<?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-5006340546230517348</id><updated>2011-12-10T15:25:34.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle's Crazy Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>So.

I've decided to write.  Not sure what about, or how frequently, but i figured it would be good to write my thoughts, ideas, stories, etc.

So if your bored, read.

thnx</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3763579111890819896</id><published>2010-09-21T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:36:01.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection in a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This song touches my soul.&amp;nbsp; So much.&amp;nbsp; It's beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the Only Place by Josh Groban.&amp;nbsp; Read it.&amp;nbsp; Listen to it.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like our love is on a road to nowhere fast&lt;br /&gt;All my life I thought a love like this would last&lt;br /&gt;But every road can hide a corner we can't see&lt;br /&gt;I had a vision that I woke up by your side&lt;br /&gt;I felt you breathing and our souls were intertwined&lt;br /&gt;But who controls love's destiny? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all right in our hands,&lt;br /&gt;We had the space to fly and still a place to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm young and in the ways of love naive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm desperate for a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any way I thought that we would fall.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen perfection in a rainbow in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a child make the coldest grown man cry&lt;br /&gt;But loving you I thought was greater than them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a doorway to my heart without a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are right now&lt;br /&gt;Come back and show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm lost without you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3763579111890819896?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3763579111890819896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3763579111890819896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3763579111890819896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3763579111890819896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfection-in-song.html' title='Perfection in a Song'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2197386749043876884</id><published>2010-09-12T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:15:32.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV's Video Music Awards!</title><content type='html'>VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS ON MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, I'm Live Blogging the VMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So opening the performance is Eminem singing "I'm not afraid".&amp;nbsp; Its really great.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoy his new music.&amp;nbsp; It's really good.&amp;nbsp; and I LOVE that he is doing his duet with Rihanna, "Like the way you lie."&amp;nbsp; It's such a strong and poignant song.&amp;nbsp; So raw and emotional.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; Not sure how I feel about Rihanna's outfit, however.&amp;nbsp; It's a bit too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELSEA HANDLER is hosting!!&amp;nbsp; WOOHOOOO.&amp;nbsp; I love that girl.&amp;nbsp; and I actually kinda enjoyed that cameo made by Lindsay Lohan was pretty entertaining.&amp;nbsp; Glad she is able to mock herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I am literally laughing my head off at Chelsea's entrance.&amp;nbsp; SO HILARIOUS.&amp;nbsp; Her impersonation of Lady Gaga was brilliant.&amp;nbsp; Even her butchered pronunciation of Gaga's name made me laugh.&amp;nbsp; "Lady Guh-Guh."&amp;nbsp; Too great.&amp;nbsp; Chelsea is asking the audience and hosts/presenters to go wild this show.&amp;nbsp; I hope they take her plea to heart because I want something crazy to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all look leotarded" -Directed to Lady Gaga and Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally in stitches at everything she is saying.&amp;nbsp; Brilliant.&amp;nbsp; absolutely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no surprise, but Lady Guh-Guh won the VMA for best video, Bad Romance.&amp;nbsp; I'm pleased, as in my humble opinion, that video fucking rocked.&amp;nbsp; AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; and it was sweet that she gave a shout out to the brilliant late Alexander McQueen.&amp;nbsp; However I'm not a fan of her outfit/hair.&amp;nbsp; It's a little bit hideous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pleased with the cast of Jackass.&amp;nbsp; Could they be any trashier or more lame?&amp;nbsp; Probably.&amp;nbsp; but still, its annoying.&amp;nbsp; At least 30 Seconds to Mars won.&amp;nbsp; They are pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AHHHHHH, OHMYGAWD JUSTIN BIEBERRRR!!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVEEE HIM.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me imitating the throngs of screaming girls literally chasing him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's performing at the VMA's.&amp;nbsp; He's actually doing a fairly decent job.&amp;nbsp; haha.&amp;nbsp; Man, so many tween girls adore him.&amp;nbsp; I'm jealous.&amp;nbsp; I wish people adored me.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll just have to get a bowl cut, sing about first loves and hang with Usher.&amp;nbsp; Then maybe people will love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently people can't pronounce words properly.&amp;nbsp; "URshur"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he meant Usher.&amp;nbsp; Loveeee him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is such a brilliant dancer and musician.&amp;nbsp; I love everything he does.&amp;nbsp; and he is so good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I cant accurately assess his performance.&amp;nbsp; I am just way too biased.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, screw it, he's awesome.&amp;nbsp; And that was an insanely epic performance.&amp;nbsp; I would kill to see that guy in concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is Nicki Minaj wearing?!&amp;nbsp; Seriously??&amp;nbsp; Did she go blind and then pick her outfit?&amp;nbsp; Its HIDEOUS.&amp;nbsp; She wins the award for worst outfit so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Chelsea Handler is auto-tuning herself to Jason Derulo.&amp;nbsp; AHAHAA.&amp;nbsp; so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga won.&amp;nbsp; Again.&amp;nbsp; No surprise, though.&amp;nbsp; Bad Romance was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift is performing now.&amp;nbsp; Rumor has it her song might be about Kanye... I can see that.&amp;nbsp; A few of her lines are clearly about him.&lt;br /&gt;I love Taylor Swift but she is not that amazing of a singer.&amp;nbsp; Her songs are so poignant, though, so I dont mind.&amp;nbsp; She is such a great song writer.&amp;nbsp; I do like her makeup.&amp;nbsp; Its older.&amp;nbsp; More grown-up and mature.&amp;nbsp; I like it. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fan of Drake's performance.&amp;nbsp; It was boring and uninspired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY COMMERCIALS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Justin Bieber won best new artist.&amp;nbsp; That's cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa won the best music video award.&amp;nbsp; and is apparently wearing meat... or something that looks like it.&amp;nbsp; and she announced her new CD title, Born This Way.&amp;nbsp; wonder how the album will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the most anticipated moment of the evening: Kanye West's final performance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, his song is okay.&amp;nbsp; A little lame.&amp;nbsp; and self-pitying.&amp;nbsp; He acknowledges that's he's an asshole and douchebag but doesn't actually seem to feel bad about it all it.&amp;nbsp; whatevs.&amp;nbsp; Not a fan.&amp;nbsp; not a fan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Thats it.&amp;nbsp; Kind of a shitty way to end the night.&amp;nbsp; ohwells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2197386749043876884?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2197386749043876884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2197386749043876884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2197386749043876884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2197386749043876884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/09/mtvs-video-music-awards.html' title='MTV&apos;s Video Music Awards!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6622710691452205482</id><published>2010-08-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:40:27.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>62nd EMMYS</title><content type='html'>So it's been a very long time since I last wrote, but now that I'm back at school, I'm back to blogging!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm live blogging the EMMYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am loving this opening number.&amp;nbsp; So many great and random faces!&amp;nbsp; Hurley!&amp;nbsp; Tina Fey!&amp;nbsp; Nina Dobrev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this opening comedy montage already has me in STITCHES.&amp;nbsp; And Betty White.&amp;nbsp; God, she is a riot.&amp;nbsp; I absolutely love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eric Stonestreet from Modern Family just won best supporting actor in a comedy!&amp;nbsp; I'm glad, because he is such an amazing actor and so hilarious.&amp;nbsp; I only started watching Modern Family halfway through last year and was pleasantly surprised at how awesome it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SPICE REFERENCE WAS BRILLIANT.&amp;nbsp; absolutely brilliant.&amp;nbsp; Glad to see that The Modern Family writers won.&amp;nbsp; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see Jane Lynch win.&amp;nbsp; She is really quite a phenomenal actress.&amp;nbsp; I love her character on Glee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Modern Family 3-D idea.&amp;nbsp; So great. and&amp;nbsp; Oh George Clooney!!&amp;nbsp; so great!&amp;nbsp; hahahaha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofar, I am really enjoying the show.&amp;nbsp; It's going well and its quite hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Parsons won best Lead Actor in a comedy.&amp;nbsp; I haven't really watched a lot of Big Bang Theory but from what I've seen its rather entertaining.&amp;nbsp; I'm a bit sad though, that Steve Carell did not win, as he is HILARIOUS, especially since it's his final season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Neil Patrick Harris, How I loveeeeee you.&amp;nbsp; Please stop being gay and come date me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HOLY Amy Poehler's BOOBS.&amp;nbsp; They are ginormous.&amp;nbsp; wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are doing the Reality section of the Emmys.&amp;nbsp; and honestly, I do not give a shit.&amp;nbsp; so I really wont be commenting on this that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not really very involved in any of the Drama awards either, since I dont watch most of these shows.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribute to shows that ended was entertaining.&amp;nbsp; I liked the Lost one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really dont care for the rest of the catagories.&amp;nbsp; So I think I'm gonna stop blogging.&amp;nbsp; haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6622710691452205482?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6622710691452205482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6622710691452205482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6622710691452205482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6622710691452205482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/08/62nd-emmys.html' title='62nd EMMYS'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5609727828758711661</id><published>2010-03-03T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:01:29.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>abstract feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cavity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emptiness, a hole.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sucking, pulling, dragging me deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lost, terrified, alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where to go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no returning, no future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drowning, suffocating, going under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying, failing, dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5609727828758711661?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5609727828758711661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5609727828758711661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5609727828758711661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5609727828758711661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/03/abstract-feelings.html' title='abstract feelings.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-895937465183108676</id><published>2010-02-06T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:48:47.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem I wrote back in high school</title><content type='html'>The orbs have slowly faded over time,&lt;br /&gt;Yet sparkles sometimes peak from clouded skies.&lt;br /&gt;Leather flesh, taut across old bones,&lt;br /&gt;Burning up like embers warm and gold.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs escaping from a windy night,&lt;br /&gt;Painful moans swirl through the air.&lt;br /&gt;Limbs quiver, growing weak with time,&lt;br /&gt;Worn fingers curl, grasping for hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hands clasped in loving support, &lt;br /&gt;Steady breathing slowly loses control.&lt;br /&gt;Rising, sinking, rising, sinking, stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tears trickle down swollen cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As souls hug and hold and kiss and mourn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The phoenix from its ashes is reborn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-895937465183108676?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/895937465183108676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=895937465183108676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/895937465183108676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/895937465183108676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/02/poem-i-wrote-back-in-high-school.html' title='A poem I wrote back in high school'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3211985346451702876</id><published>2010-02-03T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:30:09.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>down with the sickness</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to avoid everything last semester, from The Swine to colds to the flu.&amp;nbsp; and now, after only one week of classes, I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this horrid cold thats been bothering me since Saturday night and I just can't shake it.&amp;nbsp; It doesnt help that instead of getting rest yesterday, I was up getting ready for work at 5:30am and then doing things from then until 4pm.&amp;nbsp; It was so draining.&amp;nbsp; I ended up having to miss my 4pm photo lecture because I felt so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today it just hasn't gotten any better.&amp;nbsp; I still feel yucky and my eyes are so light-sensitive and I'm just so worn out.&amp;nbsp; I cant wait to go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news, have you seen the new &lt;i&gt;Emma&lt;/i&gt;!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S2nOajlAPbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5Qs3eKHp7iM/s1600-h/EmmaMasterpiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S2nOajlAPbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5Qs3eKHp7iM/s320/EmmaMasterpiece.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars Romola Garai (&lt;i&gt;Atonement&lt;/i&gt;) and Johnny Lee Miller (&lt;i&gt;Eli Stone&lt;/i&gt;) in the classic re-telling of Jane Austen's &lt;i&gt;Emma&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So far I've only seen part 1 (of 2) but I LOVE IT.&amp;nbsp; It is so entertaining and enjoyable and positively lovely.&amp;nbsp; I love how well Garai has brought Emma to life and Miller is so perfect as Mr. Knightly.&amp;nbsp; They are wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Both episodes are now available to watch on pbs.com and I recommend it.&amp;nbsp; Much better, in my opinion, than the older version with Gweneth Paltrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in other exciting news, I've been doing some research on where to study abroad and I am now considering going somewhere other than London.&amp;nbsp; I was so set on London, but lately I've been thinking that I should go elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; Europe is the sort of place you can always visit (and most ppl do) but how often does one visit obscure countries in Asia?&amp;nbsp; or South America?&amp;nbsp; Just think about all the brilliant experiences and culture shock you would encounter!&amp;nbsp; It would be so exciting.&amp;nbsp; So now I've been considering going somewhere totally different and exotic and exiting!&lt;br /&gt;Places I am strongly considering are S. Korea, specifically Seoul or Singapore.&amp;nbsp; Those are just two places I've looked at, though there are many others I've yet to explore.&amp;nbsp; It is going to be so difficult choosing a place to go to when there are so many in the world. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should really go back to paying attention in class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely dayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3211985346451702876?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3211985346451702876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3211985346451702876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3211985346451702876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3211985346451702876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/02/down-with-sickness.html' title='down with the sickness'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S2nOajlAPbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5Qs3eKHp7iM/s72-c/EmmaMasterpiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7905270432979422120</id><published>2010-01-23T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:42:33.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, RA style.</title><content type='html'>So I've been in Ithaca now for a week and two days.&amp;nbsp; As you may or may not know, I was hired to be an Resident Assistant this semester for the First Year Housing program, known as BRT.&amp;nbsp; I arrived early for an intense week of RA training.&amp;nbsp; It's been quite busy and very draining, but I've also been having a brilliant time.&amp;nbsp; I've had lots of fun with a lot of the other new RAs and I've bonded really well with the BRT staff.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is so darn nice and fun.&amp;nbsp; We made door decs and bulletin boards together, went bowling and just hungout alot together.&amp;nbsp; It's been awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new room is beautiful and really big.&amp;nbsp; I love how I arranged it.&amp;nbsp; It feels so home-y.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that I don't like is being on the first floor.&amp;nbsp; It's a little creepy because someone could literally walk right up to my window and stare at me.&amp;nbsp; plus, the whole building has been abandoned all week and I've been the only one here so I was a little paranoid/freaked out.&amp;nbsp; haha.&amp;nbsp; But thankfully people have started arriving so it wont be as deathly quiet.&amp;nbsp; Although I did like having the whole place to myself.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started meeting my new residents and they all seem really nice.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get to know them better.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, a bunch of the RAs (Alicia, Ben, Dan, Michele and myself) all went to Oasis (formerly Common Ground, aka Ithaca's gay club) to go dancing.&amp;nbsp; We had a blast!&amp;nbsp; It was hella fun.&amp;nbsp; We danced all night and had such a good time.&amp;nbsp; by the end of the night tho, I was sore and exhausted and my feet were killing me.&amp;nbsp; But it was fun and totally worth it.&amp;nbsp; We will definitely be returning there again this semester.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to my first RA Office Duty.&amp;nbsp; Blahhhh, hopefully it goes welll.....&amp;nbsp; I'll be done by five, tho.&amp;nbsp; So that's good.&amp;nbsp; and then I'm gonna see Darielle!!&amp;nbsp; Gosh, I miss that girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Michele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7905270432979422120?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7905270432979422120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7905270432979422120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7905270432979422120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7905270432979422120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school-ra-style.html' title='Back to School, RA style.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2507627953874250069</id><published>2010-01-10T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:24:36.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all Precious</title><content type='html'>I saw the film Precious today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S0lyLPlEDZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qnBq3Mp6F_0/s1600-h/precious_film_poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S0lyLPlEDZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qnBq3Mp6F_0/s320/precious_film_poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5FYahzVU44"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find the words to adequately describe this film or how it affected me.&amp;nbsp; I hate to say its an awesome film, because it was such a horrible and terribly sad topic, but it really was amazing.&amp;nbsp; It was so well done and everything about it was just wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The acting was phenomenal by all the cast.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked at how raw and real their portrayals were.&amp;nbsp; The cinematic style of the film tackled the difficult topic at hand with the poise and respect that it deserved.&amp;nbsp; The director Lee Daniels showed you what really goes down for people living in poverty in Harlem, but he never abuses it or sensationalizes it.&amp;nbsp; One of the hardest scenes to watch was the a scene where the title character is raped by her father.&amp;nbsp; It was so difficult to watch but I was really impressed how the director went about it, mostly through a montage with flashes of the scene interspersed with visual and auditory associations.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was quite a powerful film.&amp;nbsp; It evoked such a multitude of feelings within me throughout the film.&amp;nbsp; At times I felt utter horror, there were times I felt sadness and despair, there were moments I laughed, moments I cried, moments my heart filled with happiness and moments I cringed.&amp;nbsp; It was such a thought provoking film.&amp;nbsp; It definitely has had a lasting impact on me.&amp;nbsp; Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;I would give this film an &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Michele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2507627953874250069?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2507627953874250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2507627953874250069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2507627953874250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2507627953874250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-all-precious.html' title='We&apos;re all Precious'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/S0lyLPlEDZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qnBq3Mp6F_0/s72-c/precious_film_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2836976121264772169</id><published>2010-01-03T01:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:54:38.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Something has changed within me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something is not the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too late for second guessing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too late to go back to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's time to trust my instincts,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;close my eyes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try defying gravity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'll try defying gravity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you can't pull me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a realization.&amp;nbsp; I want to change the world.&amp;nbsp; I want to touch peoples lives.&amp;nbsp; I want to DO something with my life.&amp;nbsp; I want to make people happy.&amp;nbsp; I want to make them laugh.&amp;nbsp; I want to spread joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2836976121264772169?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2836976121264772169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2836976121264772169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2836976121264772169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2836976121264772169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7179000196583398945</id><published>2010-01-02T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:14:21.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it has been an extremely long time since I last wrote on this.&amp;nbsp; Life's been insane and I just havent had the time to write anything.&amp;nbsp; So for that, I apologize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it is finally the New Year!&amp;nbsp; 2010.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; I'm still having a hard time remembering to write '10.&amp;nbsp; I keep writing 200- then realizing its not 9 anymore, but 10.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, by then I've already written one 0 too many.&amp;nbsp; its really quite annoying.&amp;nbsp; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyways, like every other person on New Years, I've set some resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to keep them a bit vague and more life specific rather than super specific intense goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Eat healthy foods, like organic, whole wheat stuff.&amp;nbsp; Avoid fried foods and other unhealthy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Exercise often.&amp;nbsp; at least 4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Stop swearing.&amp;nbsp; My pirate lifestyle needs to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Be classier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Work on improving my acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Sing more.&amp;nbsp; and with confidence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Start my own adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Do more.&amp;nbsp; Live more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Spend less time on the computer and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp; Those are just some lifestyle things I hope to improve on and become better at.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Did you make any New Years resolutions?&amp;nbsp; Good luck at keeping them.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can keep mine as well.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Elle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7179000196583398945?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7179000196583398945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7179000196583398945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7179000196583398945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7179000196583398945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010-3.html' title='Welcome 2010! &lt;3'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1054819950297715</id><published>2009-11-03T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:47:27.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>So today is the first Tuesday of November.  Know what that means??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ELECTION DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big deal for Mainers, as we are voting to legalize or ban gay marriages.  Anyways, serious drama has been going on for the last week on facebook because of this.  I am personally a supporter of equality and therefore a support of gay rights.  However, many of my friends from high school are conservative Catholics and they have been attacking me about my personal beliefs.  It is ridiculous and getting super old.  Our country is founded under the separation of Church and State, so therefore this should not even BE an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.  We shall just have to wait and see what the outcome will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the third day of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;.  If you haven't started yet, its not too late!  Sign up!  If you' have started, are you still staying on track writing?  Remember, at least 1,666 words a day!  Sunday I wrote around 4,000, so that gives me some room in case one day I dont have time to write.  I recommend writing alot now, because you may get disheartened later on in the month and this will give you a nice buffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest problems I find I face when trying to write a novel is that I am constantly going back and re editing.  Try to not do this!  Just let the creative juices flow and write, even if its complete garbage.  You can do loads of editing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so the world series is currently underway.  Its the Phillies versus the Yankees.  Obviously Im rooting for the Phillies.  haha.  They won the first game, the Yankees won the next three and the Phillies won the last game.  So now the score is Phillies: 2, Yankees: 3&lt;br /&gt;The Phillies have to win both of the next games to win the series.  So lets hope they pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in Sociology so I should probaby get back to focusing...  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1054819950297715?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1054819950297715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1054819950297715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1054819950297715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1054819950297715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/11/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7661701064792368994</id><published>2009-10-31T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:45:54.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>So today is Halloween!  It's odd, because when I was in high school, I often felt to0 old to go trick or treating and participating in Halloween type activities.  I was quite saddened by the fact that growing up meant letting go of fun things like Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently that is not the case for life in college.  Because EVERYONE here dresses up and goes a little bit crazy.  Its ridiculously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Halloween is tonight, there have been Halloween-oriented activities all weekend.  Yesterday I went to all my classes wearing my awesome new fangs.  Everyone loved them.  I was constantly being asked to smile.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night, Dari, Steph, myself and a lot of the girls on my floor (and Sean) got all dressed up and went to the Graveyard Gala, hosted by ResLife on campus.  There was dancing, pizza, and a costume contest.  It wasn't totally amazing, but we made it fun.  I was dressed as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffanys.  Everyone loved my costume.  I got such great feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the party, Dari and I returned to my room to change costumes and get a little skanky for the Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight.  I took a few photos, but I wont be posting them anywhere online, as they are rather indecent.  haha.  But then again, what else do you expect from Rocky Horror?!  I'll just say I was in fishnets and most ppl knew what color my bra was.  And my costume was on the conservative side.  Most of the ppl there were all dressed in lingerie.  Like, really skanky lingerie.  hahaha.  There was even a topless girl there as well.  It was insane.  I could only imagine my mother's reaction to the evening.  Especially since I spent most of the evening dancing on a desk in four inch heels.  haha.  It was quite fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the official Halloween, although I am not sure if I will be doing as many crazy things tonight.  I plan on going to the IC After Dark Halloween event, and then Dari and I may attempt to find a party to go to.  Or we may just watch the 3rd World Series Game.  We just want the Yankees to lose.  haha.   GO PHILLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so tomorrow is November first!  Do you know what that means?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS NaNoWriMo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  (also known as&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt; National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel from scratch, starting on Nov 1st and ending by Nov 30th.  