holding a cigarette holder in one hand and a highball in the other&lt;br /&gt;and we lived high up in a penthouse with a huge window&lt;br /&gt;from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days&lt;br /&gt;No, can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O but what about love? I forget love&lt;br /&gt;not that I am incapable of love&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother&lt;br /&gt;And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible&lt;br /&gt;And there's maybe a girl now but she's already married&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like men and-&lt;br /&gt;But there's got to be somebody!&lt;br /&gt;Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,&lt;br /&gt;all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear&lt;br /&gt;and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible&lt;br /&gt;then marriage would be possible-&lt;br /&gt;Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover&lt;br /&gt;so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-6561860190492778960?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/6561860190492778960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage-by-gregory-corso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6561860190492778960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6561860190492778960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage-by-gregory-corso.html' title='Marriage by Gregory Corso'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-6328943194287785392</id><published>2009-07-12T21:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:43:07.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpertually Cloudy Days, Fine Linens, and Years of Pedigreed Breeding</title><content type='html'>I have this fantasy about the later years of my adulthood in which I buy a large estate in the English countryside where I live alone, read books all day, and have extravagant tea parties on the lawn with eccentric house guests. Hopefully there will have been some horrific murder years ago causing spirits to haunt my home. I will be intrigued by the ghosts, yet still terrified to be isolated, causing me to develop a romantic affair with the man who tends to my gardens. He will fall madly in love with me, begging me to leave my secluded home and start a life with him. I know we could be happy together, but my restless inclination will prevent me from giving into his wants. I am predestined to a life of solitude in my modern castle, but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4d/Balmoral_Castle.jpg/350px-Balmoral_Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4d/Balmoral_Castle.jpg/350px-Balmoral_Castle.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/1771615008035806189-6328943194287785392?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/6328943194287785392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/perpertually-cloudy-days-fine-linens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6328943194287785392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/6328943194287785392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/perpertually-cloudy-days-fine-linens.html' title='Perpertually Cloudy Days, Fine Linens, and Years of Pedigreed Breeding'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1615553639807193738</id><published>2009-07-03T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:14:41.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZp1KR9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G206Uno09L0/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZp1KR9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G206Uno09L0/s400/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297712064481234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZozIbpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y0-JKs86kbM/s1600-h/key+west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZozIbpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y0-JKs86kbM/s400/key+west.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297711787536018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZa0Mg2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1QZf4iv5Lcs/s1600-h/howl+o+scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZa0Mg2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1QZf4iv5Lcs/s400/howl+o+scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297708033901410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZWILkSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/my2ZZjK7UdU/s1600-h/ft+desoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZWILkSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/my2ZZjK7UdU/s400/ft+desoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297706775548194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZMDhd7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZfWe7aifL8s/s1600-h/animal+kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZMDhd7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZfWe7aifL8s/s400/animal+kingdom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297704071657394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reflecting on the past 4 years. I feel so lucky to have such an amazing best friend. He arrived in Hamburg today, and he'll be in Europe until homecoming week. If today is a good signifier, I'll still be talking to him a lot. We skyped about 6 hours after he landed. Which is going to be soooo convenient since we both of Skype on our phones. I'm just gonna miss his company, our dinner's at Moe's, how he makes fun of me, our adorable platonic flirtation. I don't have anyone in my life that compares to him. I miss my bffl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1615553639807193738?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1615553639807193738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs-and-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1615553639807193738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1615553639807193738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='Hugs and Kisses'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/Sk5JZp1KR9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/G206Uno09L0/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-7982778120154588613</id><published>2009-06-24T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:22:44.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladiators HUH!