Its meant to motivate all those people who have thought about writing a novel or have cool ideas but never had the determination to actually write one.  SO THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!  only real rule is that you cant work on things that you've previously written.  This has to be completely new and fresh.  Yeah, your probably thinking, well how can they verify this?  and its true, they cant.  But if you cheat, your only lying to yourself.  So follow the rules.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a writer myself, I am really excited to participate in my first NaNoWriMo.  I had heard about this in the past via &lt;a href="http://www.megcabot.com/diary/"&gt;Meg Cabot's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, (which I am an avid fan of) but I had never actually attempted to write anything.  But this month I've decided to do it.  I'm going to write a novel in a month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already written most of my insanely long out outline for the story, along with character sketches and general details.  I really recommend doing this, as it helps you keep on task, have a direction to your writing and remember details as you get wrapped up in your story so that you dont have to go back and reread parts to remember things like what the school colors were.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to start writing my story.  It's gonna be awesome.  You should do this too!  to keep on task, just remember that you need to write at least 1,666.6667 words a day!  That's only about 3.5 pages single spaced a day!  That really is totally manageable.  and if you have an outline, it will be that much easier.  Just find a quiet place to write, go there every day, disconnect your internet and write for an hour or two.  you can totally write a 50,000 word story by doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD LUCK!  And go get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to continue my outline.  Have a wonderful Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7661701064792368994?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7661701064792368994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7661701064792368994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7661701064792368994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7661701064792368994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3191084594799471583</id><published>2009-10-26T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:29:36.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paranormal and Fangs</title><content type='html'>So after a ridiculously and suffocatingly stressful week, this weekend was a pleasant vacation from all the stress and work.  I finished all four of my essays on time, did fairly well on my quiz (I think) and even managed to avoid a mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got my grade back from my Cultural Anthro midterm.  I got a 90!!!  Which is pretty good for not studying as much as I should.  However, I did do the extra credit so my grade was bumped up to a 95!  I am really hoping to get a solid A from this class!   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my unbearable week, I decided to lay low and just chill for the weekend.  and it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Ithaca Theatre production of Top Girls.  The acting was phenomenal and the costumes were brilliant, but it was a rather boring and slow show.  It just seemed to be dragged out way too much.  I was ready to be done by intermission.  I am just not a huge fan of straight shows.  I like musicals.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Saturday Night, I saw the Box Office hit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt;.  I had heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSSqxrh5kp8"&gt;brilliant things&lt;/a&gt; about it, so I was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was made with about $11,000, which is REALLY low for a movie to end up in theaters.  Most films cost 50-200 million.  The film was made in 7 days.  It was originally made to show to producers at film festivals to possibly sell the idea and make it into a real actual studio film, however because it was so frightening in its low budget way, think Blair Witch, they decided to keep it as is and release it limited.  Well, word got around of its scariness (apparently it terrified Steven Speilberg) so eventually it was released across the country.  It beat out SAW VI so thats a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy7khjFpI/AAAAAAAAATk/cAOm2Ya2rjU/s1600-h/paranormal-activity-dwrks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy7khjFpI/AAAAAAAAATk/cAOm2Ya2rjU/s320/paranormal-activity-dwrks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775727471466130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, I was really excited to see it.  Because its been a while since I was genuinely scared (last time was The Orphan.  GO RENT IT!  SO GOOD).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I had heard SO many good things about it.  One friend (a guy) said he was literally "whimpering in the theater and was shaking for 30 minutes after."&lt;br /&gt;Another friend said the movie made her cry and that she was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;I even heard that people had to leave the theatre because they were so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reactions to the film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the dumbest horror film I have seen in years and was ridiculous and not scary in the least.  haha.  I was actually very disappointed.  Maybe it was over-hyped, but I just could not believe that people would actually cry or be that frightened because of the film.  I just didn't understand how it was scary.  Maybe its because people actually believe in demons and hauntings so that frightened them.  I personally think that they are bogus and I don't believe in them AT ALL.  I don't believe in much these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so if I were to give it a letter grade, it would get a solid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;C-&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those are my thoughts on the film, which is WAY OVERRATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, would you like to hear something that is NOT overrated?  Lady Gaga's super catchy and ridiculously addictive new song, Bad Romance.  I am not a fan of her clothing style and I am not a fan of her performances, but damn it all, I love her music.  Like, REALLY LOVE.  I keep wanting to hate her, but I cant.  Her songs are just SO DAMN CATCHY.  anyways, here is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FElgw5xN9IE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to her newest song.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, so Halloween is quickly approaching.  Have you thought about what you want to be?  I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me forever to finally settle on something, because there aren't that many cool things you can be on Halloween.  Especially if you do NOT want to be a slut.  That really limits your options.  Even though it is socially acceptable to be a slut for Halloween, I just did not want to.  I wanted to be something more unique.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wildly perusing countless stores, I finally decided to buy some fangs.  Since vampires are so hott this year, I figured no one could go wrong with fangs.  Then i decided to buy a Fangtasia shirt offline (from the hit show, True Blood).  So now I am going to be a trashy vampire from the south.  Its gonna be fun!  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy77LUTvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Enj7e3T0lI0/s1600-h/Photo+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy77LUTvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Enj7e3T0lI0/s320/Photo+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775733552238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My awesome fangs!  (my hair looks odd because the lighting is super bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy7hpigeI/AAAAAAAAATs/vC6Vtretr-w/s1600-h/Fangtasia"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy7hpigeI/AAAAAAAAATs/vC6Vtretr-w/s320/Fangtasia" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775726699676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Fangtasia tee shirt from True Blood.  SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is wayyyy past my bedtime, so I am gonna sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3191084594799471583?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3191084594799471583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3191084594799471583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3191084594799471583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3191084594799471583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-and-fangs.html' title='The Paranormal and Fangs'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SuUy7khjFpI/AAAAAAAAATk/cAOm2Ya2rjU/s72-c/paranormal-activity-dwrks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8295222464186900149</id><published>2009-10-21T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:32:43.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I'm at it again, writing more blog entries rather than working on my abundant amount of homework.  damn procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if you know this, but I am the Language Assistant for the French Immersion Floor.  I have many similar duties to an RA, like planning programs and events and such.  I just don't have to live on the floor and write people up.  I also don't get paid as well.  but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last night, as part of our Quartier Francais floor program, myself and a few of the residents watched Amelie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have probably mentioned Amelie before, but it literally is one of the most amazing films I have ever seen in my entire life.  I love love love love love it.  It's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St83Lg08PCI/AAAAAAAAATc/G0vMgS-6Kas/s1600-h/Amelie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St83Lg08PCI/AAAAAAAAATc/G0vMgS-6Kas/s320/Amelie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395091549543218210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;There was this brilliant quote in the film that really stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly translated, it means "Without you, the emotions of today would be just dead skin of the emotions of yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more poetic in French, but I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have another essay to write today (due tomorrow) and another essay to write after that (due friday) so I really should go.  Have a brilliant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8295222464186900149?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8295222464186900149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8295222464186900149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8295222464186900149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8295222464186900149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/amelie-3.html' title='Amelie &lt;3'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St83Lg08PCI/AAAAAAAAATc/G0vMgS-6Kas/s72-c/Amelie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4831132325038528478</id><published>2009-10-20T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:35:44.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant childhood books</title><content type='html'>I've decided to write blog entries about my favorite things in different categories and why I recommend them to the world.  This entry is on books I read throughout my life that made a certain distinct impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read thousands of books.  I love books.  there is something so wonderful about getting caught up in another person's thoughts and feelings and adventures.  Being able to live vicariously through book characters (however sad it may sound) helps me get through difficult times or dull times.  I love getting sucked into a different world where love actually exists and where things can turn out perfectly, but don't always.  I love attempting to solve mysteries and who-don-its and often being wrong.  I love reading about irrevocable and incandescent love.  I love reading about beauty and love and death, all intertwined.  I just love reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I began reading actual full length chapter books, I loved fairy tale picture books.  I was far more interested in looking at the pretty pictures of the beautiful princess in their beautiful gowns than the actual writing itself.  I loved looking at my favorite books time after time and drawing my own interpretations of the dresses and princesses.  I loved the stories of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Rapunzel, Swan Princess&lt;/span&gt;, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39UWSQtLI/AAAAAAAAATU/Yf2Ct15-9No/s1600-h/twelve-dancing-princesses.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39UWSQtLI/AAAAAAAAATU/Yf2Ct15-9No/s320/twelve-dancing-princesses.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394746454681105586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first real book I ever fell in love with was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/span&gt; by Gail Carson Levin.  I read it when I was around the age of 9, and was enthralled.  It was a completely different twist on a traditional story of Cinderella, and it actually left the heroine strong and empowered.  She was no longer a damsel in distress, but a cunning young girl on a mission to break a terrible curse.  It was the most brilliant piece of literature my small mind had ever come in contact with, and it truly changed my feelings towards reading.  I fell in love with Levin's magical world, the simplicity of the writing and the strength of true love.  This book was what truly stemmed my rather ridiculous and unrealistic expectations of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39SoSXXWI/AAAAAAAAATE/0xdZM1xlk3g/s1600-h/ella+enchanted"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39SoSXXWI/AAAAAAAAATE/0xdZM1xlk3g/s320/ella+enchanted" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394746425153641826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing how brilliant books could be, I began reading the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nancy Drew Mystery Series &lt;/span&gt;by Carolyn Keene.  I became obsessed with mysteries and my attemps at solving them.  I absolutely loved reading about clues and suspects and trying to figure out who did it.  This series fed my inquisitive nature and fueled my interest in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39TyItCjI/AAAAAAAAATM/K2mVQJ7i73Q/s1600-h/nancy-drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39TyItCjI/AAAAAAAAATM/K2mVQJ7i73Q/s320/nancy-drew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394746444977343026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book I can vividly remember being addicted to was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claidi Journal Series&lt;/span&gt; by Tanith Lee.  It was the brilliant story of a girl, Claidi, born as a slave in a beautiful palace surrounded by a wasteland.  Early into the story, she ventures off on an adventure into The Waste, only to discover that there is much more to this supposed "Waste" then she was taught.  Along her travels and adventures, she meets Nemian and falls for him immediately.  but a group of thieves, The Hulta, make her reconsider everything she originally believed.  and there is something about Argul, their leader, that she just cannot shake.&lt;br /&gt;This book helped my obsession with adventure romances and began my true interest in writing.  After reading this book and so thoroughly enjoying the style (written as journal entries) I even attempted to write my own novel.  I lasted about 13 pages but that wasn't what really mattered.  What really mattered was that I had suddenly discovered that I too had the power to create my own magical worlds and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39SP3b0QI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZtagRyUJgxc/s1600-h/wolf+tower"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39SP3b0QI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZtagRyUJgxc/s320/wolf+tower" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394746418598236418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next series imprinted in my memory is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;.  Reading this, I suddenly realized there was so much more to a good book than just falling in love.  I read about wizards and creatures and magic and adventures and growing up.  I was suddenly sucked into a world so detailed and so complete there was little reason for me to question any of it.  I just believed.  I spent hours memorizing every detail of Hogwarts and all the spell incantations.  I was obsessed with the idea that somewhere out in the world, people could be magical.  I knew in my mind that none of this was real, and yet I hoped so fervently that I would be proved wrong.  Harry Potter followed me through life.  I began reading at the young age of 11 and didn't stop until the last book was released the year I turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39RuG3OjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6v8HPfFQXns/s1600-h/harrypotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39RuG3OjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6v8HPfFQXns/s320/harrypotter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394746409536141874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these books drastically influenced my life and my love of reading.  I give complete credit to these authors for instilling my passion for literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog entry will focus on my favorite books!  have a wonderful tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4831132325038528478?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4831132325038528478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4831132325038528478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4831132325038528478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4831132325038528478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/brilliant-childood-books.html' title='brilliant childhood books'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/St39UWSQtLI/AAAAAAAAATU/Yf2Ct15-9No/s72-c/twelve-dancing-princesses.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5064608929681645393</id><published>2009-10-19T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:52:01.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Crushes and Large Format Cameras</title><content type='html'>So I feel like a 14 year old teenage girl right now.  Its pathetic and ridiculous, and I just can't shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's more of a crush, really.  I haven't been obsessed with someone since my four year Orlando Bloom phase when I was 11.  Granted, I'm not going to plaster images of him on my wall, or spend my days doodling our names together with hearts, but I have been attempting to watch all his movies.  and stalking him online.  and starring into his beautiful blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, most of you have probably never even heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyurIFZy3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/HrJ7bZ_eACQ/s1600-h/gaspard_ulliel_reference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyurIFZy3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/HrJ7bZ_eACQ/s320/gaspard_ulliel_reference.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378509610765170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styuq7Hj9BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ad9klW31wB0/s1600-h/gaspard_ulliel_1187191368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styuq7Hj9BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ad9klW31wB0/s320/gaspard_ulliel_1187191368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378506130158610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is Gaspard Ulliel.  and he is the most beautiful French actor I have ever seen in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyuqZ4mcJI/AAAAAAAAARs/jT_iC6ldVCo/s1600-h/gaspard42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyuqZ4mcJI/AAAAAAAAARs/jT_iC6ldVCo/s320/gaspard42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378497209036946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I (along with MANY others) are convinced he would have been PERFECT for Edward Cullen.  He is exactly what I pictured with reading the Twilight series.  It's a shame Rob Patz had to go and ruin the role.  ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris, Je T'aime&lt;/span&gt;, which is a brilliant series of short films all about Love and Paris. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3t9_vs5Wn8"&gt;  this&lt;/a&gt; is the short film he was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu-SWiV0I/AAAAAAAAASk/s-lk_3U1kLY/s1600-h/parisjetaime_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu-SWiV0I/AAAAAAAAASk/s-lk_3U1kLY/s320/parisjetaime_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378838784497474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He gives like, the cutest little speach to this boy is has fallen for.  Its really cute and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9yIURxI/AAAAAAAAASc/kGU7LPJ5j9A/s1600-h/paris,+je+t%27aime"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9yIURxI/AAAAAAAAASc/kGU7LPJ5j9A/s320/paris,+je+t%27aime" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378830134920978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacquou Le Croquant&lt;/span&gt; is an adventure romance about a boy who loses everything and grows up to avenge his family with the help of a lovely girl and a brave village of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9D3bjSI/AAAAAAAAASM/IR65nY1IM08/s1600-h/Jacquou+le+Croquant"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9D3bjSI/AAAAAAAAASM/IR65nY1IM08/s320/Jacquou+le+Croquant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378817716063522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styurofd_OI/AAAAAAAAASE/9e5MseGsCCU/s1600-h/Jacquou+Le+Corquant"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styurofd_OI/AAAAAAAAASE/9e5MseGsCCU/s320/Jacquou+Le+Corquant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378518310026466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is so damn attractive and I LOVE the dance scene.  SO GREAT! Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wvu5BhNzUPo"&gt;trailer:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Very Long Engagement&lt;/span&gt; a love story by the same person who made Amelie (one of my alltime favs) however I have not seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyupxwD3rI/AAAAAAAAARk/-VtDVppp2HM/s1600-h/A+Very+long+engagement"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyupxwD3rI/AAAAAAAAARk/-VtDVppp2HM/s320/A+Very+long+engagement" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378486435798706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love Audrey Tautou.  I cannot wait to get my hands on this film to see it.  the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LodHvEqjP3E"&gt;trailer: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannibal Rising&lt;/span&gt;, does this really need an explanation?  the prequel to Silence of the Lambs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9ZCI08I/AAAAAAAAASU/GlabHYTeMAA/s1600-h/hannibal-rising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Styu9ZCI08I/AAAAAAAAASU/GlabHYTeMAA/s320/hannibal-rising.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394378823398118338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda creepy, huh?  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he is gorgeous and brilliant and Lyndsay and I have decided to go to France this summer to stalk him.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm finally back in Ithaca.  It feels okay.  not wonderful, not bad.  just okay.  I miss home alot.  and my family.  being so far away makes me feel like I am missing so much of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;However I know I have to stay here if I want to achieve my dreams and go far in life.  I just wish I could go home more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a TON of work to do for this week, it's crazy.  I have a reading check tues, quiz and paper weds, another paper thurs, and a final paper fri.  I also need to start shooting my third photo assignment with the Large format cameras.  I am so excited to start shooting with one, because it looks so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyxATGyX-I/AAAAAAAAASs/ohr69_U_Sj8/s1600-h/large+format+camera"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyxATGyX-I/AAAAAAAAASs/ohr69_U_Sj8/s320/large+format+camera" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394381072369868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's crazy to realize that even tho this camera is really old, many people (my teacher included) still shoot with it!  I cannot wait to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should really pay attention in class.  I'll write more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5064608929681645393?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5064608929681645393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5064608929681645393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5064608929681645393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5064608929681645393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/silly-crushes-and-large-format-cameras.html' title='Silly Crushes and Large Format Cameras'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StyurIFZy3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/HrJ7bZ_eACQ/s72-c/gaspard_ulliel_reference.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-602965014032776799</id><published>2009-10-17T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:10:30.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break '09!</title><content type='html'>Again, it's been a rather long time since I last wrote here.  I'm just so darn busy at school all the time.  Last week I went to CCLR, the Cross-Cultural Leadership Retreat in Hamilton, NY.  There, we discussed racism, prejudice, gender roles, discrimination, etc.  I made such brilliant connections with all the people there, it was wonderful.  It was such a deep and intense weekend.  I really feel like it changed my life.  It's difficult to quanitfy, exactly, but I feel different.  I'm really grateful for the amazing friendships I made over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now I'm on break in Lewiston for the weekened.  I head back to Ithaca tomorrow.  I'm dreading it, since break has been so nice and relaxing and I know once I get back it will be stressful again.&lt;br /&gt;I am really not enjoying school very much.  I just don't want to be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't like Ithaca College, I just don't want to be in school at all.  ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this break's been nice, however.  I finally read the last book in the Queen of Babble series by Meg Cabot.  It was really entertaining, albeit a bit predictable.  typical unrealistic happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StqRzeYeu4I/AAAAAAAAARc/vRla_7_ILA4/s1600-h/queen+of+babble"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StqRzeYeu4I/AAAAAAAAARc/vRla_7_ILA4/s320/queen+of+babble" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393783817244687234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I went apple picking with dad.  while at our friends apple orchard, they let us shoot guns.  Neither my dad or I had ever shot a gun before, so that was pretty exciting.  Dad shot a rifle and a revolver, but the rifle scared me so I only shot the revolver.  I'm not a proponent for gun use, but it was exciting shooting one.  I didnt hit the target at all.  but at least I tried.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still working on my book that I am writing.  I'm trying to finish it, or at least write more, but I seem to be at a bloke.  It's pretty annoying, because I want to write more but I cant get anywhere.  ughh.  I'm hoping to work on my book some more on the bus ride back to IC tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and right now I am watching Interview with a Vampire starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Kirstin Dunst and Antiono Bandaras.  can I just say this is a reallly dumb film? &lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored with it.  After seeing awesome vampire stuff like True Blood, Vampire Diaries, Buffy and Twilight, this seems really lame and boring.  ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StqRt7wkTrI/AAAAAAAAARU/KH9s1FTE_-k/s1600-h/interview+with+a+vampire"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StqRt7wkTrI/AAAAAAAAARU/KH9s1FTE_-k/s320/interview+with+a+vampire" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393783722051129010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha.  They look so ridiculous.  Tom Cruise is so unattractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go back to school...&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder and harder everytime.  I am not enjoying school as much this year which is making it more difficult for me.  I feel as though my friends have become more distant and that I have less extra curriculars and more work.  I am just not enjoying myself very much anymore.  it sucks.  I like being home with my family and doing stuff here.  I like being carefree and just having fun doing nothing super serious.  Every day I'm getting older and older, and before I know it, I'll be graduating and living on my own and paying my own bills.  I wont be a kid anymore and I wont be able to just live and enjoy time with my family anymore.  and that frightens me.  Which is why part of me doesn't want to go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am wicked tired.  I need to go pack and go to bed.  I am so tired.  I do not want to take that long bus ride home.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-Elle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-602965014032776799?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/602965014032776799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=602965014032776799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/602965014032776799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/602965014032776799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-break-09.html' title='Fall Break &apos;09!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/StqRzeYeu4I/AAAAAAAAARc/vRla_7_ILA4/s72-c/queen+of+babble' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1743669706093593418</id><published>2009-09-24T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:20:36.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knowwww its been a while since I last wrote.  This became evident to me when one of my seven readers messaged me saying I hadn't written in a long time (thanks Charlotte).  So I am back on to write more about my insanely hectic life.  :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past month of school has been awesome.  I've been really busy with classes and work.  It's insane.  I literally have class and work every hour from 9-5.  I feel like its my summer job all over again.  Thankfully, ALL my classes are great.  My sociology teacher is really passionate, loves to bring up sex every class and makes soc fun.  cultural anthro is really chill but interesting as well.  Ben's in my class and we have tons of fun not paying attention.  haha.  and my other classes are all pretty cool as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so fun news, my character Sam got written off of Suiteness.  I found out AT the ICTV rush night.  I was SO FREAKING BUMMED.  but whatever.  its life.  I am now on the ICTV shows IC Everywhere, Hooking Up Abby, All that Glitters is Goldberg and This Week Tonight.  So i'll be pretty busy nonetheless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh, so I went to Cornell for the first time last week.  I visited Amanda and saw the play she was in, Bug.  It was really well done and she was wonderful.  After, we went to the KDR frat for a cast party.  It was surprisingly fun.  I ended up crashing on Amanda's floor after the party.  We had SO MUCH FUN.  I am actually planning on return next weekend.  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to give the show "Lost" a chance, since all my friends are really obsessed with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM OBSESSED NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a freaking brilliant and wonderful show.  I absolutely love it.  I'm a big fan of Kate/Sawyer.  they are so cute together.  Plus, Josh Holloway is gorgeous.  like, ridiculously gorgeous.  and the show is so in depth and has like, the greatest twists.  I recommend it to anyone who needs another reason to procrastinate.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of tv shows, all of my shows are starting up again for the 09/10 season.  I watch too much tv, damnit.  haha.  I've only added two new shows to my roster of "must watch".  haha.  I'm watching Lost (obviously), the Vampire Diaries.  they're both really great tv shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course I'll be following the shows House, Fringe, Bones, Dollhouse and Legend of the Seeker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, too much tv.  but I cant just stop.  haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my job as the Language Assistant is finally getting going.  We kind of spent the first month like, planning and teaching me the job requirements and stuff.  but I've planned my first floor program for next wednesday!  I'm excited yet also really nervous.  Hopefully things work out.  My program is a French Dessert Mixer.  I have to go to Wegmans to get food and supplies and then I have to bake everything on Monday or Tuesday.  Fingers crossed that everything goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Nothing too exciting has happened asides from that.  I am just happy it is almost the weekend, because I am really tired of this week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off.  class is done which means I am done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1743669706093593418?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1743669706093593418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1743669706093593418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1743669706093593418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1743669706093593418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-knowwww-its-been-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8297638169920469374</id><published>2009-08-25T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:45:20.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>So today is the last day before classes begin.  I cannot believe I'm already starting my second year of college.  Time really flies when you work sixty hour weeks all summer.  haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my new on campus job as a language assistant for the French dorm, Quartier Francais.  I met with the RA, RD, some language advisors and the whole language floor.  I think its gonna be a fun year.  My job is to help facilitate meetings, design bulletin boards and plan and implement floor programs.  I hope everything goes smoothly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the classes I'm taking this semester should be interesting.  Im taking Sociology, Cultural Anthropology, Intro to Painting and Personal Essay.  I've been trying to get into the Intermediate photo class but so far its full and I haven't been able to get in.  Ugh.  If not, then I'll find another class to take.  I'm just not sure what I'll take.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I read the book "He's Just Not That Into You" by Greg Behrendt and ohmigod, was it enlightening.  All the things the author said just totally make sense.  and the ridiculous thing is, its ALL like, common sense things.  I just never was really able to accept the fact that things were so black and white like that.  But it is.  and it makes SENSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpShRsFbCGI/AAAAAAAAARM/VE6HyRbwmnQ/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpShRsFbCGI/AAAAAAAAARM/VE6HyRbwmnQ/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374097580623595618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, if a guy you meet and chat with doesn't call you, then he's NOT INTO YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you should always just ASSUME that he doesn't like you.  That way you don't have to over analyze everything and spend your evening wondering if he likes you, or what he's doing right now or if he may develop feelings for you later.  If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen.  HE WILL ASK YOU OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've just decided to back off, stop over analyzing and obsessing about boys and just let things happen.  As odd and slightly bleak as it may sound, I'm just gonna assume that every boy is not interested until one comes along who shows me he is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, you all must read this book.  It was so wonderful.  I feel so enlightened.  haha.  The movie is really good as well (I'm watching it right now and I saw it on Valentine's Day) and its really enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.  My advice?  to all four of you who read this blog?  READ THE BOOK.  Its awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well I'm off for the evening.  Hope everyone has a wonderful day tomorrow, especially all my friends who start classes tomorrow!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love &amp;amp; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8297638169920469374?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8297638169920469374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8297638169920469374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8297638169920469374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8297638169920469374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpShRsFbCGI/AAAAAAAAARM/VE6HyRbwmnQ/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4306435072049141038</id><published>2009-08-23T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:42:06.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunions and Ridiculous Freshman</title><content type='html'>I have been in Ithaca for almost an entire week now.  How ridiculous is that?  It seems like just yesterday I was arriving and unpacking and organizing.  And now I am settled and reunited with all my friends.  Its almost difficult to believe.  It feels absolutely wonderful to be back here, yet a small part of me aches for the camaraderie I shared with my friends over the summer.  I became ridiculously close with some of them (through various means, one being the game "truth") and I really will miss that.&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;However, I have little time to dwell on this sadness because I have so many friends here at Ithaca.  It feels wonderful to walk across campus and see so many familiar faces and new ones.  I have met quite a few new freshman, most nice but all a bit too overeager.  Its literally exhausting spending time with them.  Their energy and excitement is fun, but also a bit too childish.  I feel jaded and significantly older, despite the fact that we are almost all less than a year apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its as though being at college for a year has made me age far more than I realized.  I think it will be interesting to see how these freshman turn out at the end of the year.  Some seem genuinely kind, while others are only interested in my friendship because I am older and they believe they will gain popularity be sticking onto me like leaches.  I've been able to see straight through their silly facades though and I am purposely avoiding said people now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also do not understand the freshmans obsession with partying.  especially during the first week.  All upperclassman find it annoying when freshman try getting into parties and mooching beer.  Its like, "we don't know you, we don't like you, why are you trying to get into our house to party?".  I just wish the freshman I met would understand this and lay off.  At least until they have actual friends who throw parties that they can attend.  Otherwise it just seems really pathetic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, asides from my little partying rant, everything is going splendidly.  I have spent many hours reconnecting with Steph, Malti, Tori and Amanda.  Darielle arrives tomorrow and I am just so excited for this new brilliant school year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and True Blood has only three more episodes.  and I cannot WAIT to see what happens.  Some of the freshman I've met this week love True Blood so we are going to have True Blood mondays and stream sunday night eps on monday.  Its going to be epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I am also Team Eric now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpH9tSZGBuI/AAAAAAAAARE/a32SW4U1r28/s1600-h/300px-Eric_Sookie.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpH9tSZGBuI/AAAAAAAAARE/a32SW4U1r28/s320/300px-Eric_Sookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373354784902743778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD, he is hott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am off to watch a film with Steph so I will write more later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4306435072049141038?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4306435072049141038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4306435072049141038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4306435072049141038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4306435072049141038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/08/reunions-and-ridiculous-freshman.html' title='Reunions and Ridiculous Freshman'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SpH9tSZGBuI/AAAAAAAAARE/a32SW4U1r28/s72-c/300px-Eric_Sookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6632488704852230535</id><published>2009-08-19T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:58:45.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer recap and back at IC</title><content type='html'>SO IM BACKKKKKKK!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at Ithaca, that is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels SO weird and slightly surreal.  It seems like I was here yesterday and I never left.  Summer was amazing, yet it also feels rather distant. Its odd.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start boring you with stuff about this year, I figured I would give a brief (sorta) recap on my amazing summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I worked ALL summer (literally all) at my three jobs, Applebee's, Camp Smiles and Flagship.  It was fun and I made a lot of money, although I did spend alot too.  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Quebec on vacation with my family and it was amazing.  While we were there the Summer Festival was underway and I was able to see some cool musicians and street performers.  The highlight, tho, of the week was seeing the YEAH YEAH YEAHS and STING perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQ0v7LXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AOVdNwt8rU8/s1600-h/YEAHYEAHYEAHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQ0v7LXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AOVdNwt8rU8/s320/YEAHYEAHYEAHS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631916769652082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE this band.  Times a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQtJWekI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2H9q8ohhTPo/s1600-h/Sting.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQtJWekI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2H9q8ohhTPo/s320/Sting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631914728815170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were both fantastic and brilliantly amazing.  I went with my dad and about 150,000 people.  It was insane.  My favorite concert by far.  Go see them if you ever have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July I went to OOB and Funtown with Lyndsay, Michelle, Brittany and Amanda for a "SATURDAY EXTRAVAGANZA."  It was really great and fun and epic.  I love how close I am with those girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Lyndsay's birthday we went to Boston and spent the day shopping and sight seeing.  It was really fun and lovely.  Lynds was even kissed on the mouth by a random stranger in Quincy Market.  It was hilarious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sPcu5F6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/iMUKItmZsic/s1600-h/bostonsexcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sPcu5F6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/iMUKItmZsic/s320/bostonsexcity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631893143000994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats us walking the streets of Boston.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend before I left for college I went to Six Flags New England with Lynds, Mich, Joseph, Ben and Jen!  It was THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD.  I had an amazing time and did almost every roller coaster (couldn't do them all because we ran out of time.)  My absolute favorite was the Superman ride, which was retitled Bizzaro.  It is THE MOST exhiliarting, exciting brilliant ride I have ever gone on in my entire life.  There were moments where I literally felt like I was flying.  I do believe I am in love with this man of steel.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQPKBeCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FqkDHrZgqdk/s1600-h/SupermanRideOfSteelNE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQPKBeCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FqkDHrZgqdk/s320/SupermanRideOfSteelNE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631906678568994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEST DROP EVER.  I rode the whole thing with my hands in the air!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sPwmCztI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1CSiiGBa2_w/s1600-h/supermannnnsixflags.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sPwmCztI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1CSiiGBa2_w/s320/supermannnnsixflags.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631898474598098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So asides from events and fun things I did, I had a LOT of fun hanging out with my friends.  Lynds and I became closer than ever through some intense games of truth.  I became really connected with my camp c0-counselors who were all amazing!  and Erica and I hung out every week.  and I saw all my old friends of course.  It was wonderful and extremely fulfilling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, overall, this summer was stupendous.  I had a marvelous time despite working SO MUCH and am really sad its over.  The summer just flew by far too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, on a slightly happier note, I am having QUITE a grand ol' time being back here at Ithaca.  I really did miss this silly little school.  It feels wonderful to be back.  I am mostly unpacked and my dorm room is SUPER cute.  I LOVE it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumpstart, the program I am helping to lead, is going wonderfully.  I have met some great freshman, although some are bit cocky and over enthusiastic but they will simmer down a bit as the weeks progress.  I've really clicked with some of the people in my ropes course group though.  It will be interesting to see how these friendships pan out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I should go, since I am exhausted and I REALLY need my sleep.  But now that I am back at college, I will write more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6632488704852230535?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6632488704852230535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6632488704852230535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6632488704852230535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6632488704852230535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-recap-and-back-at-ic.html' title='Summer recap and back at IC'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/So9sQ0v7LXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AOVdNwt8rU8/s72-c/YEAHYEAHYEAHS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5728943375751366461</id><published>2009-07-03T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:44:40.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>work.  fml.</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been quite a while since my last post.  I've been rather busy of late, so I haven't had much time to do anything, let alone update this blog that no one reads.  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, things have been going rather smoothly, all things considered.  I am a bit surprised I haven't had a mental breakdown yet, but I'm rather confident it will come sooner or later.  The main reason for this being the fact that I have been juggling work like a madman.  It's become literally my entire life.  I work every single day.  I kid you not.  Every day I am scheduled somewhere, if not at two places.  It is absolutely ridiculous.  I wish I could afford to quit one job, but I know I need that money for college.  Not to mention, quitting a job would disappoint quite a few people, and I don't really want to do that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather sad though.  I've gotten to the point in my summer where I am literally counting down the weeks until I return to school.  As much as I love home and my friends here, I hate hate hate my life.  I hate that I work non-stop and therefore am unable to maintain any sort of social life, asides from the occasional evening outings.  I keep hearing my friends concocting plans to visit Boston and see RENT, or spend a day at the mall or beach, and every time I am invited I must reluctantly refuse.  Because I have NO time for myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is another reason why I haven't written here in a while.  When I return from work, I am far too exhausted to do much of anything and I usually go to bed rather early.  I don't even have time to work on the book I am writing, which has sat untouched on my computer for over two weeks.  This is all insanely frustrating.  I am beginning to get that anxiety I get when overwhelmed.  I feel as though a heavy weight is resting on my chest, weighing me down and drowning me.  I don't want to do this the rest of the summer.  I just want to return to Ithaca, where life was simpler and actually enjoyable.  I cannot believe I am actually saying this, but I hate summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six more weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohgod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another sad note, As you are all probably aware of, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop died last week.  Such a tragedy.  He was only fifty years old.  Although some people have cheered and smile at the death of such an odd man, I find it quite sad and almost depressing.  He was a revolutionary musician who re-shaped the way our music is now.  He invented the moonwalk, and to this day, his Thriller Album continues to be the most successful, highest selling album of all times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sk2ZXSTayfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4xJlLHM9TTs/s1600-h/mike-thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sk2ZXSTayfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4xJlLHM9TTs/s320/mike-thriller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354104157342714354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thriller, one of his most popular and well-known songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sk2ZW3CoR_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CNCmUDpF2kM/s1600-h/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sk2ZW3CoR_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CNCmUDpF2kM/s320/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354104150024538098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he was an odd person, and although he may have done inappropriate things with children, I still really love him.  He had a difficult life, growing up in the spotlight, and I do not hate him for who he has become.  Rather, I feel sorry for the poor lost boy who never really fit in with he world, despite being so brilliant.  He was like the Elvis of the 80's.  I know he will never be truly forgotten, but I hope that those who read this blog will remember Michael for what he did for our music and not what he did with his life.  He never really had a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I had the most amazing thing happen to me the other day.  I was working at Applebees Sat, during my double, when while sweeping, I came across a lovely gold ring on the floor.  I approached the closest woman and inquired if she had lost her ring.  She had.  She was so greatful, she insisted on giving my five dollars, which I attempted to refuse.  I was just doing the right thing, I didnt need a reward for it (although it did feel nice to be recognized as a good person).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a few days later, I returned to work only to receive an envelope from my boss from the ring lady.  I quickly opened it to discover a fifty dollar bill tucked inside.  I literally almost screamed.  I had never ever been truly rewarded for such a simple act of kindness.  It was one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and on a side note, it has literally been raining or been overcast for over three weeks.  I am getting quite fed up with it.  I need the SUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, Asides from these few crazy things, life's been monotonous.  I am getting fed up with it.  The only thing I have to look forward to for this summer is a brief trip I am making to Quebec, my second favorite city.  It will be an awesome trip.  I love Queeb.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, well I am off to bed.  Tomorrow is literally a miracle and I must enjoy it.  I don't have camp!  Its the 3rd of July, which is a holiday since the fourth falls on a saturday.  I cannot WAIT to sleep in late.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5728943375751366461?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5728943375751366461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5728943375751366461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5728943375751366461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5728943375751366461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-fml.html' title='work.  fml.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sk2ZXSTayfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4xJlLHM9TTs/s72-c/mike-thriller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7236645852733894000</id><published>2009-06-18T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:13:24.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal.  and Nakednessss.</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSy2Xv6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/IM089ikMeZQ/s1600-h/TheProposal_1280x1024_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSy2Xv6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/IM089ikMeZQ/s320/TheProposal_1280x1024_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348546048901496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here are my thoughts on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, It was funny, but not like, WICKED funny.  Although I did laugh out loud quite a bit, so that is a plus.  My biggest issue was there was not enough like, chemistry between them.  I never really felt any sparks.  They were great at hating each other, but when they finally did fall for each other, i didnt really buy it.  It was like, not really love or anything.  more like they hated each other a lot less.  haha.  If that makes any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, It was SO typical.  It was like every other rom-com I have seen in years.  I wish they would release something new and fresh and original.  (although I wonder really how many original and fresh ideas one can have on a genre that is so popular and over done...) So perhaps being typical is okay, since like, how many fresh ideas are left in the world???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other criticism is that Sandra's character was not really likable.  ever.  I never really was like, 'Oh man, she is actually nice or cool or whatever,' I  just didnt care for her.  Although I LOVED Ryan's character the whole time.  He was great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so asides from my many criticisms, I actually enjoyed it.  I laughed and found it entertaining.  My favorite scene was one involving some guy, Ramone (played by that guy from The Office who plays Oscar... no clue what his name is.  haha) and a strip tease.  It was hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scene I really enjoyed was one with Ryan Reynolds naked.  (Although you saw more of Sandra naked.  which was disappointing.  because come on, almost everyone who goes to see that film will be girls.  and I KNOW they would rather see more of Ryan than Sandra.  But ohwell.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, I never realized how freaking attractive that man is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSvfrWLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nnjKr0zS4ak/s1600-h/ryanreynolds34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSvfrWLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nnjKr0zS4ak/s320/ryanreynolds34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348546048001005746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just take a moment to soak that in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSvfrWLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nnjKr0zS4ak/s1600-h/ryanreynolds34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSvfrWLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nnjKr0zS4ak/s320/ryanreynolds34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348546048001005746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall, It was a good movie.  Betty White was GREAT, btw.  haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give it a B+.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am off to bed.  I have a few meetings tomorrow and then work at 4:30 until most likely 10.  ughh.  I am not to excited for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell.  If you are ever in town, stop by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and Sweet Dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7236645852733894000?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7236645852733894000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7236645852733894000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7236645852733894000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7236645852733894000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal-and-nakednessss.html' title='The Proposal.  and Nakednessss.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjnaSy2Xv6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/IM089ikMeZQ/s72-c/TheProposal_1280x1024_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2450266782794551802</id><published>2009-06-17T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:03:51.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Cancelled Tv Shows.  and Work Work Work.</title><content type='html'>As you readers may have realized (all 3 of you), I really like television.  More than movies, more than video games, more than most entertainment related things.  I find that tv shows are so much more satisfying because you can do so much more and develop characters more fully and so much more can happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've decided to compile a list of 3 cancelled television shows that deserve a second chance after seeing EW's list online.  These are shows that should be renewed in my opinion, because they are AWESOME.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pushing Daisies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAV5w56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bJ9zzCwsze0/s1600-h/Pushing+Daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAV5w56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bJ9zzCwsze0/s320/Pushing+Daisies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348451173893466018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last year Pushing Daisies aired to critical acclaim and quite a huge fan following.  but that is not why I enjoyed it.  It is one of the most unique, cleverly written, aesthetically pleasing shows I have ever seen.  Unfortunately, due to declining ratings, it was canceled during its second season.  So although there are only about 30 episodes, it is definitely something you should watch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Arrested Development&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAERtiXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Liz7ZpXn1PY/s1600-h/arrested_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAERtiXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Liz7ZpXn1PY/s320/arrested_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348451169162070386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmD_8aQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eTjJEbzk7ZU/s1600-h/arrested_development_-_tobias_as_mrs_featherbottom1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmD_8aQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eTjJEbzk7ZU/s320/arrested_development_-_tobias_as_mrs_featherbottom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348451167050461394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a cast this eclectic and brilliant and humorous, this is a no brainer.  Everyone needs the Bluths.  I still don't understand why Fox would cancel such a gem.  This is seriously, in my humble opinion, The BEST comedy I have ever seen.  ever.  Thankfully, I hear there is a movie in the works.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Firefly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAHqVx_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FoDJcDVTtvY/s1600-h/firefly_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAHqVx_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FoDJcDVTtvY/s320/firefly_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348451170070677490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, Fox, really?  Must you screw up every decent tv show?  Directed by Joss Whedon (Buffy, Angel), Firefly was a show that really had it all.  excitement, adventure, sexual tension and brilliant writers.  unfortunately, Fox messed up yet again and air the shows out of order and changed the air nights multiple times.  Because of this, it received poor ratings (well duh, who can follow a normal tv schedule, let alone one that is that erratic?) and then it was canceled.  But again, like Arrested Development, Firefly continues to have a HUGE fan following.  They even made a feature length film for theaters a few years back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that is my list.  those are all great shows that were stupidly canceled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO BRING THEM BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in other news, I officially have three jobs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know your thinking, "Wow, how can Elle handle that much work?  She must be freaking out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guess what.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jkhagdkklalkfasfdjkla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally don't know how I will have enough energy to handle all three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my schedule.  Mon-Fri, I work from 7:30 to 4:30 at the camp.  Then, directly after that I head over to Applebees (not every night, just 2 or 3) and work from 4:30 until 8:30 ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, on the Saturdays, I will be working probably a double at Applebees, from 11am till 8:30pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in between all that, I'll try to fit a shift or two at flagship.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally have no clue how this will all work out.  Ohmygod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure halfway through this summer I will die of exhaustion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until then, I'll be earning quite a bit of moneyyy.  which is all going to pay my college tuition.  k;ghakdfag;halh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I really miss College.  I miss the excitement and freedom and my friends.  alot.  Although I cannot believe I only have two more months until I go back.  I feel like that day will never come.  haha.  ohwell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to see The Proposal tonight.  I cant wait.  It looks really funny.  I hope its good.  I miss Sandra Bullock.  It seems like ages since I last saw a film with her in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a wonderful evening, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2450266782794551802?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2450266782794551802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2450266782794551802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2450266782794551802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2450266782794551802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-cancelled-tv-shows-and-work-work.html' title='Best Cancelled Tv Shows.  and Work Work Work.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjmEAV5w56I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bJ9zzCwsze0/s72-c/Pushing+Daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8572562686680998988</id><published>2009-06-17T00:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:37:17.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing the heimlich is a really good skill</title><content type='html'>I saved someone's life today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How weird is that?  Thinking that today I kept someone alive?  It's also really scary to think that they could be dead right now.  Gives me the chills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the reason this scares me so much is the fact that the person was pretty close to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my little brother, Daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger and I went to those CPR/first aid classes, I never thought I would really ever need those skills.  I always thought, "come on, those things would never happen around me?!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while I was talking with my mother in her office, Daniel came down to see what we were doing.  He casually munched on a pretzel stick while we continued talking about some work dilemmas I have been facing (more on that later this week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly, out of the blue, he rushes over to us clutching his throat.  He couldn't speak, cough, scream, nothing.  only silence was coming from him.  I could tell it was serious because sometimes when people are only slightly choking, they can still make sounds.  He couldn't say anything.  Which meant that there was ZERO air getting to his lungs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom yelped and was like, "Oh my god, what do we do? He's choking!!"  She basically panicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, however, was like, oddly calm and just said, "Daniel, come here".  I grabbed him and began giving him the heimlich.  The first few thrusts were sloppy, but then I found my groove and kept going until, about 7 or 8 thrusts later, he coughed/gagged the pretzel piece up.  After making sure he was okay, I started shaking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like, while he was choking, I had this insane adrenaline rush (you can google it :P) and was really calm and controlled.  but then, after we knew he was okay, the whole realization of the event really hit me and I realized that, "wow.  