</title><content type='html'>Today was very much a great shopping today. I technically only went to 2 stores, which are actually the same story - Urban Thread on University and Urban Thread on 13th. Three great finds: baggy cargo shorts, a white beachy mini, and these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SkLEgl2998I/AAAAAAAAAI4/2C-4gYo6Yzc/s1600-h/16423733_21_b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SkLEgl2998I/AAAAAAAAAI4/2C-4gYo6Yzc/s400/16423733_21_b.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055371467093954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan Dolce Vita lace up sandals. There aren't totally impractical cause they are flats. However my feet are sweating pretty profusely with all the leather. I'm wearing them for the rest of the night to hopefully help break them in. Although I'm a little bit afraid to wear them for the entirety of the night. With my luck the worst that will happen is I will ruin my cute new shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-7982778120154588613?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/7982778120154588613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gladiators-huh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7982778120154588613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7982778120154588613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gladiators-huh.html' title='Gladiators HUH!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SkLEgl2998I/AAAAAAAAAI4/2C-4gYo6Yzc/s72-c/16423733_21_b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1995591147799349899</id><published>2009-06-03T01:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:34:20.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A spider web is tangled up in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYIQVUYFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSbjAl9Xkt4/s1600-h/DSC02263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYIQVUYFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSbjAl9Xkt4/s400/DSC02263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342967084615210658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJGXhTIZI/AAAAAAAAAII/JLpsQojQO_8/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJGXhTIZI/AAAAAAAAAII/JLpsQojQO_8/s400/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968012919218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJT3ShZnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cuEjaT0WZcs/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJT3ShZnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cuEjaT0WZcs/s400/DSC02290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968244785473138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJhPpJdlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GD8XKoIeM30/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJhPpJdlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GD8XKoIeM30/s400/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968474661123666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJtMWryKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Uvw2Yu2wGGg/s1600-h/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJtMWryKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Uvw2Yu2wGGg/s400/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968679936805026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJ2oIbwWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-bxLhU5qJQ0/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYJ2oIbwWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-bxLhU5qJQ0/s400/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968842012049762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mommy/daughter day last weekend at Kanapaha Botanical Gardens. It was absolutely beautiful. These are just a few of the one million billion catrillion photos I took during our visit. I wish I possessed an inkling of photographical talent so I could better display the beautiful landscapes. Oh well. And I wish I could say that I enjoyed my weekend with my mom, but it ended terribly, making me wish that I don't have to see her or speak to her for awhile. There's only so much "you have a stupid major, you'll never get a job with that GPA, you should have tried harder to stay in architecture" talk a girl can handle over brunch with her mom and best friend. She definitely unleashed some of my low self-esteem and overall unstable mental health I'd been trying to subdue for the past few years. Thanks, Mom! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1995591147799349899?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1995591147799349899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/06/spider-web-is-tangled-up-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1995591147799349899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1995591147799349899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/06/spider-web-is-tangled-up-in-me.html' title='A spider web is tangled up in me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SiYIQVUYFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hSbjAl9Xkt4/s72-c/DSC02263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-7505372100000511335</id><published>2009-04-13T21:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:53:12.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so true...</title><content type='html'>Stuff White People Like&lt;br /&gt;#124 Hating People Who Wear Ed Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glamgirlboutique.com/catalog/skins/default/en/images/ed-hardy-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.glamgirlboutique.com/catalog/skins/default/en/images/ed-hardy-collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often it can be easier to find common ground with a white person by talking to them about something you both hate.  Discussing things you both like might lead to an argument over who likes it more or who liked it first.  Clearly, the safest route is mutual hatred.  When choosing to talk about something that white people hate, it’s best to choose something that will allow white people to make clever comments or at the very least feel better about themselves.  Currently, the easiest way to do that is to ask a white person for their thoughts on people who wear Ed Hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Hardy is a clothing company that makes a wide range of expensive t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans.  These clothes are notable for their use of elements from classic tattoo design such as skulls, hearts, and dragons.  On the surface, the use of the words “classic” “tattoo” and “t-shirt” would seem like a logical fit for white people, but it is not.  White people hate these clothes unilaterally and it is advised that you merely accept that at face value.  