I just saved his life.  He could have died."  I couldn't stop shaking for like, ten minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole things still feels really surreal.  Like, I can't believe I actually used the heimlich on someone with the intention of saving their life.  That is so odd to think about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this whole event, I realized something else.  You know how in scary or intense situations, some people freeze up, some freak out and some stay calm and take care of things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I think I'm in the last category.  Which really makes me feel good.  I know now that in life, I'll be able to face difficult things and be okay.  I'll stay calm and hopefully handle anything that comes my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad he is okay.  &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on a different note, It has been officially a week since my wisdom teeth were removed.  I am happy to say that I am making a quick and healthy recovery.  My teeth/jaw still hurts a bit and there are wholes in my mouth still, but over all its gotten much better.  My jaw has had a difficult time opening (which is normal after this surgery) but I've made great strides in getting it back to the way it was.  I can now fit two vertical fingers in my mouth.  which may not sound impressive, but originally I couldn't even fit one finger.  And the nurse at my teethcheckup today said I was doing great!  haha.  hopefully in a few weeks I'll be completely back to normal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I've made like, a major turn around.  I have become insanely healthy.  It's odd.  I haven't really had any sweets or sodas or unhealthy food in a while and I dont miss it(not including the four days I took to recoup from my surgery, where all I ate was popsicles and milkshakes, but like, come on, It was surgery, I'm allowed to.  plus, it was really all I could eat.  haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, back to the healthy thing.  My mom started doing weight watchers, and she was like, hey, If you do this with me, I will pay for you to do it.  So I figured, hey, why not.  I'll give it a try.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oddly enough, it's relatively easy AND I don't feel like I'm starving myself or dieting.  I'm just being SO MUCH HEALTHIER.  I've been drinking more water, less milk ( I used to drink an absurd amount) and am eating lots of greens, veggies, fruits and whole wheat stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being this healthy has also inspired me to exercise more often.  Last week I went on a 15-20 mile bikeride with Elise, and I've gone running a few times as well.  It is so great.  I feel great and Its easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost 7 pounds.  In two weeks.  (and don't forget about my milkshake popsicle binge during that time.  haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH.  Isn't that CRAZY?!?!?!  I feel so goood!!!  I even tried on an old pair of jeans that I used to LOVE but I haven't been able to fit into them in years (not even get them past my thigh.  haha).  And they are a bit tight, but they FIT!  Its SO crazy.  I hope that if I keep this up and continue exercising and being healthy, maybe I'll be twenty pounds lighter when I return to school.  *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, a few last things to leave you with before I depart for dreamland (I mean, come on, its 1:30 am right now, I am tiredd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW FREAKING AWESOME WAS THE TRUE BLOOD PREMIERE?!?!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjiAwB9ttgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HmirCL5yXXs/s1600-h/True+Blood+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjiAwB9ttgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HmirCL5yXXs/s320/True+Blood+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166120151823874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;five things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. YAY!! Lafayette is not dead!  That makes me so happy.  I really liked his crazyass-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Eric with foils dying his hair.  HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Okay, I love Sookie and all, but she is SO hot and cold ALL the time, Its HELLA annoying.  She like, is constantly walking out on Bill for the slightest mess ups and is always like, "I'm just not sure I can do this anymore, be with you, etc etc etc blah blah blah"  and then ten minutes later, they're having sex.  which leads me to point four...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. OMG, that was the hottest sex scene I've seen on tv in ages.  SO GOOD.  hahaha.  I was like, if they do not have sex the premiere episode, I will be very angry.  but they did.  so I was happy.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Jason annoyed me so much last season.  He was so annoying and whore-ish.  And I am afraid he is going to annoy me even more this season, since he has done a 180 and gone to the other end of the spectrum, as a Jesus-lovin' vamp-hatin' crazy person.  I really wish they would make him less CRAZY so I could like his character a little more.  And so that I wouldn't groan everytime he came onscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all of my thoughts on True Blood, aka the hottest show on tv right now.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet dreams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8572562686680998988?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8572562686680998988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8572562686680998988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8572562686680998988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8572562686680998988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/06/knowing-heimlich-is-really-good-skill.html' title='Knowing the heimlich is a really good skill'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SjiAwB9ttgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HmirCL5yXXs/s72-c/True+Blood+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3893821532764481024</id><published>2009-06-10T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:22:41.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain</title><content type='html'>So, I though yesterday was bad, being numb and woozy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, was I wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is absolutely horrible.  I woke up in some of the worst pain I have ever been it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its worse than the time I had eight stitches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its worse than the time I had a rock thrown in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its worse than the time I feel off the monkey bars onto my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant swallow.  I cant eat anything.  which sucks, because to take the vicodin, I need to eat first.  It took me almost an hour to eat half a cup of yogurt.  it sucks so much.  I'm been trying to eat a freeze pop now, but I cant open my mouth wide enough to fit it in.  Its terrible.  Swallowing is the worst.  It hurts So bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sitting here right now watching Amelie with an ice pack tied around my face.  Its the only thing that really helps.  I hope this gets better soon, because I am not sure how much I can endure.  this really is terrible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;klfhdaklgbgalkgjfkdlahjkgh;adhgjajkga  *insert pain face here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm off to try to eat a little more.  and then take more pain meds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this really sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3893821532764481024?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3893821532764481024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3893821532764481024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3893821532764481024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3893821532764481024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain-pain-pain-pain-pain.html' title='Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1846902249960894668</id><published>2009-06-09T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:14:23.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a half numb, Vicodin popping, Widsom toothless girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I had my wisdom teeth removed bright and early this morning.  It wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I had imagined it to be.  I arrived at the oral surgeons around 8 in the morning, and right away I was taken in for surgery.  They clipped these blue clips on my wrists and ankle to monitor me, I assume.  they also clipped a tiny white clip on my pointer finger to monitor my heartbeat.  then they strapped my arms in, which surprisingly didn't frighten me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, the doctor put a tight band around my arm to better find my vein.  Then they put an IV in.  It was all very interesting.  After, they put oxygen, which was all rather relaxing.  haha.  I don't even remember falling asleep.  The last thing I recall is the nurse telling me to open my mouth to stick something in.  and then I was a goner.  I recall opening my eyes or something at some point and seeing people over me and lots of blue.  but that could just be a figment of my imagination.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like, I don't even remember being asleep.  the next thing I knew, the nurse was helping me off the chair into a recovery room.  It was all very trippy and surreal.  Kinda like being on LSD or something.  but weaker.  not that I've ever done LSD or anything.  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, So all day I've been recuperating.   I cant really eat much, but I keep eating soup and water and pudding.  I've watched like, three movies today.  I feel so lazy.  Which actually isn't that good.  I really want to go running or biking or something.  But not for another few days, I suppose.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope I heal quickly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1846902249960894668?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1846902249960894668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1846902249960894668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1846902249960894668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1846902249960894668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/06/diary-of-have-numb-vicodin-popping.html' title='Diary of a half numb, Vicodin popping, Widsom toothless girl.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4646504587578697172</id><published>2009-06-01T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:00:02.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holycow, It's been ages!</title><content type='html'>It really has been far too long since I last wrote.  I've just been ridiculously busy these last few weeks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, brief recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been home for about a month, now.  I applied to a million jobs.  Was recently hired at Applebees.  its been great.  I really like it there.  and of course I still work at Flagship as well.  haha  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Boston a couple weeks back with Charlotte, Elise, and Amanda.  we spent the day shopping and then went to see Spring Awakening, the Broadway tour.  Can I just say it was brilliant?  It was truly amazing.  I really enjoyed the show.  The music is so amazing.  I cant began to explain just how well done and awesome it really was.  You just need to see it for yourself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bSM95p-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RPMV-I7pIew/s1600-h/Springawakening2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bSM95p-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RPMV-I7pIew/s320/Springawakening2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169438523631586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you dont like sex.  Dont see this show.  hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bKNlgjxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/El1F46T57tY/s1600-h/SringAwallpaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bKNlgjxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/El1F46T57tY/s320/SringAwallpaper2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169301250805522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brilliant cast.  This is the original cast.  I saw the tour cast.  But both are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJw_g0zI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dk41weyk0sk/s1600-h/Spring_Awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJw_g0zI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dk41weyk0sk/s320/Spring_Awakening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169293575246642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"There's a moment you know.... You're fucked.  Not an inch more room, to self destruct" Great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJ23RmII/AAAAAAAAAO0/BmXxsAW9q34/s1600-h/spring_awakening_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJ23RmII/AAAAAAAAAO0/BmXxsAW9q34/s320/spring_awakening_img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169295151306882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family went to Acadia National Park during Memorial weekend.  we did a ton of hiking.  and daniel threw a giant rock bigger than a baseball into my face.  it was great......  haha.  but thankfully i survived and am no worse for it.  And we watched the sunset on the top of Cadillac Mountain, which I must say was positively breathtaking.  I recommend watching it the next time you have a free weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJoJ5g-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_HJSMXDmqRk/s1600-h/acadia_national_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJoJ5g-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_HJSMXDmqRk/s320/acadia_national_park.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169291202888674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we saw people climbing and propelling off this cliff.  It was epic.  and insanely scary.  I wish I could have done it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Graduation was this past Friday.  and my dad was the Keynote Speaker.  He was brilliant.  I was ridiculously proud of him that evening.  He had been working on his speech for some time, and I was afraid it was going to turn into another old follow your dreams speech that everyones' heard and the students wouldnt remember three weeks from now.  So I kept tell dad to "Put some Bernie into it."  I was like, "dad, your crazy, hilarious, eccentric, students love you for that.  So be that in your speech and they will love it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For his speech, he began by blasting the music from the films Rocky over the loud speaker.  Then, dressed in sweats, a helmet, and boxing gloves, he ran down the aisles where the graduates sat and pounded all their fists.  it was brilliant.  They students ate it all up.  I loved it.  Then, towards the end of his song, he went onto the stage and pumped his fists in the air, like Rocky did.  It was incredible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJU7MSwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BuaFyNypXBs/s1600-h/rocky_steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bJU7MSwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BuaFyNypXBs/s320/rocky_steps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169286040931074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if the students remember nothing else from that crazy evening, I can guarantee you that they will never forget that.  it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so that is basically a condensed version of this last crazy hectic month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asides from all of these things, life has been rather mellow.  I've been eating really healthy and exercising of late, and its started to pay off.  I've lost five lbs this week so far!  I've gone running a few tims, and last night, Elise her father and I all went for a really long two hour bike ride, around 15-20 miles.  It was a lot of uphill, which made it extremely arduous.  and it rained for the last thirty minutes of the ride.  so that was a bit unpleasant.  But overall, it was a really fun workout.  Im hoping to do something like that once a week for the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I don't know if I've mentioned this in pervious blogs, but I'm writing a book.  I've been working on it for some time now, and I am actually getting somewhere.  I started writing in the beginning of April, and I now have over 10,000 words!!!!  ISNT THAT AWESOME!?!?!  I did some research, and I've discovered that it takes about 80,000 words to write a 300 page novel.  So I am over 1/8th of the way there!  It's really exciting.  Oh, and just to let you know, it has NOTHING to do with Vampires.  haha.  I am avoiding that genre COMPLETELY.  It is far too overdone.  Actually, there will be no fantasy elements in it at all.  I wanted to keep this a tad bit more realistic.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, its going well.  And I have a rather solid outline and clear direction, so hopefully if inspiration keeps, I'll be done by this time next year.  But then I'll have months and months of edits.  and THEN, if things go well, I'll look into getting it published.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I really should go.  I'm waking up rather early tomorrow to have my wisdom teeth removed.  This is going to be exciting and pleasant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I may write later this week if I am coherent enough.  Or I may just write next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you dont hear from me, have a wonderful week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4646504587578697172?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4646504587578697172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4646504587578697172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4646504587578697172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4646504587578697172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/05/holycow-its-been-ages.html' title='Holycow, It&apos;s been ages!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Si3bSM95p-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RPMV-I7pIew/s72-c/Springawakening2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1748966360956127000</id><published>2009-05-17T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:50:15.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in The Lew'  and season finale time.</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's taken me so long to write.  Life's been rather busy and overwhelming and I just haven't found time to write recently.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, finals at school went rather well.  I got the second highest grade on my strat com final, so I was pretty excited!  a 93.  Which totally made up for the horrible midterm that I messed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gradewise, I did rather well this year.  I've been able to balance my school work AND a social life.  which is nice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on  really exciting note:  I got my nose pierced!!!!  It looks really cool.  It was a very spontaneous decision.  After ACING my strat com final, I decided to just go get it done.  So i did.  and it really didnt hurt at all.  and I LOVE IT.  its so cute.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jVOgLRUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sPpgbwIU1z0/s1600-h/Photo+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jVOgLRUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sPpgbwIU1z0/s320/Photo+51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336663668522960194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now Im home in Lewiston.  I really miss my friends from school though.  I really miss seeing everyone everyday, and laughing and being ridiculous, and quoting SNL to each other and gossiping about boys and such.  I cannot believe its been already a whole week since I've been home.  It seems like its been so much longer than that.  I miss Ithaca a ridiculous amount.  There is absolutely NOTHING to do here in Lewiston, so I am constantly bored.  Like, there are NO social outlets for people over the age of 18.  The only fun things to do around here are bowling and going to the movies.  THATS IT!  It gets really old, you know.  Plus, I really only have a few close friends in Lewiston.  I never really connected with people here, I feel so much more at home in Ithaca.  I wish I could go back.  I'm sick of the boredom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jukmFoYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hEVlPUx6WGc/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jukmFoYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hEVlPUx6WGc/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336664103950066050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this girl.  SO MUCH.  hahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jus5OT0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/y-QAsLEiovU/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jus5OT0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/y-QAsLEiovU/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336664106177810242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how we spend our weeknights.  be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the really only exciting thing thats happened since being home is that I have an interview at TGIFridays!  Im reallly really excited, because if I can get a job there and start waitressing, I could make so much money for college.  *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so onto way more interesting things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS PAST WEEK WAS TV SWEEPS WEEKS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(aka the week of all the season finales)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Im gonna discuss the ones I did see.  There WILL be spoilers, so beware.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igCJ59UI/AAAAAAAAANU/JXZR_Shw3Bo/s1600-h/house+and+cuddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igCJ59UI/AAAAAAAAANU/JXZR_Shw3Bo/s320/house+and+cuddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662754675258690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH!!!!!  It was ALL a hallucination!  even the Cuddy/House sex!  and the detox!  NONE of it was real!!!!  that is ridiculously upsetting.  I was so excited after the second to last episode, and to discover that none of it was real is so frustrating.  I wonder where things will go next season.  Will House be in rehab for a lot of episodes, or only a few?  will Cuddy and House hook up for real next season????  (oh, and random thought, whats happening with Thirteen's Huntingtons disease.  they talked about it so much at the beginning of this season, but then stopped.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I cant wait to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igbwaQhI/AAAAAAAAANc/o5SyvD-XSy8/s1600-h/Fringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igbwaQhI/AAAAAAAAANc/o5SyvD-XSy8/s320/Fringe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662761547645458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!  The minute they started talking about alternate realities, I totally called that Peter was from a different one.  I wonder what will happen when he finds out.  and I loved the end when Olivia looked out the window to see the Twin Towers.  SO BRILLIANT.  They've really opened the show up to SO MANY crazy possibilities for next season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Office:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igt5uJCI/AAAAAAAAANk/cGFykeTQqY4/s1600-h/The+Office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igt5uJCI/AAAAAAAAANk/cGFykeTQqY4/s320/The+Office.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662766418535458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohmygod, SHES PREGNANT!!!!  AHHHH!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-ighCuuFI/AAAAAAAAANs/E5dToCUfO90/s1600-h/Bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-ighCuuFI/AAAAAAAAANs/E5dToCUfO90/s320/Bones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662762966661202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.  The whole episode was wicked confusing and I was like, WHAT IS GOING ON!!  I didnt really care too much for it, but I did enjoy all the little jokes and references, like Gormogon and such.  The one thing I really enjoyed was that Zach Addy was back.  I miss him SO MUCH.  he was such a great character.  I hope they can incorporate him more next year.  Oh, and Booth having Amnesia?!  dammit.  After Bones finally realizes she likes him, he forgets who he is.  That is SO FRUSTRATING.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igqsqDHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yV4YNleF89w/s1600-h/greys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-igqsqDHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yV4YNleF89w/s320/greys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662765558434930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even watch this show regularly, but I do follow the story line because my friends all watch it and talk about it, so I decide to watch the season finale.  After watching MAYBE two episodes all season, I watched tonights episode and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11BfYQXvZlQ&amp;amp;feature=popular"&gt;BAWLED&lt;/a&gt;.  It was the saddest thing I have seen in so long.  I couldnt believe that John Doe was George.  So tragic.  and then when Izzy coded, oh my god, I almost died a little bit.  I think personally she will survive, because K. Heigel said she would stay on the show.  but I do know that TR Knight wanted off, so I think George is a goner.  but again, who knows.  we wont find out until next year.  (which I will definitely watch.  haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this isnt really about the finale, but DOLLHOUSE HAS BEEN RENEWED!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-lPRvMP-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/uDIyeOz5PGw/s1600-h/Dollhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-lPRvMP-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/uDIyeOz5PGw/s320/Dollhouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336665765335285730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a little justice.  Joss Whedon DESERVED it.  Fox screwed him over WAY too badly with Firefly to not give his new show, Dollhouse, a chance.  I hope it fares better next year.  and they should definitely put it on a different night.  Fridays is a killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that all the shows are over, I'm taking a tv hiatus.  This summer, Im going to write on my blog more, work, continue writing my book and read.  TONS of reading.  I miss reading three books a week, like I used to do all the time last year.  Unfortunately, I need to FIND three books to read each week.  At least, good books.  I've had such a difficult time finding any decent reading.  I feel like after reading Twilight and the Gemma Doyle trilogy, nothing I read now ever seems to match up.  Its really disappointing.  Those books were so brilliant, and everything Ive read since then just is lacking, or is rather shallow and not meaningful enough for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh well.  hopefully Ill come across something to read that is amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any suggestions, leave me comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Its really late and I should be heading to bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1748966360956127000?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1748966360956127000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1748966360956127000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1748966360956127000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1748966360956127000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-lew-and-season-finale-time.html' title='Back in The Lew&apos;  and season finale time.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sg-jVOgLRUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sPpgbwIU1z0/s72-c/Photo+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1297346251200982247</id><published>2009-05-02T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:55:25.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you have 7 days....</title><content type='html'>All jokes and puns about my title notwithstanding, I really do have seven days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seven days until I leave Ithaca for four months, that is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings up a few emotions for me.  The first would be utmost joy and excitement.  Because that will signify the end of school and the beginning of summer.  It also means that I get to see my four best friends from home, Charlotte, Elise, Lyndsay and Anne.  Who I all miss tremendously.  And I get to sleep a bit more.  which is a rather exciting prospect.  I've been so tired of late.  Although staying up until 2 am mostly is not helping that issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason why I am happy to be leaving?  I am ridiculously fed up with living in this dorm.  There is so much negative energy.  Half of the people here do not comprehend the idea of "having fun" and are entirely miserable.  Its pulling me down, I just do not need that sort of negativity around me.  No sir, I do not need any of it.  I'll be so glad to be away from these people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other emotion I'm feeling about leaving is sadness.  I really love Ithaca.  Its such a great place.  Not to mention I'll miss my three best college friends so much.  Unfortunately we all live rather far from each other, so visits may be limited, if not entirely impossible.  We'll see.  I'll also miss the freedom.  I love not having any parents.  And although I'm rather free at home as well, here, I can literally do what I please without even passing something by the parentals.  At home, I still have to pretend like I give a damn about their rules.  haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was I.C. Kicks Back, which is a huge school sponsored picnic to celebrate the end of school.  They had inflatable bouncy slides and obstacle courses, some sub par music acts and quite a bit of free food.  It was wonderful.  and then, to make the afternoon perfect (many people would disagree with this, but I was happy) it began to rain.  and not just rain, but pour.  like, torrential storm pour.  haha.  it was wonderful.  In my humble opinion, one of the most soothing things is pouring rain on a warm summer evening.  After realizing that any attempts at dryness were futile, I just gave up and let the water soak me.  I stood there with my eyes shut as the heavens opened up above me, engulfing me in the warm rain falling around me.  It was wonderful.  As other people ran by for shelter, I just stood there and took it all in.  It was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so Stephanie and I discovered possibly the most amazing new television show.  Im a bit surprised I've yet to mention it, honestly.  Its brilliant.  It's a bit of Twilight meets the sex (from Sex and the City) meets racist white trash Louisiana.  and I LOVE IT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfvtoSgahXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fDaL7G6Ez2M/s1600-h/trueblood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfvtoSgahXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fDaL7G6Ez2M/s320/trueblood2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115860341458290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephen Moyer as Bill the vampire is amazing.  I love it.  I even dont mind the strong southern accents.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfvtoM36ltI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TC-rjJsNWyE/s1600-h/true+blood+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfvtoM36ltI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TC-rjJsNWyE/s320/true+blood+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115858829416146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolutely delicious.  I recommend watching it.  Its all available online (if you look a bit.  haha.  or ask me for links).  Season 2 starts on HBO in June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and speaking of television shows, remember Pushing Daisies?  The critically acclaimed Emmy nominated tv show that was foolishly canceled?  The one that was ridiculously brilliant and by far my favorite tv show on?  well, I recently found two of the three unaired episodes online.  I was ecstatic.  the episodes were brilliant as well.  unfortunately, this has had an adverse effect on me.  Because I had been able to successfully overcome my sadness for this show and move on last fall.  and now, after watching these two new episodes, all the disappointments over the end of this amazing show came flooding back.  So now these feelings of sadness are building up inside of me again, because I really miss Ned the Pie maker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sfvto3Nkm_I/AAAAAAAAANM/QfK91vMW7WY/s1600-h/Pushing+Daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sfvto3Nkm_I/AAAAAAAAANM/QfK91vMW7WY/s320/Pushing+Daisies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115870194539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best ensemble cast.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sfvtoofa9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/soBkscKD6Bg/s1600-h/ned+the+piemaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sfvtoofa9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/soBkscKD6Bg/s320/ned+the+piemaker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115866242873058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Ned the Pie Maker.  How I miss your delicious face.  and amazing cuteness.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more unaired episode I've yet to find, but when I finish that, it truly will be a sad sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, It is almost three.  which is ridiculous, seeing as how early I was barely awake enough to read my murder mystery novel by Michele Jaffe, LOVERBOY.  brilliant, for the record.  Im really into it.  Definitely read it if you have a chance.  Involves a serial killer, which is my favorite type of book.  I find serial killers fascinating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I really must be off to bed.  I'm rather exhausted and my roommate wants to get breakfast around 10:30.  which is ridiculously early, for the record.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1297346251200982247?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1297346251200982247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1297346251200982247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1297346251200982247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1297346251200982247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-7-days.html' title='you have 7 days....'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfvtoSgahXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fDaL7G6Ez2M/s72-c/trueblood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8765911914143715867</id><published>2009-04-27T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:37:56.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swines and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Well the Mayans were wrong.  The end of the world is not 2012.  Its apparently right now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least, that's the way everyone is acting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Saturday night, I have been bombarded with news articles, facebook statuses and overheard conversations about this upcoming Pandemic commonly known as the Swine Flu (personally, I feel that these names lack in creativity.  Bird flu? Swine flu?  why not something a tad bit more creative, huh?).  Everywhere I look people are talking about it.  Some in jest, while others in legitimate fear.  This is my thought on the issue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question:  What can you, as a simple individual, do about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your answer is (and it will be) "nothing", then WHY STRESS OUT?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfaUNB4T9CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NfPqKwp-txo/s1600-h/swine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfaUNB4T9CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NfPqKwp-txo/s320/swine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610160603395106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dont go to close to this guy, you may get Swine flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(okay okay, you dont actually catch it from pigs.  You catch it from people...  Although in the case of some, its the same thing...  hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO ONE in the US has died of it yet, there is nothing you personally can do to prevent this, so why bother worrying?  There is no point.  I don't see the point in giving oneself an ulcer over something they cannot prevent.  plain and simple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not worried.  Im enjoying each of these beautiful days.  And if tomorrow I drop dead due to Swine flu, then so be it.  but no point in stressing out now!  Just remember to stay home if your sick so others don't get sick, wash your hands and you'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and on a happier note, Today (although technically its yesterday, since its after midnight) was my birthday!  It was a nice calm day, although a bit dull to be honest.  I miss the big parties with my friends and the nice dinners with my family.  Today just felt like any old day really.  I miss the parties and sleepovers and such.  However my amazing roommate DID bake me a cake and everyone sang happy birthday, which was super sweet.  and she got me PINK contacts case!  how cool and entirely unnecessary is that?!?!  hahah.  I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I only have two more weeks of school.  well, less than that, really.  I go home next friday!  ah, that is so insane!  I cannot believe how quickly my freshman year of school has gone by.  crazy.  Life is flying by so quickly.  especially if I end up dying of Swine flu.  hahaha  Now I just need to get focused and finish all my work so I pass this semester.  haha.  I have such a problem with motivation here.  ughhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so lately, if you haven't noticed from my lack of posts, I've been suffering a bit of writers block. I haven't written anything for my story Im writing.  And I haven't written here in a while.  I just have no inspiration to write. sad, i know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now it is swelteringly hott and unbearable.  It's been this way all weekend.  I love the heat, but only when I have a body of water nearby.  And here, we've got NOTHING.  nada, zip, zilch.  The pool doesn't open until after I've left school.  which is entirely pointless, you know.  why have a pool that is closed all year?!?  hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfaUM6qs9gI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1PACKBK_rwU/s1600-h/pool-scum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfaUM6qs9gI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1PACKBK_rwU/s320/pool-scum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610158667265538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That is what our pool at IC looks like.  Its gross.  I MISS PRETTY BLUE WATER.  AND THE OCEAN.  AHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Edit: not actual photo.  artistic representation... actually a stolen photo from google.  haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I really should go to bed.  Its almost 1:30 and Im rather tired.   I'll write more later hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8765911914143715867?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8765911914143715867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8765911914143715867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8765911914143715867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8765911914143715867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/04/swines-and-birthdays.html' title='Swines and Birthdays'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SfaUNB4T9CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NfPqKwp-txo/s72-c/swine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8824391277106229703</id><published>2009-04-15T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:48:27.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of strange...</title><content type='html'>Guess what song I have stuck in my head??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you guessed Mad World by Tears for Fears, you would be correct.  I was in strat com and my awesome professor was showing us ads and he played a Gears of War ad that had the song and now its stuck in my head.  haha.  ahwell, its a good song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhh, so last night, ICTV's new season of shows started, and the show I am on, SUITENESS, Premiered last night!!!  it was EPIC.  its about six crazy guys who live in a suite and their college adventures.  I play Samantha, a girl who lives near the suite who the main character, Nick, has a crush on.  Its kind of like The Office meets college life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a premiere party up in the Circle Apartments and it was great!  We had at least 40 people there to watch it.  I was a bit afraid that the show would only be funny to us since we made it and understood it.  I was afraid that outsiders and the general viewers would find it stupid.  However, it was brilliant!  Everyone was laughing and really enjoying it.  I am so happy with how it turned out.  The whole night I kept getting texts from people saying they really enjoyed the show.  If you feel like watching it, it will be up online soon.  Hopefully in the next day or two.  The link to the website is&lt;a href="http://ictv.org/show/Suiteness/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so exciting.   We are already planning season 2!  Its so rad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeZHC-Ap36I/AAAAAAAAAMc/7N-NtXVrPXQ/s1600-h/suiteness+speed+dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeZHC-Ap36I/AAAAAAAAAMc/7N-NtXVrPXQ/s320/suiteness+speed+dating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021725743243170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a photo from one of the scenes coming up for Episode three, our final episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the weather is SO NICE today.  I absolutely love this weather.  I cant wait for it to warm up a bit more so I can go swimming.  I miss water.  oh, and there are only 23 days left of this semester!!!!  I am so excited.  I miss home so much and cannot wait to end this semester.  Although I'm really going to miss Ithaca a lot.  I love it here.  This has truly become my second home.  I know that by mid August, I will be entirely ready to return for another semester.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's odd, I haven't been very inspired to write anything on my blog recently.  My life has been rather bland.  There hasn't really been anything exciting going on to write about.  ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in class right now and this is SO BORING.  However I should at least pretend to be paying attention.  so I'll write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8824391277106229703?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8824391277106229703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8824391277106229703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8824391277106229703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8824391277106229703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-it-kind-of-funny-i-find-it-kind.html' title='I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of strange...'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeZHC-Ap36I/AAAAAAAAAMc/7N-NtXVrPXQ/s72-c/suiteness+speed+dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3599861621449607617</id><published>2009-04-13T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:07:38.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, man.</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was Easter weekend and EVERYONE here at IC went home....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for my roommate and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had a rather low key weekend.  It was eerily quiet and empty here.  Not a soul about.  It made me a bit uncomfortable.  haha.  After a whole night of boredom, Darielle and I decided to go on a Roommate date.  hahaha.  We took the bus to the Mall and spent a few hours shopping.  I got some stuff at Victoria's Secret :P, ate some chinese food and bought a new book, Evermore by Alyson Noel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOUH-NzpQI/AAAAAAAAAME/rm6Wb2zstyQ/s1600-h/evermore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOUH-NzpQI/AAAAAAAAAME/rm6Wb2zstyQ/s320/evermore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324262049162962178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprisingly decent.  better than quite a few books I've read recently, but not quite as good as others, like Twilight series and the Gemma Doyle series.  I'm honestly a bit worried that those two series have ruined me for other books.  Ever since reading them, I have been entirely unable to find a good series that is so completely perfect and satisfying as those.  Its aggravating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so this book is about this girl who is super shy and a loner after a car accident kills her family.  Then she meets the (obviously perfect) guy.  He likes her, they fall in love, its all great even though he's really cryptic, then bam, weird stuff starts happening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although for the record, he is NOT a vampire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was a nice twist from all those other chick lit books that have been coming out recently that are like, dying to be the next Twilight.  Everyone is trying to be the next Edward Cullen.   Even though they all fail miserably.  I'm fairly certain there will never be another book as amazing as Twilight.  ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Dari and I saw "I love you, Man."  It was really funny.  Not nearly as awkward and and gross as other films in that genre, so it was a nice change.  Not saying that I dont love films like Forgetting Sarah Marshall, but after a while, it gets old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOU-rTboQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/67BUd_r86Wc/s1600-h/i-love-you-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOU-rTboQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/67BUd_r86Wc/s320/i-love-you-man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324262988979085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were hilarious together.  Really enjoyable.  I was afraid they were going to turn Jason Segel into a crazy creeper friend who goes psycho, but he stayed normal...  well, relatively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOU-hBJeVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/t5lcxRONaXA/s1600-h/I+love+you+man+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOU-hBJeVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/t5lcxRONaXA/s320/I+love+you+man+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324262986218043730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy was SO FUNNNNNY as Paul Rudd's really straight gay brother.  My favorite line is when he tells Paul Rudd that he's moved on to dating straight men, since its more of a challange.  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have to choose classes this week.  and I have NO IDEA what to take since I have no idea what I want to major in....   ohboy.  I've even made an appointment with a Career Service Counselor because I'm so confuseeeed.  Its so stressful, because all around me people seem to know exactly what they want to do with their lives, but I literally have no idea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and for an update on my choice to give up love?  I couldn't be happier.  Honestly.  I sincerely have not had a bad day in a month.  Everything is going so well for me.  I'm doing great.  I love this.  hahaha  Life is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm in class so I should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3599861621449607617?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3599861621449607617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3599861621449607617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3599861621449607617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3599861621449607617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-man.html' title='I love you, man.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SeOUH-NzpQI/AAAAAAAAAME/rm6Wb2zstyQ/s72-c/evermore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4810438695916777555</id><published>2009-04-06T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:47:02.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retainers, my future and Fringe.  any more random??</title><content type='html'>Would you like to hear a tragically sad story?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night I lost my retainer.  Well, I didn't lose it, exactly.  I accidentally threw it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I have to get a new one, but since Im over nine hours away, this has turned into quite a difficult feat.  and not to mention I found out how much it was going to cost me.  at home, a retainer would cost me about 150.  Here in Ithaca NY?  325.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is quite a bit of money.  and I don't really have quite a bit of money.  blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cest la vie, i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, In two weeks I have to choose the classes I will be taking next semester.  And this is causing me quite a bit of stress.  because I still have NO IDEA what I want to do with my life.  at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its stressing me out.  I know everyone says that I'm fine and that I don't need to know what I want to do right now.  but really, saying that is not helping me out at all.  Im still freaking out.  Because you may say I dont need to know what I want, but the subtext I keep getting here at college makes me feel like I DO need to know.  grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, there are a lot of things I like, but I feel like they aren't reasonable/ realistic professions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of things I think would be interesting jobs that if I could do anything, I would consider these jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Photographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Crime scene investigator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Forensic anthropologist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Magazine editor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Magazine layout designer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Police&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Advertiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hostage negotiator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-FBI or homeland security agent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Writer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Actor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fashion Designer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are many more.  WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!!  There are so many things that fascinate me or interest me.  But I dont know what sort of realistic career I could have with any of these interests.  ahhh.  Plus, I dont know if I would even been good at any of these.  I may not even be cut out for a job in any of these interests....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohboy.  I wish I could regress to being 8 years old.  When I was eight, all that really mattered was playing pretend in the woods and finishing my grammar and math hw.  I didnt have to worry about any of this stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, I can't dwell on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, before I get off to head to my next class, I'll leave you with a little parting reminder.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRINGE RETURNS TOMORROW NIGHT AT 9PM ON FOX!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SdpbHLIeoEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n7doZGHNRpQ/s1600-h/FRINGETVguide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SdpbHLIeoEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n7doZGHNRpQ/s320/FRINGETVguide.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666088497225794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WATCH IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4810438695916777555?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4810438695916777555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4810438695916777555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4810438695916777555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4810438695916777555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/04/retainers-my-future-and-fringe-any-more.html' title='Retainers, my future and Fringe.  any more random??'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SdpbHLIeoEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n7doZGHNRpQ/s72-c/FRINGETVguide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3032016570129949128</id><published>2009-03-25T01:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:41:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update on previous blog</title><content type='html'>update:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still over love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but did you know its a lot harder to feel that way after watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvrisk_6DX8&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=C86B2347E400E9D5&amp;amp;index=41"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3032016570129949128?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3032016570129949128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3032016570129949128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3032016570129949128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3032016570129949128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-previous-blog.html' title='update on previous blog'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1246475772630609715</id><published>2009-03-25T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:26:15.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>manless and loving it</title><content type='html'>I know in the past I've made claims that I'm over love, but I truly think I am now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like really.  I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you like to know why I know this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for the past week, at 11:11, I haven't wished for love.  at all.  This is a huge deal.  Since starting when I was fourteen I have made the SAME wish.  FOR OVER FOUR YEARS.  THE SAME WISH!!!  Its evolved over time to be more specific, but its the same general thing.  I've wish for some sort of romantic adventure to happen to me.  and this past week, I've haven't wished for it.  at all.  Not to mention, since I'm telling you what my wish was, it cant come true anymore.  And this is the FIRST time I've told anyone.  so if anything, this is prime evidence that I'm over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This realization has also been helped along when I realized earlier that I don't want anything that these college boys have to offer.  And that I'm relatively certain they are only interested in what I wont offer.  Guys in college are so damn immature and are assholes.  Not that I'm looking for marriage (BECAUSE I AM NOT.  NO WAY IN HELL) but I am (was) looking for something a bit deeper than your usually petty relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;example:  there's this kid in a class I have (he will remain anonymous since I dont want to spread mean rumors) who I was talking with while working on a photo assignment.  Out of the blue, he comes out and tells me he received THREE blowjobs this weekend.  really?!?  really??!!  why did he feel the need to tell me this???!??   We certainly are not THAT close.  Boys are so gross and horny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is just one example.  There are many many more.  and really, I've just realized that college boys mostly all fall short.  and Im sure as hell not going to lower my standards just to feel loved and appreciated by some underachieving horny 19 year old.  Its not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, because of all of this, I've decided that unless Mr. Perfect (who doesn't exist) comes along, I am completely and entirely content with just being by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't need anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, I feel like writing a song about that.  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1246475772630609715?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1246475772630609715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1246475772630609715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1246475772630609715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1246475772630609715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/03/manless-and-loving-it.html' title='manless and loving it'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3007234946217756493</id><published>2009-03-18T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:40:54.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again.</title><content type='html'>My apologies for no recent entries.  I've been dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of SARS.  or perhaps Mad Cow disease.  or some other horrible illness.  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm exaggerating.  I'm just sick.  really really sick.  Last week during break, my mum was sick and I'm positive that I caught whatever she had.  So now I'm plagued with this horrible cold and runny nose and watery eyes.  It's so annoying.  I hate being sick.  Today is probably the worst day of my cold, and I have classes from 9 to 5.  Its terrible.  Although this morning, when I went to art class, my teacher saw that I was clearly not physically alert enough to work power tools so she let me go home.  So I slept from 10-1.  its was really nice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, asides from being ill, life has been rather mundane.  I haven't had really too much work this week, which is really nice since Im rather sick.  and classes are fairly interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this week has been positively beautiful.  the weather has been in the mid 50s to low 60s, which is amazing.  I actually wore flipflops on Tuesday AND Wednesday!  I love this.  Today IS rainy, but the warm weather seems to negate any bad feelings towards the rain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, so on the bus ride back to Ithaca last sunday, Darielle was reading a book titled "Six Plagues and how we are causing them" and I started reading it over her shoulder.  It was fascinating.  I ended up taking her book when she was done with the chapter and reading the entire thing on the bus ride.  It was so interesting.  I learned so much about Mad Cow disease, SARS, AIDS, Lyme disease, Salmonella, and West Nile.  Like, did you know that Mad Cow disease came around because farmers were unknowingly feeding their cows Feed that was made of other cow parts and sheep parts?  Cows are herbivores, so farmers were turning their animals into meat eaters AND cannibals!  and the reason the cows got sick was because some of the sheep parts in the Feed were infected with Scrapie, a degenerative brain disease.  So the cows ate the sheep parts, got the disease, turned their brains to mush and then people ate the cows which then turned their brains to mush.  It was like a really bad cycle.  And all because people wanted to save a few bucks on their Cow Feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheash.  crazy, huh?  but also equally fascinating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so going back in time a bit, Last week was break which was positively awesome.  I had such a nice relaxing time.  It was wonderful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel and I made a really really really awesome tent in the basement.  It was epic.  we ended up sleeping in their for like, three nights.  it really makes me miss being 10 years old with not a car in the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went Ice skating a couple times.  It was amazing.  I've really improved this past year and I enjoy it so much.  Tori and I have already made plans to go skating this saturday.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to two hockey games over break, and it was fun, although the Maineiacs played horrendously.  ahwell, what can you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw Lyndsay, Michelle, Amanda and Brittany friday night.  Lynds flew in around 10 so we picked her up and had a massive sleepover.  it was epic and amazing.  I truly love those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over all, break was great.  restful and fun.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, theres nothing too exciting going on except for being ill. I'll most likely write more tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3007234946217756493?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3007234946217756493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3007234946217756493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3007234946217756493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3007234946217756493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-again.html' title='sick again.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2013679094428421644</id><published>2009-03-06T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:33:34.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goin homeee</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again.  About to embark on the rather long and tedious journey back home.  It will be long, but also amazing.  I cannot wait to see my family and friends.  Its only been about two months, but its been long enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my plans for vacation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Seeing Charlotte tonight (or tomorrow)!!!!  Its going to be amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Visiting Boston saturday!!!  My family is coming down to meet me!  we are spending the day in the city!  we will go sight seeing, see a show and Im gonna try to buy a new purse! hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going to TWO hockey games!  Hellyeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going Ice skating!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.  Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Making a tent with Justin and Daniel and then sleeping in it!  Its going to be epic.  bummer your all missin out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.  ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rewatching ALL the Fringe Episodes.  hahaha.  Im SO ADDICTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meeting my dad's hockey boys.  :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Driving my baby, Bells.   I miss that girl... car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hanging out with my Flagship friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPOVER Friday with Amanda, Brittany, Michelle, and Lyndsay!!!  Its going to be AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SLEEPING.  ALL THE TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, those are my plans.  A lot for one week, but its gonna be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to go home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all of you reading this (all 5 of you.  haha) Have a wonderful week even if your not on break!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2013679094428421644?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2013679094428421644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2013679094428421644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2013679094428421644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2013679094428421644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/03/goin.html' title='goin homeee'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6025160160587565425</id><published>2009-02-28T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:17:25.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can abbrev it, you can achieve it.</title><content type='html'>Again 'bout Abby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that same day we were walking across campus talkin' 'bout pants, we also discussed another VERY important topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbreviations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've decided to make abbrevs the new hit thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm gonna work really diligently to get others to also abbrev their words and sentences.  Not in a cheesy, lol, IMHO, rofl kind of way.  No no, in a, "lets cut these words in half" kind of way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we can laugh about this entirely ridic fad we've started and giggle about how tots awesome it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Abby Paulson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6025160160587565425?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6025160160587565425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6025160160587565425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM GOING INSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PLEASE JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;KTHNX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5186140741479868060?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5186140741479868060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5186140741479868060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5186140741479868060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5186140741479868060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4131254416679694125</id><published>2009-02-23T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:28:40.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants.  and the boys who wear them.</title><content type='html'>So, I was walking outside the other day with my friend Abby Paulson, and we had a very interesting discussion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, walking ahead of us was this guy wearing the tightest pants I had ever seen.  And he looked ridiculous.  which led us to a discussion on pant tightness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are quite a few boys who just don't understand how vital proper fitting pants are.  pants can be used in one's favor to emphasis physical attributes if you know what I mean.  However, if boys don't wear pants properly, they can be detrimental to one's appeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let me show a few examples of people who fail at wearing pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Epic Fail:  THE BAGGY PANTS LOOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBWRFuyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mCZ9fPMVbl0/s1600-h/baggy+pants+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBWRFuyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mCZ9fPMVbl0/s320/baggy+pants+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820382408686370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLLLLOOOO, Does that ^ even LOOK relatively good??? NO.  