If you were to ask a white person to explain why a regular size dragon logo is ok but one that goes around the neck is not, you would be trapped in a long and fruitless conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put this in proper perspective, Ed Hardy is so hated by white people that it cannot be worn ironically.  This is no small feat.  As it stands, the only other entries in this category are Nazi Uniforms, Ku Klux Klan Robes, and self-tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you cannot in good conscience have an Ed Hardy themed party, the best way to make use of this white hatred is to give your stories a little more appeal to white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you take the reasonable but not compelling story: “I got cut off in traffic this morning and when I honked the guy gave me the finger,” and replace it with: “I got cut off in traffic this morning by this guy in an Ed Hardy shirt.  I honked and then he gave me the finger!”  The story will become sixty percent more interesting to white people because it allows them to make a witty response like: “I guess that douche bag had to get to a UFC party or a nightclub event he was promoting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this up with a laugh, a high five, and a compliment about the acceptable shirt the white person is wearing and you will find yourself with a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest of the list at &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com"&gt;Stuff White People Like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-7505372100000511335?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/7505372100000511335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-we-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7505372100000511335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7505372100000511335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-we-can.html' title='Oh so true...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-4572547285958602285</id><published>2009-03-02T01:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:40:48.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>Things are starting to become monotonous, and it's getting to me. I'm tired of the same schedule, the same people, the same everything. I think I'm starting my quarter life crisis. I've never traveled anywhere by myself. I think it could be an interesting experiment. Somewhere far enough away that I feel like I've accomplished something, and close enough that it doesn't take too long en route. I've never taken my car out of state. Maybe somewhere in Georgia - Savannah, perhaps? I could go when it starts to get warmer. All I would need to bring is a good book, something to sketch with, and a camera. I'll be meeting the family in St. Augustine the last weekend in March. I could drive up that night, stay somewhere quaint, and have the whole day to explore. Even though I'm probably never going to take that trip, it's nice to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.roundamerica.com/images/best/trip-2003-04-02-GA-Savannah-Typical-tree-lined-walk-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.roundamerica.com/images/best/trip-2003-04-02-GA-Savannah-Typical-tree-lined-walk-640.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/1771615008035806189-4572547285958602285?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/4572547285958602285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanderlust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4572547285958602285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/4572547285958602285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1272772221631217567</id><published>2009-02-26T00:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:33:41.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked shoulder pads</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I had stumbled upon the most amazing inspirational collaboration of my life &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/butwdh"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/butwdh&lt;/a&gt;, I found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beckmans.se/images/towernitjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 676px; height: 422px;" src="http://www.beckmans.se/images/towernitjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Towers and Pinnacles collection by Emilie Steelie inspired by the architecture of Stockholm. I mostly just love the first dress which looks like some sort of dollhouse attached to a turquoise halter. New sewing project, perhaps? Maybe after I finish my first attempt at a scarf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1272772221631217567?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='collaboration' href='http://tinyurl.com/butwdh' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1272772221631217567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked-shoulder-pads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1272772221631217567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1272772221631217567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked-shoulder-pads.html' title='Wicked shoulder pads'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-229572889013104229</id><published>2009-02-22T22:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:02:28.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Oscar Oscar</title><content type='html'>I've never been one to really have an interest in the Academy Awards. But for some reason I turned on the E! red carpet pre-show, and I've been watching this whole extravaganza for the past 4 hours. A lot of actresses really turned it out tonight, very simple and elegant. While I enjoy the next few presentations left, I'll share some of my favorite red carpet looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzB0bcyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f0ujrvpimHY/s1600-h/Amy+Adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzB0bcyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f0ujrvpimHY/s400/Amy+Adams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840471541248802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Adams made a smart choice to wear this red Carolina Herrera number. However every time the camera was on her I keep lusting after the Fred Leighton necklace. It. Is. Stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzENT7sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jwWhgwNZOSw/s1600-h/Jessica+Biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzENT7sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jwWhgwNZOSw/s400/Jessica+Biel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840472182484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such