Its horrendous.  I can't even make out your ass, which contrary to denials from some girls, WE ARE ALL CHECKING YOU OUT AS MUCH AS YOU ARE CHECKING US OUT.  Would you want US to dress in those pants?  No.  Because then you would never see our butts.  Same goes for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBJ6L83I/AAAAAAAAAKU/OJJNBi5Qv8Q/s1600-h/baggy+pants+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBJ6L83I/AAAAAAAAAKU/OJJNBi5Qv8Q/s320/baggy+pants+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820379091399538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, really, another negative for baggy pants, you have to HOLD THEM UP.  because if your not holding onto your pants, they'll fall to your ankles.  And although yo may just be holding up your pants, it really looks like your hold your family jewels, and NOBODY wants to see that.  Makes you look gross, too.  So let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBDG2ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YOVa3qy4JOc/s1600-h/baggy+pants+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBDG2ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YOVa3qy4JOc/s320/baggy+pants+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820377265464626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reason number three baggy pants fail: Nobody wants to see your boxers.  plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdA1erdMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/esLHjBt-Flw/s1600-h/baggy+pants+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdA1erdMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/esLHjBt-Flw/s320/baggy+pants+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820373607314626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, its like the lower half of your body is enshrouded in miles of ugly material.  Tighten it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before you run out to Hot Topic and buy the tightest pants you can find, STOP.  Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.  You need to think: "Will this really make me look better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the answer will hit you clearly in the face.  NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next type of clothing to avoid is TIGHT EMO PANTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfJ9XHxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-fvuC4o5p-s/s1600-h/tight+pants+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfJ9XHxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-fvuC4o5p-s/s320/tight+pants+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824193035673362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um hi, my twelve year old neighbor called.  SHE WANTS HER PANTS BACK.  kthanksbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfO5aThI/AAAAAAAAAK0/N3yeU_4s3H4/s1600-h/tight+pants+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfO5aThI/AAAAAAAAAK0/N3yeU_4s3H4/s320/tight+pants+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824194361282066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, really, How am I supposed to feel attracted to a boy who wears smaller pants than I do?!?!?  Honestly, that just does not look good.  those pants are just too damn tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfDkjJAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4yegiaQYhCQ/s1600-h/tight+pants+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWgfDkjJAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4yegiaQYhCQ/s320/tight+pants+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824191320990722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is my rant on pants.  Now I want to show you a few examples of successful pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0KNRULPI/AAAAAAAAALU/kv0JffHN8Oc/s1600-h/tony+stark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0KNRULPI/AAAAAAAAALU/kv0JffHN8Oc/s320/tony+stark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845823379975410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, its possible that I am showing this example because I am in love with Robert Downey Jr....  Or it could be because He really really really knows how to wear a good pair of jeans.  I couldn't find any really great images of him in his nice jeans, however I still wanted to use him as an example.  If you dont believe me, go watch the film.  If you are a girl, you will end up staring at his butt the entire time.  If you are a boy, you should take notes on how he dresses.  Because its hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0KNtx0QI/AAAAAAAAALM/7sFZdvpJTKY/s1600-h/mens+jeans+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0KNtx0QI/AAAAAAAAALM/7sFZdvpJTKY/s320/mens+jeans+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845823499358466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those pants are great.  Tight enough for details, but loose enough that your little sister couldn't wear em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0J9_8aQI/AAAAAAAAALE/SP6UFaRAnsQ/s1600-h/mens+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaW0J9_8aQI/AAAAAAAAALE/SP6UFaRAnsQ/s320/mens+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845819280582914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hottness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these aren't all pants that you should own.  You need to find pants that fit your body type and general style.  however, these are a good guide line to find the right pants for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just please, Ditch the emo pants and the gangster pants.   because they are ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, Dunno really why I had to spend all this time writing this.  I just felt inspired.  and one kid in my strategic communication class called me pretentious for judging people's clothing, but hey, I like style, I get style, so I'll discuss styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I really should be paying attention in class, so I'll sign off for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Also, I want to send out my best wishes to Tori, my bffl who got suddenly sick last night and had her appendix removed.  Hopefully she'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4131254416679694125?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4131254416679694125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4131254416679694125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4131254416679694125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4131254416679694125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/pants-and-boys-who-wear-them.html' title='Pants.  and the boys who wear them.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SaWdBWRFuyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mCZ9fPMVbl0/s72-c/baggy+pants+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3402616528340577708</id><published>2009-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:30:45.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 81st Oscars</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided to write an ongoing commentary about The Oscars!  Im watching it right now, and its amazing.  Im gonna write whenever something awesome happens.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, let me just say that Hugh Jackman's opening number was AMAZING.  I had my doubts that he would be able to be an entertaining funny host, but they were immediately put to rest when he broke out in a musical number about the best picture nominations.  It was BRILLIANT.  he is so damn talented.  and gorgeous.  I loved when he started dancing.  hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a weird feeling Penelope Cruz was going to win.  I'm really happy for her.  I need to see her movie, Vicky Christina Barcelona.  I heard it was great.  Oh, and I liked her dress.  It was so lovely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!  Harvey Milk won the best original screenplay!  The writer gave a really great speech, telling kids who are gay that they too are amazing, and that despite what some people say, God really does love them.  it was really touching and sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slumdog Millionaire won best adapted screenplay!  Such an amazing film.  I'm so happy.  Hopefully it wins more Oscars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I have NO IDEA what any of the short animated films were.  and no clue who the director was.  HOWEVER, I did like his little joke at the end.  Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto!  hahahahahahaha  brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Duchess won best costumes...  Like that's a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin Button won best make-up.  again, is ANYONE even surprised?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could Rob Pattinson be ANY more awkward?  Really, he was great in Twilight, but real life... not so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did LOVE the Romance Montage they placed.  it was adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Ben Stiller is SO MAKING fun of Joaquin Pheonix!!!!!!!!  with a beard, crazy hair and sunglasses! He is doing SUCH a brilliant job at this.  He is like, ambling across stage, being creepy.  hahaha.  When he put his gum on the counter, I liked, died laughing.  hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOHOOOO, Slumdog Millionaire just WON BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY.  I am SO pumped.   Its so freaking awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The comedy stint with James Franco and Seth Rogan was hilarious!  hahaahhah. Im still giggling about it.  the part where James is watching himself kiss Sean Penn in Milk and then glances over at Seth, who moves away, was GREATTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I love this show.  Its so funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only say one thing about the Musical number with Hugh Jackman, Beyonce, Amanda Seyfreid, Dominic Cooper, Vanessa Hudgens and Zach Efron:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERFECTION.  utter and entire perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they haven't announced the winner of Best Supporting Actor, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm gonna make my own little guess:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, Heath Ledger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's see who wins.   because NO one can guesss.... this award is totally up in the air.... who will it be?....hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE WINNER IS........ Heath Ledger.  surprise surprise.  Now, despite my sarcasm, I'm really happy that he was recognized.  He was such a brilliant actor.  I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they go over the boring documentary stuff, I'd like to give a shout out to my teacher who loved to stress documentary styles, Jason Livingston.  ohhh, CP1.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slumdog is winning SO MUCH.  They won best editing AND sound mixing!  They are doing SO GREAT!  I love that movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Slumdog just won Best SCORE!  which it totally deserved, because it is AMAZING!!!!!!  I've listened to this soundtrack about a million times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!  Slumdog just won AGAIN!!!!  for best song, Jai Ho!!!!!  I LOVE THAT SONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude, Slumdog is winning everything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Danny Boyle just won Best Director!!!!!  So that is Oscar number 7 for Slumdog Millionaire!!  Woooohoooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Winslet WON Best ACTRESSS!!  she is possibly one of the cutest award recipients.  I am so happy she has finally won an award.  I &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Penn won best actor!  I haven't seen Milk, but I heard it's really good.  I'll have to see it sometime though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just want to see all the nominated films, really.  I just haven't had time.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here it is!  The results for Best Picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drumroll!!!............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Oscar goes to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy.  Such an amazing film.  I loved it.  SO MUCH.  It won 8 Oscars!  That is such an amazing feat!  It was nominated for 10, but two were in the same category (best original song) so it really could only win 9.  Im so happy it won so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3402616528340577708?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3402616528340577708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3402616528340577708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3402616528340577708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3402616528340577708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/81st-oscars.html' title='The 81st Oscars'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-108027828543203999</id><published>2009-02-20T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:32:31.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP SECRET</title><content type='html'>Time: 18:26&lt;br /&gt;Date: February 20th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Location: Top Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status Report from Agent 412&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm writing this from a secret location.  No one knows where I am yet.  My cover has not been compromised, nor have they discovered my resources.  I've hidden in numerous locations and have two cell phones in my possession.   They will only be returned on ransom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Due to strange circumstances, I must return to my base.  So this mission will be halted.  for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont expect that I've gotten over this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.  not in the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-108027828543203999?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/108027828543203999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=108027828543203999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/108027828543203999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/108027828543203999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-secret.html' title='TOP SECRET'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6110276289312319056</id><published>2009-02-18T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:31:16.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old really, is 14?</title><content type='html'>Before I begin writing about the trivial and rather unimportant things that manipulate my life, I thought I'd write a little note about my brother, Daniel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, well, It's his Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes sir, my baby brother, the family suck up and sweetheart, turns 14 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called him this morning at 8:45, woke him up and was successfully the first one to wish him a happy birthday!  I do hope that this will atone for that one time when I gave him just a gum ball for his birthday because I had no money.  hahaha.  He still hasn't let me live that done.  (IT WAS OVER FOUR YEARS AGO, DANIEL!)  hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather difficult to believe he is 14, because he's always been the baby of the family.  and thinking that he is now FOURTEEN is crazy.  He starts high school in the fall, and that will be something really difficult to cope with.  In my mind, he is still like, a baby.  This is going to be weird to cope with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think, a year ago &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;this could have been him&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that insane??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 years old and a dad?  The idea of having sex disgusted me at 13 years old.  Im just so shocked, I dont know how to respond to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Its almost the end of wednesday, which means that I am significantly closer to the weekend!  Hellyeah!  I don't have too many big plans for the weekend, except filming for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suiteness&lt;/span&gt; and going to the French Opera put on by the Ithaca College Theater Program.  So that should be exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and still no Fringe.  Not for another 48 days.  ughhh.  I am undergoing serious withdrawals at the moment.  I need more gross images, weird mutations, subtle hints, underlying connections and Joshua Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I should probably sign off now, since I am sitting in my public speaking class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I should be paying attention...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, It's really difficult to focus in this class.  its rather easy and kind of repetitive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I'll write more later,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  I'm slightly addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXq5yY3kRNA"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not typically a fan of music like this, but its a remake of a brilliant song and I lOVE it.  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6110276289312319056?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6110276289312319056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6110276289312319056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6110276289312319056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6110276289312319056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-old-really-is-14.html' title='How old really, is 14?'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7682669599422597770</id><published>2009-02-16T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:49:57.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays, Hives and Valentines.</title><content type='html'>Well, Valentines day has come and gone.  And I actually had a really good time.  Which was surprising.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Dari and I went to the Mall with Amanda and her date, Dan, who is really cool.  We ate chinese food in the food court and spent like, an hour perusing Borders.  It was AWESOME.  I love bookstores.  The only problem is, whenever I go in a bookstore, I end up dropping at least fifty bucks.  Its horrible.  Im so addicted to buying books.   haha.  fortunately, I was responsible and only purchased one book.  but let me tell you, that sort of restraint is really difficult.   haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up purchasing Meg Cabot's new book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ransom my Heart.&lt;/span&gt;  Its written under the pen name Mia Thermopolis ( a character from her Princess Diaries series).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope its good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZnC7Wxz1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wJXjOy3MbSg/s1600-h/ransom+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZnC7Wxz1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wJXjOy3MbSg/s320/ransom+my+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303484361188038290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, we went to see the film, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was So cute!  I absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZnC7eFZ15I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wdnqqjgQgM4/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg"&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/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZnC7eFZ15I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wdnqqjgQgM4/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303484363149268882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I kept laughing so much during the film.  it was great.  I could totally relate to it.  Definitely go see it if you have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and fun news.  Today, around lunch time, I was sitting at my computer between classes and noticed my arm was itching quite a bit.  I looked down, and BAM, my arm was covered in a red rash with hives.  I was like, Um, what is that?!?  So I went to the Health Center and apparently I have some sort of skin allergy to something I came into contact.  So thats cool.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have lotion for it.  hopefully it goes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Today is Monday and I have two more classes to attend.  fun fun fun.  Then I have a Free the Slaves meeting and then I'll be in the film lab for a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7682669599422597770?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7682669599422597770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7682669599422597770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7682669599422597770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7682669599422597770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/mondays-hives-and-valentines.html' title='Mondays, Hives and Valentines.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZnC7Wxz1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wJXjOy3MbSg/s72-c/ransom+my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4462222757647175934</id><published>2009-02-13T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:46:14.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no more fringe??</title><content type='html'>Would you like to hear possibly the worst news ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe is not showing new episodes until .....APRIL!  Exactly 53 days from now.  ohdear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYY GOD, WHYY?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tragic.  Because it is only the best show on television.&lt;br /&gt;sadface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;which is great.  Im really tired, since I was up rather late last night working on a scholarship essay.  I'm not totally sure WHAT I'm doing this weekend, but I know it will be great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Dari and I are going to the IC After Dark event, The Dating Game, which should be really entertaining.  and I NEED to get my hands on some hair dye before sunday so that I can dye it before we start filming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I've decided to do random acts of kindness this weekend, so watch out.  hahaha.  I gave Sue (this really nice lady who runs the Vegan section of Campus Dining Hall) a flower today.  I think she was touched.  and I plan on being super friendly this weekend.  hopefully it goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOhhhh, fun fact: I purchased the soundtrack to Amelie last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS AMAZING!  best music I've heard in ages.  I love music.  so much.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I should go back to focusing in class.  I'll write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4462222757647175934?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4462222757647175934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4462222757647175934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4462222757647175934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4462222757647175934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-fringe.html' title='no more fringe??'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-769026861734982306</id><published>2009-02-11T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:59:11.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.  It's amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what happened to me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an epiphany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my mail today and much to my surprise, I had received 30 Valentines letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all from my dad and two brothers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I had this epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need romance or a boy to have a wonderful Valentines day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, you see, I am already drowning in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have my best friends from home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW6GIOWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q7srHM5ttw/s1600-h/Jiyeon+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW6GIOWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q7srHM5ttw/s320/Jiyeon+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684933990300002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jiyeon and I &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW9JIyWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fjiI-tF0MUk/s1600-h/Lyndsay+and+I+convention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW9JIyWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fjiI-tF0MUk/s320/Lyndsay+and+I+convention.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684934808226146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lynds and I at convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW4BO-II/AAAAAAAAAI4/KKS0t3ScZdQ/s1600-h/Charlotte,+Elise+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW4BO-II/AAAAAAAAAI4/KKS0t3ScZdQ/s320/Charlotte,+Elise+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684933432899714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charlotte, Elise and I.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;besties forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeWpGe1dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nceB8j3xVLU/s1600-h/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeWpGe1dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nceB8j3xVLU/s320/heather.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684929428379090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heather.  fellow RDJer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeWk_Ag7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tINawy48DeQ/s1600-h/anne+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeWk_Ag7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tINawy48DeQ/s320/anne+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684928323290034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anne and I.  we run this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friends from Ithaca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcppvRljI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EfMK70NERkI/s1600-h/Dari+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcppvRljI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EfMK70NERkI/s320/Dari+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301683056993736242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dari (my roommate and best friend) and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcpUL3sZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NcTutELHrdU/s1600-h/malti,+steph,+I+clubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcpUL3sZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NcTutELHrdU/s320/malti,+steph,+I+clubbing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301683051208094098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Malti, Steph and I before going Clubbing.  I &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcpXRpvGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SSTfhHOZXyI/s1600-h/steph,+manda,+I+mystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNcpXRpvGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SSTfhHOZXyI/s320/steph,+manda,+I+mystery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301683052037651554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amanda, Steph and I dressed for the Boot Murder Mystery Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and most importantly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7u-Ax8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/1vzOuYBhCaE/s1600-h/DSCN0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7u-Ax8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/1vzOuYBhCaE/s320/DSCN0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691064216766402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justin and I.  being AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7WeipGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eOnBd_qoR70/s1600-h/DSCN0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7WeipGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eOnBd_qoR70/s320/DSCN0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691057642316898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daniel, my cuddle buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7OcuL3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/F40KAG3cvqw/s1600-h/DSCN0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNj7OcuL3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/F40KAG3cvqw/s320/DSCN0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691055487201138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Papa and hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNgZzJQzQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fpJggb7sOeA/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNgZzJQzQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fpJggb7sOeA/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301687182687259906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom.  she's amazing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm fairly certain that if you added a boy to this mix, I would just have way too much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with or without a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because either way, its what you  make of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it has the potential of being amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-769026861734982306?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/769026861734982306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=769026861734982306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/769026861734982306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/769026861734982306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-its-amazing.html' title='Love.  It&apos;s amazing.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SZNeW6GIOWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6q7srHM5ttw/s72-c/Jiyeon+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8093045634952022275</id><published>2009-02-08T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:56:09.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well,  this week has been crazy.  SOOO STRESSFUL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an art project due, a photo project due, a public speaking speech due AND an 8-10 page essay/packet on a crisis management plan for a business.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was INSANE.  on top of everything, I had RA interviews, camera drama (because I ordered my camera ages ago and it never came in and the seller and I recently discovered it ended up in DC so hopefully its finally on its way now) and just TONS to do.   but it ended up working all out, so Im happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, after a crazy week, I went to this lodge somewhere an hour from here for an Ithaca Leadership Weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was interesting, to say the least.  I don't feel like I learned anything particularly new, however it did reinforce and expand on things I'd learned at previous leadership events.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My one disappointment with the weekend was that I don't feel like I really connected with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its weird, back in high school, I had the same problems, but once I arrived in college, they all immediately disappeared.  So to see the insecurities and shyness resurface this weekend was odd.  I was like, "Ohhh god, why do I feel insecure again and awkward!?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly have not felt that way AT ALL since arriving at college.   I had hoped I had gotten past it all.  but apparently not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really didn't help that many of he people there came with friends whereas I cam along.  and many of the people there were cliquey so it was hard to break into that.  I wish in a way I had had more time to get to know people, because when I left tonight, I felt like I hadn't made any close friendships.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really bothers me that I returned to my old ways of shyness, self doubt and awkwardness.  I dont know why.  Perhaps because I was too tired (I really was), or perhaps it was just the group dynamics, but I felt out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, Im just happy to be backk.  I really missed it here, even though I was only gone for 30 hours.  haha.  I really missed my best friends Steph and Darielle and Amanda.  It was strange how much I missed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Im happy to say that since I got all that hard work done this past week, I dont have too much hw to worry about this coming week.  just some photography stuff, but nothing unbearable.  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and worlds worst Holiday is only 6 days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really really really hate that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because as it draws nearer and nearer, it just reminds me of my life and then I spend wayy to much time obsessing over my stupid circumstances.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention hearing about my friend Amanda's literally insane love life.  she always has like, at least three boys in love with her at one given time.  I get so jealous of that.  I can't even get one guy...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, Its almost two and I have to get up kinda early (like, 11 ish) and im EXHAUSTED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess ill write later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8093045634952022275?