an Angelina Jolie look. Very Grecian goddess in Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW_csO3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TbLG4NdHbac/s1600-h/Miley+Cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW_csO3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TbLG4NdHbac/s400/Miley+Cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305841089380105074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps hating on Miley Cyrus! She's 16 years old! She looks 16 years old! Yes, her Valentino dress from last year may have been more like the usual red carpet wear, but I think this Zuhair Murad dress is very inspired. It's like some sort of coastal Italian city cotillion dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzeDfYxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k5CdSzjYbB0/s1600-h/John+Legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzeDfYxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k5CdSzjYbB0/s400/John+Legend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840479120614162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have a school girl crush on John Legend, and I think he and his girlfriend Christine Teigen look adorable. The brown Prada suit was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzZAXYkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFtscd5uxvQ/s1600-h/Kate+Winslet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzZAXYkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFtscd5uxvQ/s400/Kate+Winslet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840477765329474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Gorgeous! Kate Winslet in YSL. I hope she wins for Best Actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW66lyeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/atniwJLejcE/s1600-h/Natalie+Portman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW66lyeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/atniwJLejcE/s400/Natalie+Portman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305841088163334626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Rodarte. Love Natalie Portman, Couldn't ask for more. Can I look this stunning just once please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIjdkJxkVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/79cXicyRI9k/s1600-h/Frieda+Pinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIjdkJxkVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/79cXicyRI9k/s400/Frieda+Pinto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305842301823717714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev Patel in the old BBC show Skins was too good. I really need to see Slumdog already. Frieda Pinto is gonna be on everyone's best dressed list in John Galliano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW5U1qKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/B3nelTWt9h0/s1600-h/Marion+Cotillard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIiW5U1qKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/B3nelTWt9h0/s400/Marion+Cotillard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305841087736555682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite dress of the night. I've been really obsessed with black lately. Sequins are always a favorite. And Dior is timeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-229572889013104229?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/229572889013104229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-oscar-oscar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/229572889013104229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/229572889013104229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-oscar-oscar.html' title='Oscar Oscar Oscar'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SaIhzB0bcyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f0ujrvpimHY/s72-c/Amy+Adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-118232168093312769</id><published>2009-02-18T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:30:57.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Architects do it with models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archidose.org/Blog/archinect-hatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.archidose.org/Blog/archinect-hatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fraternity's been coming up with some designs for the DCP t-shirt fundraiser, and these are amazing. So clever. I was also thinking about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-118232168093312769?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/118232168093312769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/architects-do-it-with-models.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/118232168093312769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/118232168093312769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/architects-do-it-with-models.html' title='Architects do it with models'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-2900377819029787542</id><published>2009-02-11T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:35:19.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booze. Beads. Booty. Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SZOY5dFE2jI/AAAAAAAAAE0/J3JoLVLJFl4/s1600-h/n648192734_1857756_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SZOY5dFE2jI/AAAAAAAAAE0/J3JoLVLJFl4/s400/n648192734_1857756_1240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301749299171088946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was my 22nd birthday, and I celebrated it by attending my fratenity's White Rose Formal in Tampa. Which happened to coincide (purposely) with Gasparilla!!! I hadn't been since high school when I stayed with family friends. I barely remember the all the crazy drunk people, but I do I remember the parade and all the beads. Anyways it was amazing, and I reached new levels of drunkness on Saturday night. So much so that the birthday plans I'd made with my mom and dad were cancelled so that I could just chill with my mom and recover. It was definitely a much deserved night of drinking. I've been sooooo good since...August, September, one of those months. Hahaha for the past few days I was thinking I had been that drunk since Annette's graduation party, but I forgot about the night of hookah filled with vodka. Rough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-2900377819029787542?