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8093045634952022275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8093045634952022275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8093045634952022275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8093045634952022275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/leadership-weekend.html' title='Leadership Weekend'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6066276529301128880</id><published>2009-02-03T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:18:59.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only place</title><content type='html'>I have nothing too profound to say today.  at least, not yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so instead, Im going to post the lyrics to an amazing song that I could listen to over and over again and not get bored.  It is just a beautiful song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a youtube link to the song.  its set to some sort of video game, but its the song that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31myN0mWnKc"&gt;You're the Only Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Only Place&lt;br /&gt;by Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like our love is on a road to nowhere fast&lt;br /&gt;All my life I thought a love like this would last&lt;br /&gt;But every road can hide a corner we can't see&lt;br /&gt;I had a vision that I woke up by your side&lt;br /&gt;I felt you breathing and our souls were intertwined&lt;br /&gt;But who controls love's destiny? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all right in our hands,&lt;br /&gt;We had the space to fly and still a place to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm young and in the ways of love naive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm desperate for a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any way I thought that we would fall.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen perfection in a rainbow in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a child make the coldest grown man cry&lt;br /&gt;But loving you I thought was greater than them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a doorway to my heart without a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are right now&lt;br /&gt;Come back and show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Becasue I'm lost without you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out, I'm calling out to the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who can save us from what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out and praying you'll come back again&lt;br /&gt;It's just darkness I'm living in&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only place my heart has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't that an amazing song?  I originally found it set to clips from North and South and it was amazing.  but apparently because of copywrite laws they took the video down.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, im off to photo class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6066276529301128880?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6066276529301128880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6066276529301128880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6066276529301128880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6066276529301128880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-only-place.html' title='You&apos;re the only place'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3864925989712574550</id><published>2009-02-01T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:41:44.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suitness</title><content type='html'>I know I just posted an angsty little blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I failed to mention my insanely exciting crazily awesome news that slightly redeems this month (although i discovered the news in Jan, technically, so I guess there is no redemption for Feb afterall...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I auditioned for a ton of ICTV shows this semester, because I LOVE acting.  duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, I heard back from two shows rather quickly (the DP show and IVY) who both rejected me.  and well, Im used to rejection (see post below) and so i moped a bit, but then bounced back and went to another set of auditions on Saturday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two shows:  "A Book by its Cover" (a dark murder mystery comedy about teens and dead bodies...)  and the show "Suitness", a mockumentary film like The Office (WHICH I LOVE) about six guys living in a suit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after auditioning, I didn't hear ANYTHING for like, DAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend Ben heard back from "Suitness" on Weds, and he got the male lead.  I was so happy for him.  however, I never got an email.  so i assumed that I didn't get a part and they didn't have the decency to let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally, I heard back from one show (A book by its cover) saying I had made the cast but they hadn't decided on who would play who, so the cast list has not be released yet.  I was hella excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I got a cryptic email from the producer of "Suitness" about a crew/cast meeting.  I replied asking what it was about, since I hadn't received any emails.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He promptly replied to inform me that he FORGOT to email me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I quickly forgave when he gave me the next tidbit of information:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I GOT THE FEMALE LEAD, SAMANTHA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have NEVER ever in all my years been the lead in ANYTHING.  I've always been the supporting friend or enemy.  its aggravating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, i am ridiculously excited about this show.  I've even started dieting and going to the gym to tighten up.  haahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, if you feel like watching it, ill post the link here when the first episode airs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometime in late march, probably.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its gonna be GRAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3864925989712574550?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3864925989712574550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3864925989712574550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3864925989712574550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3864925989712574550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/01/suitness.html' title='Suitness'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-163285562658987435</id><published>2009-02-01T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:28:54.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hate february.</title><content type='html'>I am so unsatisfied. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, INSANELY UNSATISFIED.  Its really bad.  I have this gaping hole in my chest.  I can literally feel the emptiness inside of me. its like, my chest hurts and I can feel this sort of pressure weighing down on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so fed up.  I don't know why I feel so empty inside...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I probably do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its because the worst holiday on the face of the planet is right around the corner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, its not groundhog day.  Or Charles Dickens day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Valentines day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*retches in revulsion*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohgod.  I can just tell this year wont be any different from the last 17....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what I've always hated about this day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that it's main goal is to basically lift up those few happy couples out there, and remind the rest of the population how miserable they really are and just how damn pathetic their lives are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This deeply stemmed resentment goes way back, really.  To when I was thirteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, I spent countless hours making valentines for all my friends.  I had like, Thirty.  No JOKE.  I mailed/delivered them all out a few days before valentines.  I waited for my own to come.  Waited and waited and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never even got one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then its been pretty consistently bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just so damn infuriating.  I remember back in high school, I would sit in class watching as loads of girls got flowers and candy delivered all day long.  and I knew I would never get one.  but secretly, inside, I let myself hope a little.  just a little.  Every year, I had that teeny tiny hope that someone would send me something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this year, Im fairly certain things will be the same as the past 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no expectations.  none.  nada.  zlich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet secretly, I still hope someone will surprise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-163285562658987435?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/163285562658987435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=163285562658987435' 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type='text'>a new school year!</title><content type='html'>Im back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally back.  after an insane day of traveling, through snow and sleet, and Im finally back home in Ithaca.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its greatt.  It feels like I've barely been gone at all.  I'm so happy to be home with my friends.  everything is going smoothly so far, so hopefully it remains that way. I want to avoid drama at all costs and hopefully everything runs smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started to unpack, though I haven't quite finished because I am simultaneously cleaning and reorganizing my room, because it really needs it.  haha.  but hopefully by tomorrow afternoon everything will be back in order.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already had some great talks with people and it feels wonderful to be back.  Im just hoping this year is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better grades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better excitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on making 2009 grand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I have in the works for this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Making a Spanish Telenovela with my friends from the Boot.  (realize here that this will be extremely interesting, seeing as how non of us speak a word of Spanish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get involved with the organization Free the Slaves.  because human trafficking is the 3rd biggest illegal problem in the US.  and Its a problem everywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-possibly film our own rendition of "Where the Wild Things are"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-start a game of assassins or manhunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-go on more spy adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-be more proactive in my activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I see all of these things happening this year (plus more) so keep reading, because I'll deff have updates laterrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-686243986309637980?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/686243986309637980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=686243986309637980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/686243986309637980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/686243986309637980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-school-year.html' title='a new school year!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6401530040454630103</id><published>2009-01-17T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:58:47.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home is not where the heart is.  I was mistaken.</title><content type='html'>Do you know what makes me so insanely angry?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kind of anger that boils under my skin, getting hotter and hotter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kind of anger that makes me scream on the inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kind of anger that makes me write angry blogs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing/losing my room with/to my pesky disugsting brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS SO GODDAMN AGGRAVATING.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like, I've been in college for FOUR MONTHS, and I've already been basically kicked out of my freaking room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before leaving for college, my mom had told me that my brother would sleep in my room while i was gone.  I was slightly annoyed, but acquiesced because I thought, "whatever, I wont be here, its no big deal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, while I was at school, my mom called and told me she was "redoing" the house.  and that they were redoing my room.  This did not bode well for my room and my stuff, let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I came home from school over Thanksgiving Break, only to find my room completely empty, with just a bed and table.  THATS IT!  All my freaking stuff had been placed in boxes in the attic.  It was HORRIBLE.  my comfortable carpet was gone, my tacky wallpaper missing, and all my stuff had gone M.I.A.  my room sorta reminded me of a slightly larger insane asylum room.  All it needed was padded walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really upset me.  like, REALLY REALLY upset me.  Its like, I hadn't been gone for 3 months and I already didn't have a freaking home.  seriously!  This sorta thing only happens in movies.  This isn't meant to happen in REAL LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO now, over Christmas break, I've started to unpack my shit and everything.  and I've tried to look at this whole experience optimistically.  When I come home this summer, I will give my room a lovely makeover and make it cute.  Unfortunately, one small thing stands in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That small thing is 5 feet tall, 75/80 lbs, blonde and doesn't shower on a frequent basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer, if you recall, mom said "Daniel would sleep in you room while your gone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE NEVER SAID "Daniel is going to MOVE IN and take over half of the freaking room"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, WTF?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, As i sit here writing this angry blog, half of my room is soon going to be covered with shitty Red Sox propaganda.  ( let me tell you, I am about to become a Yankee fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, MOM!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know what really gets me though?  the fact that there is another room in my house that my brothers already have taken over.  its like, their room!  so why cant daniel set up his stuff there?!?!  really!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, Justin's room is so empty.  why cant daniel leave at least his toys there?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohgod, the more I dwell on this, the more likely i'll die young due to ulcers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not in a good mood.  as you can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to return home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, I said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because apparently my home isn't in Maine anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Ithaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furiously yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6401530040454630103?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6401530040454630103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6401530040454630103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6401530040454630103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6401530040454630103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-is-not-where-heart-is-i-was.html' title='home is not where the heart is.  I was mistaken.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5315399058383765697</id><published>2009-01-11T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:53:00.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Globes!</title><content type='html'>So, It's been a little while since my last post here.  I've been sorta busy and sorta lazy.  A horrid combination, don't you think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, asides from the usually drudgery of work and low key-ness, nothing too exciting has happened.  I've spent an abundance of time with all my friends and have been trying to reorganizing my room (which is a disaster after my parents redid it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh, exciting news.  I have a new favorite movie, Slumdog Millionaire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBfgi1AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rxxF_AnKmjA/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire-FL-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBfgi1AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rxxF_AnKmjA/s320/slumdog-millionaire-FL-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290265038310003714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its positively brilliant.  GO SEE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tonight, at the Golden Globes, it won Four Globe Awards!  yay!  Best screenplay, best score, best director and (drum roll...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST MOVIE-DRAMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBMhT-JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XYzZlJAZmig/s1600-h/slumdog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBMhT-JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XYzZlJAZmig/s320/slumdog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290265033212950674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy, because it is such a brilliant film.  And Im slightly addicted to the soundtrack.  It is so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the radiant and beautiful Kate Winslet won BOTH Best supporting Actress and Best Actress for her roles in The Reader and Revolutionary Road respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBSt_62I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JC08AqUrbkg/s1600-h/kate-winslet-hair-bp3-blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBSt_62I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JC08AqUrbkg/s320/kate-winslet-hair-bp3-blogger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290265034876775266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She was adorable when she tried to give her speeches.  She was crying and couldn't really breathe very well.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I go back to Ithaca Sunday, exactly a week from today.  It feels a bit odd, you know.  thinking about going back.  I'm going to miss being home and doing nothing and being lazy, but I'm also excited to see all my friends from school and start new interesting ( I hope) classes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since its the new year, I've attempted to make a list of resolutions (which I have admittedly probably broken them all already) but ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my goals are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Be healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Smile more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-STOP BEING LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Work harder (kind of redundant, but its important)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fall in love (this unfortunately depends on others as well, so Im fairly certain it will fail.  haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Improve my french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Earn LOTS of scholarships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Try new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, that is just a short list of things I hope to be better at in the year 2009.  And Hopefully this will be a good year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I'm off to bed because I'm tired and I have five days to do ALOT before I leave for Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love &amp;amp;&amp;amp; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5315399058383765697?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5315399058383765697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5315399058383765697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5315399058383765697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5315399058383765697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-globes.html' title='Golden Globes!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SWrMBfgi1AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rxxF_AnKmjA/s72-c/slumdog-millionaire-FL-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5778168754735671122</id><published>2009-01-02T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:14:22.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what I truly miss?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;... Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not getting any anymore.  Every night, for some reason or other (sleepovers, movies, etc) I stay up far too late.  and then of course with my luck must get up early as well.  Its horrid.  I need a full nights sleep.  from 12 to 12, I'd say.  I think that would quench my thirst for sleep quite well.  Perhaps Saturday... Hmm, Yes, I do believe I will sleep in until 12 on sat.  Just thinking about it is already getting me excited.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must work tomorrow, which will be fun.  also means i cant sleep in late. again.  ughh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after Jessica is coming over.  which will be fun.  hair cuts, hair dye and a movie.  In my opinion, a great recipe for a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im really tired.  Hahaha, no surprise there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Im going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and funny story.  My mom gets up sometimes in the middle of the night, and Im always awake.  and Everytime I hear her get up, I know she'll knock on my door and try to make me feel guilty about still being awake.  or she'll (slyly) show her disaproveal by 'asking' me, "Michele, WHY are you still up?  aren't you tired?  you should go to bed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, if she reads this blog, she will be like, HAH, I told you you need more sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Im beating her to the punch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and taking the satisfaction out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, Mom, I know I need more sleep.  And I know I should go to bed earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5778168754735671122?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5778168754735671122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5778168754735671122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5778168754735671122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5778168754735671122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2009/01/know-what-i-truly-miss.html' title='Know what I truly miss?...'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6174100755277012212</id><published>2008-12-25T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:46:34.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>okay,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So want to hear a crazy story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom reads my blog ( I figured it would be an easy way for her to keep up with my life incase Im too busy to call).  Well, mom being the cute proud mom and all, decided to print up some of my blogs to show to all her friends and relatives.  I feel like Im in kindergarten, with my first A on a spelling bee that my mom needs to show everyone.  But really, I dont mind it.  Im grateful to have a mother who actually cares.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, She was showing my blogs, especially the angsty ones, and the ones that are more prose -ish, to my relatives, and someone mentioned that they were like song lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that got me thinking.  Wow.  I really do write song lyrics, just without the music.  Its odd.  When I was younger, I wanted to be a song writer, and I worked SO HARD at writing songs, but they always were bad.  and now, without even realizing it, Im writing my own song lyrics.  Its odd, because I dont even really try.  the words just come to me.   I just wish I had the talent to compose music to them.  Hmm, maybe I'll look into taking some music classes at school.  Wouldn't that be sweet to compose music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could find someone with the skills of composing music.  wouldn't that be cool to put my lyrics to music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to keep looking into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xs &amp;amp; Os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6174100755277012212?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6174100755277012212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6174100755277012212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6174100755277012212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6174100755277012212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2195325152172684800</id><published>2008-12-24T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:40:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas Eve!  I love Christmas Eve.  Its the night that I spend with my family, eating too much, opening presents and playing video games.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Christmas day is insanely hectic with all my relatives coming over and being loud, My family started celebrating Christmas the night before.  Its such a great tradition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go to church, then come back and eat some french onion soup.  Its homemade and delicious.  My mom is a brilliant cook.  After, we open all the presents from each other.  Then, we eat dinner, which consists of the most delicious chicken cordon bleu, green bean casserole (my absolute favorite) and mashed potatoes.  I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my bros and I head down stairs to stay up late and play with our stuff.  haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some cool things I got for christmas are a new digital camera (which is great, since my old one sucks), Iron Man and Tropic Thunder (both brilliant RDJ films) Bones season 1, scrubs season 4, CSI Miami Season 3 and Alias season 1.  I also got some bitchin music, like Twilight soundtrack, Katy Perry cd, and the new Taylor Swift album.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically all technology/pop culture stuff.  hahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, tomorrow all my relatives are coming up for christmas.  Even my cousins who live far away are coming.  (by far away, I mean FL and New Mexico).  so thats pretty far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im getting tired and its not even 10 yet.  Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love and have a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2195325152172684800?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2195325152172684800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2195325152172684800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2195325152172684800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2195325152172684800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7790085322707111911</id><published>2008-12-22T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:33:08.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally home.  after snow storms, cancelled buses, empty dorms, and long rides, I've finally made it home.  it's feels wonderful.  I love being home, with nothing major to think about, no projects or essays to do, just relaxing.  which is all I've really done.  haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I worked yesterday, but we closed early because of the horrendous snow storm.  So i got out a tad early.  And then Elise, one of my besties, slept over.  We watching Santa Clause is Coming to Town with my mom (its our favorite christmas film).  It was great, except Elise had NEVER seen it before!!!!  Such a travesty.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_31V2eMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LQ7XrsQpv60/s1600-h/santa+clause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_31V2eMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LQ7XrsQpv60/s320/santa+clause.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713383699624450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Such a classic film.  Everyone should watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, wonderful news, today, I got my braces taken off!  It was great.  Ironically, its been EXACTLY a year since I had them put on, December 22, 2007.  Although now I have a retainer, and its bloody uncomfortable.  Almost more annoying than the braces, but at least you cant see these.  Oh, and I did a great job brushing, because my teeth are not stained in the least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_31RjGUeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/i8pwb2tpOnM/s1600-h/invisalign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_31RjGUeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/i8pwb2tpOnM/s320/invisalign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713382544626146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^ what my new retainers look like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I've been watching in Unhealthy amount of The Office.  Its just so damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fact:  Bears eat beats.    Bears Beats Battlestar Gallactica"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jim pretending to be Dwight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_5QDKIuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4m_UQZAq7J4/s1600-h/jim+as+dwight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_5QDKIuuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4m_UQZAq7J4/s320/jim+as+dwight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282714942049925858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahah.  he looks like dwight.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_5QEyW8vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q6XTjdyFofE/s1600-h/The+Office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_5QEyW8vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q6XTjdyFofE/s320/The+Office.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282714942487065330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So funnny.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must work tonight and tomorrow afternoon.  But after that, Its CHRISTMAS, which in my opinion is the best holiday of the year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7790085322707111911?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7790085322707111911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7790085322707111911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7790085322707111911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7790085322707111911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-people-to-be-afraid-of-how-much.html' title='I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SU_31V2eMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LQ7XrsQpv60/s72-c/santa+clause.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5802033149395892034</id><published>2008-12-19T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:32:28.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish something rhymed with purple....</title><content type='html'>being bored has extremely negative results.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truly, it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do crazy rash things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im spontaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that I dont end up regretting this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUs_gH8WONI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sSb5gKp_abs/s1600-h/purple+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUs_gH8WONI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sSb5gKp_abs/s320/purple+hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281384809142565074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is not me, just an example of what I did due to boredom.  however, mine is far less drastic...I actually think im going to redo it once i return home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I cant focus, I continue procrastinating, and I am not packed to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 1:30am, and I still have to pack.  and get up around 8:30, to pack some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then work from 10:30 to 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Im on a bus home from 4 to whenever the hell we arrive in Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because of shitty weather, we will be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, my next post will most likely be coming to you (the four people that actually may read this ) from my home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a WONDERFUL BREAK everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and 6 days until CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5802033149395892034?