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/2900377819029787542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/booze-beads-booty-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2900377819029787542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2900377819029787542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/booze-beads-booty-birthday.html' title='Booze. Beads. Booty. Birthday!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SZOY5dFE2jI/AAAAAAAAAE0/J3JoLVLJFl4/s72-c/n648192734_1857756_1240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-7956719864997185185</id><published>2009-02-03T02:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:13:36.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like it than you should have put a ring on it</title><content type='html'>My title has nothing to do with my post. I've just had Beyonce stuck in my head all day. "Single Ladies" and that one diva song, it's probably titled "Diva". Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SYf6yIMRb5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IBSCQ20Ym9Y/s1600-h/MA+inspired"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 529px; height: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SYf6yIMRb5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IBSCQ20Ym9Y/s400/MA+inspired" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298479225724039058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My go to remedy for restlessness has always been to turn off the lights, get under my covers, and watch Marie Antoinette on my laptop. It quickly became one of my favorite films of all time after I saw it the week it came out in theaters with my mom. We both love Sophia Coppola, and the 80's music quickly drew me in. While I have seen many, many collages, articles, editorials inspired by Marie Antoinette, I threw together this one in the past 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portrait of the Queen of France herself is also on the cover of a book I have yet to finish, but purchased back in 2007. The deserts are Japanese, and I would much rather stare at them, imagining their delicate, sugary taste than actually consume them. Adam Ant is like a cross between 18th century France and a pirate. Loves it! If I owned those shoes I would try to incorporate them into my daily ensembles even though they match just about nothing I own. And I bought some of that jasmine flowering tea a few weeks back. The taste is nothing to brag about, but it was quite fun to watch bloom. I added the Miss Dior Cherie bottled because the new ad campaign was designed and shoot by Sophia Coppola. Double loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-7956719864997185185?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/7956719864997185185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-like-it-than-you-should-have-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7956719864997185185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/7956719864997185185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-like-it-than-you-should-have-put.html' title='If you like it than you should have put a ring on it'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SYf6yIMRb5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IBSCQ20Ym9Y/s72-c/MA+inspired' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-2123885552967494777</id><published>2009-01-26T22:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:32:18.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SX6Cj46tbNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VXDumFn8wNs/s1600-h/beauty+loot"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 575px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SX6Cj46tbNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VXDumFn8wNs/s400/beauty+loot" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295813764919946450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title is completely fitting because I totally hoard my makeup purchases like pirate's treasure, rarely using the majority of it, mostly admiring it from a far. I have such an addiction to beauty products. Luckily my attempts at finding the "perfect" bronzer or shade of turquoise eyeshadow are not wasted. I may have a few too many Vera Bradley makeup bags full of slightly used products, but at least it has taught me what products are worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bare Escentuals powder foundation - $25 (medium beige as my foundation, tan as a bronzer)&lt;br /&gt;2. Urban Decay deluxe eyeshadow - $18 (Paired with a primer it stays put through a 36 hour day. I have it in 5 shades)&lt;br /&gt;3. Urban Decay liquid liner - $18 (Also lasts through a very busy day/night like the aforementioned UD deluxe eyeshadow)&lt;br /&gt;4. Urban Decay skyscraper mascara - $17 (You may have noticed I love UD eye makeup)&lt;br /&gt;5. You may be asking yourself where #5 is....truth is I cannot count and refuse to go back and correct my photoshop work.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rosebud Perfume Co. rosebud salve - $6 (no explanation needed....my HG lip balm)&lt;br /&gt;7. Tweezerman stainless steel slant tip tweezers - $20&lt;br /&gt;8. Ojon rub-out dry cleanser to-go - $10 (I've yet to purchase cause it's always sold out at Sephora and Ulta. Why pay the shipping on a $10 can of dry shampoo?)&lt;br /&gt;9. Smashbox o-plump -$24 (Another one I've yet purchase, but have been drooling over for about......a day. I'm a lip gloss fanatic, and this one looks like a keeper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-2123885552967494777?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/2123885552967494777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-loot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2123885552967494777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/2123885552967494777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-loot.html' title='Beauty Loot'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SX6Cj46tbNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VXDumFn8wNs/s72-c/beauty+loot' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1827298642181554209</id><published>2009-01-12T23:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:26:22.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love that big blue and yellow store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWwVmNSkdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/ccgm-hjOlRc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 409px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWwVmNSkdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/ccgm-hjOlRc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290627408400250274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closet systems totally hit my g-spot. I'm 95% positive I'll be living in an APX house with very limited closet space next August, and I'm a little psyched about designing something fantastical to display my clothing, shoe, and accessory collection in. I'll just ignore the fact that I'll probably just end up with a big roll bar and all my shoes will be scattered on the floor; it spoils the fun. Btw it rained all day, and it's so cold, I just had to turn on the heat. WTF, Florida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1827298642181554209?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1827298642181554209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/01/closet-systems-and-ikea-totally-hit-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1827298642181554209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1827298642181554209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2009/01/closet-systems-and-ikea-totally-hit-my.html' title='Gotta love that big blue and yellow store'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWwVmNSkdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/ccgm-hjOlRc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1539322235430494771</id><published>2008-12-17T19:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:44:18.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Hundred</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days that you wish you could just have over and over. Yes, it's only 7 PM, but it was that perfect. I woke up around 7 AM to do some reading before the Facets exam. It was in essay question format which I prefer ANY day over multiple choice or fill in the blank; scantrons are the ban of my existence. I would have to say that I have never enjoyed a non-architecture class that much in college. Sustainability in the Built Environment majors are so lucky. Afterwards I came home to just do a little cleaning. Mother's Pub for $3 burgers with Brian, Jules, Gio, and Megan. Gio and Megan are leaving for the break tom. and I would have to say I've really enjoyed getting in know them this semester; they are great people and make a great couple. I spent the rest of the day around GVille with Brian. Gator gear shopping, Union Street Market, Starbuck's, ABC, and Barnes &amp; Noble, lastily, where we browsed for gifts, but I just ended up leaving with the latest Nylon and Dwell and a 2009 calendar for the UClub office. But while browsing I saw some GREAT books that I would love for xmas including one by Nina Garcia. It's about the 100 hundred items every woman should own. I found them listed on an amazon.com review and thought I'd include them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWHH5dwPrtI/AAAAAAAAADc/FFMVcxpJo-0/s1600-h/onehundred1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWHH5dwPrtI/AAAAAAAAADc/FFMVcxpJo-0/s400/onehundred1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287727227563126482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A-line Dress, Animal Print, Ankle Bootie, Aviators &lt;br /&gt;B: Ballet Flat, Bangles, Belts, Bikini, BlackBerry, Black Opaque Tights, Blazer, Boyfriend Cardigan, Brooch &lt;br /&gt;C: Cable-Knit Sweater, Caftan, Camel Coat, Cape, Cashmere Sweater, Charm Bracelet, Clutch, Cocktail Ring, Converse, Cosmetics Bag, Cowboy Boots, Cuff &lt;br /&gt;D, E, F: Denim Jacket, Diamond Studs, Driving Shoe, Espadrilles, Evening Gown, Exotic Skin Bag, Fishnets, Frye Harness Boot, Fur &lt;br /&gt;G, H, I: Gentlemen's Hat, Gloves, Havaianas, Hobo Bag, Hoop Earrings, Investment Bag, iPod &lt;br /&gt;J, K, L: Jeans, Jewelry Pouches, Khakis, Knee Boots, Leather Pants, Lingerie, Little Black Dress, Little White Dress, L.L. Bean Tote, Luggage &lt;br /&gt;M, N, O: Mad Money, Man's White Shirt, Mary Janes, Minnetonka Moccasin, Missoni Knit, Monogrammed Stationery, Motorcycle Jacket, Nail Polish, Old Concert T-Shirt, One-Piece Swimsuit &lt;br /&gt;P, Q, R: Pajamas, Peacoat, Pearl Necklace, Pencil Skirt, Perfume, Plain White Tee, Polo Shirt, Pucci, Push-Up Bra, Quality Champagne, Red Lipstick, Robe &lt;br /&gt;S: Safari Jacket, Sandals, Sarong, Signet Ring, Silk Scarf, Slippers, Spanx, Statement Necklace, Stilettos, Striped Sailor Shirt, Suit, Sunhat &lt;br /&gt;T, U, V: Trench, Turquoise and Coral Jewelry, Tuxedo Jacket, Umbrella, Underwear, Valid Passport, Vans, Vintage &lt;br /&gt;W, Y, Z: Watch, Wayfarers, Wellington Boot, Wide-Leg Trousers, Wrap Dress, Yoga Gear, Zippered Hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already own quite a lot of these items, there are a few I would never own (exotic skin bag, leather pants, camel coat), but there are a few I think I need to add to my wardrobe. So here's my updated list of the 31 things THIS woman doesn't own and needs to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: blazer, brooch&lt;br /&gt;C: cashmere sweater, charm bracelet, Converse&lt;br /&gt;D: diamond studs (I have a pair just they irritate my ears)&lt;br /&gt;E: evening gown (I guess my old prom dress, but it has snags)&lt;br /&gt;H: Havaianas, hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;K: knee boots&lt;br /&gt;L: little black dress, little white dress&lt;br /&gt;M: Mad Money, Minnetonka moccasin, Missoni knit, monogram stationary, motorcycle jacket&lt;br /&gt;O: old concert t-shirt, one-piece swimsuit (I don't think competition suits count)&lt;br /&gt;P: Pucci&lt;br /&gt;R: robe&lt;br /&gt;S: silk scarf, Spanx, sunhat&lt;br /&gt;T: trench, tuxedo jacket, Vans&lt;br /&gt;W: Wayfarers (I have cheap ones, but I would LOVE some good quality Ray Bans's), Wellington boot, wide-leg trousers, wrap dress&lt;br /&gt;Y: yoga gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do some reading, before a mini-marathon of Three Sheets tonight. But like I said, it was a perfect Gainesville day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1539322235430494771?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1539322235430494771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-hundred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1539322235430494771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1539322235430494771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-hundred.html' title='The One Hundred'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y40_naCcSuc/SWHH5dwPrtI/AAAAAAAAADc/FFMVcxpJo-0/s72-c/onehundred1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-3704950490531079701</id><published>2008-11-08T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:42:25.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>1. reading Perez Hilton like its my job&lt;br /&gt;2. spending an ungodly amount of $$$ on makeup&lt;br /&gt;3. putting too much sugar in my tea&lt;br /&gt;4. being naked when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;5. daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;6. having a spotless bedroom and a gross bathroom&lt;br /&gt;7. being too trusting of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-3704950490531079701?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/3704950490531079701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-deadly-sins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/3704950490531079701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/3704950490531079701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-deadly-sins.html' title='7 Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-5316050380654105571</id><published>2008-10-12T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:06:25.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Na Na Na Na....Go Gators!</title><content type='html'>As big of a fan of fashion as I am, I am an even bigger fan of my Florida Gators. I couldn't be prouder of the school that gave us Gatorade, 3 national championships in 2 years, Ryan Lochte, 2008's #1 party school, and most recently a football team that rocked LSU 51-21. It was a glorious day of wins for the Gators, Longhorns, and Devil Rays. But sadly, I have learned that fashion and football do not mix very well. The long-standing mantra that Gators wear jean shorts is sadly true. I will even admit that I've sported a pair of Abercrombie cut-offs a time or two around campus. When I look around the stadium its always a sea of orange, blue, and white printed t-shirts. I was lucky enough to be seated near a sorority block, and saw some great examples of Saturday game fashion. Here's a quick DOs and DON'Ts to set the record straight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO find an orange, blue, or white sundress and decorate it with a strategically placed ribbon or button.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T go overboard with Gator paraphenalia. We already know you're a fan if you've made it out to the game and sporting the colors.&lt;br /&gt;DO tie your hair back neatly with a cute Gator ribbon if its a day game. You're going to regret taking the time to style your hair 2 minutes into the 1st quarter.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T cut up a perfectly good shirt into a tiny tube dress that barely covers your boobs and ass. &lt;br /&gt;DO bring a small purse to hold blotting papers, powder, and lip gloss to touch up during halftime. You're going to want to look your best for all those post-win Facebook pics.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T wear heels or wedges to the game. Maybe a cute pair of espadrilles while tailgating, but if you're going to be standing and shouting in the student section, it might be a bit hard to balance after one too many red Solo cups of Natty Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all though I don't always go for the preppiest of guys, you gotta love the fraternity brothers sporting khaki Dockers, Topsiders, a button up, and Gator-themed tie. Swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to the ADPi girls for being great examples of Gator fashion at last night's game. I could have taken pictures, but I was too busy watching Tebow, Harvin, James, and Rainey walk all over the Tigers. Can't wait for Florida - Georgia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-5316050380654105571?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/5316050380654105571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/10/da-na-na-na-nago-gators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/5316050380654105571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/5316050380654105571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/10/da-na-na-na-nago-gators.html' title='Da Na Na Na Na....Go Gators!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-1896906412469530550</id><published>2008-09-29T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:50:12.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick reminder to myself</title><content type='html'>It's not even necessary for me to give my reason for why I feel like this....but I have AMAZING friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-1896906412469530550?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/1896906412469530550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-reminder-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1896906412469530550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/1896906412469530550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-reminder-to-myself.html' title='Quick reminder to myself'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771615008035806189.post-693711806946020971</id><published>2008-06-19T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:11:57.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like LiveJournal all over again...</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would start blogging. I even hate the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;. When I hear it I just think of people ranting and raving about shit because they have no one else in the world to listen to them. So you're probably thinking, "then why did you decide to start a blog, oh pretentious one?" And your answer is because as much as I love my cute little journal designed by a SCAD grad student that I bought at the B n N, the physical act of writing is way too time consuming for me. I'd much rather just type it up in a few minutes and cut and paste from whatever sources I wish. There is really no theme to my postings. This is my life. These are my thoughts. They are unedited, and I will probably reveal a bit too much information from time to time. Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1771615008035806189-693711806946020971?l=laurenetcetera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/feeds/693711806946020971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-like-livejournal-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/693711806946020971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1771615008035806189/posts/default/693711806946020971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenetcetera.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-like-livejournal-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s like LiveJournal all over again...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740495939521798464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH-O655vKe4/TdfSwGyT_TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jl6PFM6h9bs/s220/DSC_2247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