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5802033149395892034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5802033149395892034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5802033149395892034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5802033149395892034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-something-rhymed-with-purple.html' title='i wish something rhymed with purple....'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUs_gH8WONI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sSb5gKp_abs/s72-c/purple+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4101669713968364314</id><published>2008-12-17T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:27:12.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>courage</title><content type='html'>I so wish I was brave.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may disagree, but it's true.  Im not brave.  Not in the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im too afraid to do anything, too afraid to take a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I take chances and do crazy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but never with my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is the one part that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that someday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can draw the strength to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be spontaneous, crazy, brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, Im stuck playing it safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate myself for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4101669713968364314?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4101669713968364314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4101669713968364314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4101669713968364314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4101669713968364314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/courage.html' title='courage'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4165096563547124867</id><published>2008-12-16T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:47:28.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>Aesthetic things please me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty pleases me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes please me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its strange, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've spoken once, maybe twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not romantically attracted to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Yet something about you tugs at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to draw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;capture your perfect eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your perfect face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew you better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could speak freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know your story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know the story behind your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could drown in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you once, yet I am captivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wish I wasn't drawn to beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its aggravating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It controls my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you control my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUhL2Buy_CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DnKZFVOoHOk/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUhL2Buy_CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DnKZFVOoHOk/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280553954641640482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.  ps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from studying.  its grande, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only two more finals and then I am on my way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankgod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4165096563547124867?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4165096563547124867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4165096563547124867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4165096563547124867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4165096563547124867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes.html' title='eyes'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SUhL2Buy_CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DnKZFVOoHOk/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5279420315849744507</id><published>2008-12-12T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:25:19.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more school!</title><content type='html'>Well, Today is the day.  It is officially my last day of classes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I've already attended them, Im pretty much done.  NO MORE CLASSES!  Now, granted, I still have three finals plus my hugh final film to complete.  But at least I don't have to get up at 8 every morning.  (now, I know you silly high schoolers are whining right now, because you all need to be at school before 8, but really, your classes are much easier AND you don't party nearly as much as we do.  I mean, really, you're all probably in bed by 12.  whereas going to bed by 12 NEVER happens for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've been quite busy editing my film.  Its coming along, slowly but surely.  I have all my video editing done for the most part, but I still need to sync the sound and add music.  I really like the way its coming along, though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(actually, while I'm writing this, I'm waiting for my sound to render for this film)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Lately, I've really been missing my friends from back home.  Not that I dont love my friends here, but I'm around them too much, and I really just need my space.  Im sort of sick of them, I suppose.  haha.  But in a nice way of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just really miss being alone.  I was alone so much before school, and I liked being by myself.  I miss that.  Here, there are always people around. ughh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, Im gonna go back to working on my film.  ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5279420315849744507?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5279420315849744507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5279420315849744507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5279420315849744507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5279420315849744507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-school.html' title='No more school!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2143339510696452930</id><published>2008-12-10T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:25.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>posers and backstabbers</title><content type='html'>You're all so goddamn fake.  Every one of you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me so angry with your false smiles, forced happiness and stupid hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all pretend like we are so close, when in reality, we all hate each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im disgusted at how you treat him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your own flesh and blood, and you treat him like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a saint really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the second, third and fourth chances he's given you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have walked away years ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope one day you get your comeuppance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that one day, you are treated like dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that one day, people chew you up and spit you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that one day, you feel the pain you forced on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll cut you out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I wont look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are all so blind that you are losing someone so incredible as him.&lt;br /&gt;Every knife wound you inflict,&lt;br /&gt;He moves further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll regret how much you've hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that that regret will plague you till you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angrily yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2143339510696452930?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2143339510696452930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2143339510696452930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2143339510696452930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2143339510696452930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/posers-and-backstabbers.html' title='posers and backstabbers'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1890634969250538368</id><published>2008-12-04T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:36:05.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>criptic</title><content type='html'>I saw you.&lt;div&gt;Oblivious of your perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its strange, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that despite not knowing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For unknown reasons, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know your name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I was drawn to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moth to the flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The addict to the drug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still barely know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by crazy happenstance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I barely knew you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you tortured my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You monopolized my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagined us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps Im crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for those two seconds where I pictured us together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your gone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most likely holding her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or hurt really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ever time it happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little part of me dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not even sure there's anything left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for that, I am truly sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STivnPbrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zG_EVji_fJk/s1600-h/wilted+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STivnPbrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zG_EVji_fJk/s320/wilted+flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276160052156937202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1890634969250538368?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1890634969250538368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1890634969250538368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1890634969250538368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1890634969250538368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/criptic.html' title='criptic'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STivnPbrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zG_EVji_fJk/s72-c/wilted+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8859709026034860447</id><published>2008-12-02T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:07:23.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harassment and the Plauge.</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;div&gt;So it's official.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Okay, so perhaps I'm speaking a bit hyperbole here, but really, thats how I feel.  My eyes are watering, my nose is running, I keep on sneezing, its horrid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just want to return to my dorm room, curl up in my warm bed and sleep.  I hate being sick.  I just feel so gross.  This is extremely unpleasant.  ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I have a TON of stuff to do for my classes, and Im getting increasingly stressed out about how its all going to come together...  I really just want this to all be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, wanna hear a great story?  Today, Instead of taking a nice refreshing nap in my dorm room between classes, I was stuck in a meeting about sexual harassment.  It was so redundant and boring.  I fell asleep.  It really didn't help that I am miserably sick.  ohgod.  I've had to go through sexual harassment training with Every new job I've started, so really, why did we have to go to this?  I could have been resting and drinking orange juice.   ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I should go back to paying attention in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morbidly yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8859709026034860447?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8859709026034860447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8859709026034860447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8859709026034860447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8859709026034860447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexual-harassment-and-plauge.html' title='Sexual Harassment and the Plauge.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-2936356350566126687</id><published>2008-12-01T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:01:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here in Film A &amp;amp; A class feeling sicker and sicker by the moment.  I cant even focus because my nose and eyes are running fast than Usain Bolt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STSinDG07gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XV1rE0unkUM/s1600-h/Usain+Bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STSinDG07gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XV1rE0unkUM/s320/Usain+Bolt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275019855290232322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so unpleasant.  I cannot be getting sick, this close to finals.  ughhhh.  I just want to get this semester over with.  I really just dont like school.  Maybe I should reevaluate what I want to do here and with my life.  because honestly, is it worth being miserable for four years?  especially when I have no clue what I do want to do.?  I dont really want to transfer, because I love the social-ness here, but I really am just so damn sick of school.  Hopefully when I find something I am truly passionate about, This will all get better....I just hate school right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like, Im drowning in this confusion.  I have no clue what to do.  I really just want to go back to being eight years old.  Back when I didnt need to know anything, except what time I had to be back for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know whats lame about getting sick in class?  the fact that this class goes from 7 to 10:30 pm.  this is just wayyyyy too late.  I need sleep, people.  And then, on top of that, once a month we have to stay late in class for extra discussion time.  and guess what!  tonight is that night.  Hopefully they dont keep us too long....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Now that Im back from vacation, I really miss home.  I had such a blast with my friends, having sleepovers and talking till the wee hours in the morning about everything.  seriously.  we went from talking about the holocaust to where the word prostitute came from to talking about Berry Juice... and Dingleberrys.  its was pretty insane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then walking with my friends to a play ground at night in the cold....and Lyndsay accidentally stepping on a dead chipmunk (hahahaha).... and then spinning as fast as we could until we couldn't see straight on the mini merry go round....  and then getting really cold and huddling together while waiting for Lyndsay's mom to pick us up.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all that.  I miss my home friends quite a bit.  I miss that fact that I wasn't able to see two of my best friends in the whole wide world over break, since they didn't come home.  I really miss them.  And most of all, I miss home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just cant wait to go home for Christmas.  Nothing to think about for a whole month.  No projects, homework and school to think about.  Thankgod.  Only 19 more days till break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Ive got to go stuff my nose with tissues and get to bed early....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-2936356350566126687?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/2936356350566126687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=2936356350566126687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2936356350566126687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/2936356350566126687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/achoo.html' title='Achoo'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/STSinDG07gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XV1rE0unkUM/s72-c/Usain+Bolt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3286812205381614105</id><published>2008-12-01T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:15:31.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus trips = death</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally back.  I arrived back in Ithaca rather late last night.  our bus was delayed by about three hours due to traffic and poor weather.  It was horrible.  We finally got in around 9:30 which was such a relief.  I started the next season of Alias with S (it was fabulous) and started to unpack.  All in all, it feels nice to be back here with my friends, but I AM dreading all the work and stuff Ill have to do.  sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, last Thursday I saw Twilight.  for the fourth time.  With Lyndsay and Michelle Nadeau.  It was still amazing.  I just love that movie so much.  Everything about it was wonderful.  Just like the last four times.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think I need to lay off the twilight thing a bit.  Its clouding up my mind and confusing me an awful lot.  Due to frequently reading it, now I have all sorts of unrealistic hopes and expectations.  Not to mention it dominates all my thoughts.  And I honestly believe this will not be good for my current single state.  Ah, well at least its better than other unhealthy addictions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, know what's atrocious?  The fact that I have some sort of cold thing coming on.  Not sure exactly what it is, but I do know that my throat is raspy, I have that cough feeling in my throat/lungs and my nose is acting up.   Every time I inhale I can feel my chest wheeze.  I really hope this is nothing serious.  After classes today, Im going to take a nice long nap.  That should hopefully help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must get ready for class.  Have a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3286812205381614105?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3286812205381614105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3286812205381614105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3286812205381614105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3286812205381614105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/12/bus-trips-death.html' title='Bus trips = death'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1507478493876237373</id><published>2008-11-27T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:23:56.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turkey drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im leaving to spend the day with my relatives.  Lunch with the Fortiers (dad's side), Supper with the Morencys (mom's side).   Hopefully everything goes smoothly and there is no drama...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... and I'm going to have to work extremely hard to keep my mouth shut and not say any of the thousands of things I would LOVE to tell them, because I really think they need to hear it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...But saying a piece of my mind is not appropriate and I would only be stooping to their level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....So I'll attempt to refrain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe, Anyways, Im not writing a lot, but I did want to wish all my readers a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS6tBGVj3VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7EhPGX8qKg/s1600-h/happythanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS6tBGVj3VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7EhPGX8qKg/s320/happythanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342448089947474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a marvelously wonderful holiday and to all my kids back at Ithaca, I MISS YOU A TON!!!  I cant wait to see everyone Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1507478493876237373?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1507478493876237373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1507478493876237373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1507478493876237373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1507478493876237373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-drama.html' title='turkey drama'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS6tBGVj3VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7EhPGX8qKg/s72-c/happythanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-1467640177441225502</id><published>2008-11-26T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:39:04.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricky!</title><content type='html'>Wow, being home really distracts me from my normal every day routine, such as keeping THIS updated.  Sorry its been a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, The only really exciting thing that has happened to me is that I am working quite a bit.  I have no time for any FUN plans because Im working.  ugh.  and I need to work, so I cant complain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But speaking of work, True Story, John Travolta came into my theater Sunday to see his film, BOLT.  UHHH, WHATTT??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1dLeuUGGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFA994JzC_U/s1600-h/john+travolta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1dLeuUGGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFA994JzC_U/s320/john+travolta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272973190527981666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1dLUYza4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hrj528H4TQ8/s1600-h/bolt+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1dLUYza4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hrj528H4TQ8/s320/bolt+movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272973187753405314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that was my reaction.  And the worst thing is, he had some sort of disguise so I didnt even recognize him.  No one did.  But after he left, Disney sent us a letter on his behalf with a thank you gift telling us he enjoyed his stay.  Im still rather flabbergasted that he came.  I mean, he does have a house in Maine, but really, why would he choose Flagship?  Our theater is pretty lame compared to like, Cinemagic Theaters and Regal Theaters....  Ahh, ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Australia last night at an employee rundown with Brian and Heather.  It was SO GOOD.  I definitely recommend seeing it.  Its a lengthy movie (about 3 hours) But SO WORTH IT.  Very well made, the acting was superb, and there was brilliant cinematography.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d-k6renI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R5PgatTCJWg/s1600-h/AustraliaPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d-k6renI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R5PgatTCJWg/s320/AustraliaPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974068363786866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9g2HmJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TcHWx57W7Dc/s1600-h/australia23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9g2HmJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TcHWx57W7Dc/s320/australia23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974050091047058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9mFq9RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YOjUg6BDzB0/s1600-h/australia+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9mFq9RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YOjUg6BDzB0/s320/australia+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974051498456338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, So Cute.  I want to fine me a ruggedly handsome guy down under and go on exciting adventures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9KXwKWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rjYUIjGzNMA/s1600-h/Australia+Nelluh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9KXwKWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rjYUIjGzNMA/s320/Australia+Nelluh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974044058102114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Actor here, Brandon Walters, just may have stolen the show.  He was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Hugh Jackman wasn't so bad to look at either....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9FxT6mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-Sc47JDa99Y/s1600-h/Australia+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1d9FxT6mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-Sc47JDa99Y/s320/Australia+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974042823125602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Im pretty sure he is one of the only men who can make a beard look insanely sexy....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Thank you to my friend S for getting me ADDICTED to Alias.  Its all I watch now.  My brother Daniel and I watch it obsessively.  I just cant get enough.  hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1fROyY9-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jt-fAMKI-rA/s1600-h/Alias+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1fROyY9-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jt-fAMKI-rA/s320/Alias+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272975488352581602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soyeah, today I am off to work for most of the day.  12-8.  fun fun fun.  but at least Im earning money, which is VERY GOOD.  and then I may possibly be hanging out with some people, but Ill bet 3 dollars that they cancel.   Its happened before, so I wouldnt be surprised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im gonna go watch some more ALIAS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-1467640177441225502?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/1467640177441225502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=1467640177441225502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1467640177441225502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/1467640177441225502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/b.html' title='Cricky!'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SS1dLeuUGGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFA994JzC_U/s72-c/john+travolta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7501100513971845905</id><published>2008-11-24T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:41:29.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>three's a crowd, three's company....</title><content type='html'>You know how people say third times a charm?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo9iC_MkFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VurY0rWr4kY/s1600-h/edward%26bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo9iC_MkFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VurY0rWr4kY/s320/edward%26bella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272093968917368914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially seen twilight three times since it came out, three days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one a day, thats pretty good.   And honestly, I cant get sick of it.  there is just too much passion, romance, adventure and beauty to ever get tired of it.  I cant wait to buy it on DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in other news, I worked at the theater today.  first time in like, four months that I worked at the movie theater. it was fun.  there are quite a few new people, which felt slightly strange.  and of course, there were my friends from when I left, like Brian, Heather, Newbie (aka Zack), etc.  and other people who I do not get along with as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'll be proud of me.  I completely refrained from participating in ALL and ANY gossip, despite desperately wanting to put my two cents it.  I said nothing about anyone, and it felt nice.  (Although Ill admit I did make a face or two....)  hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also was able to play cards with my mum and brother.  It was great.  I totally destroyed both of them.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, so tomorrow should be exciting.  I may be hanging out with an old friend and I will be attempting to cook supper for my family.  Not sure yet what Ill make, since Im a horrible cook, but at least Ill try.  I figured I could take the burden off my mum for one night.  especially after all the nice things she does for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am pretty excited to see what happens for the rest of the week.  I have quite a few works hours lined up, which is very nice.  and Ill probably see Twilight another time or two.   Oh, and Ill be attending the run-down of Australia Tuesday night!  cannot wait for that one.  Hugh Jackman is so attractive.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo98MgLDkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DDwaHQ6A_W0/s1600-h/australia_tease_703067g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo98MgLDkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DDwaHQ6A_W0/s320/australia_tease_703067g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272094418148200002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im off to watch some Alias.  Its a really great show my friend S got me into.  I love watching old shows, because then I dont have to wait for an episode a week, but instead, watch it all at once.  hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo-K6I67FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zmN6o8b8N4M/s1600-h/alias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo-K6I67FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zmN6o8b8N4M/s320/alias2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272094670916873298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss my school friends, stay out of trouble.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7501100513971845905?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7501100513971845905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7501100513971845905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7501100513971845905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7501100513971845905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/threes-crowd-threes-company.html' title='three&apos;s a crowd, three&apos;s company....'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSo9iC_MkFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VurY0rWr4kY/s72-c/edward%26bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4983208018066883524</id><published>2008-11-22T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:00:45.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my life now.</title><content type='html'>So, guess who saw Twilight again....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSibuqFMuPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VRRhfFiRNfw/s1600-h/edwardbellatruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSibuqFMuPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VRRhfFiRNfw/s320/edwardbellatruck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271634589709547762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmyup, that would be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As like the last time, It was perfect.  probably even better, really.  I loved everything about it.  My one qualm with it was that it did not show enough of their friendship/relationship developing.  I would have a liked a little more, like the bloodtype testing scene and a few others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asides from this small trivialities, I loved it.  so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here I am, finally back home.  It feels wonderful.  I love being with my family.  Although, my dad did sort of shun me when I returned, due to the "intense" game of Notre Dame Football on the tube.  honestly, is that really where I rank in his life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSicA0snzYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1_H0nF6YO9Y/s1600-h/notre-dame-dm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSicA0snzYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1_H0nF6YO9Y/s320/notre-dame-dm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271634901796900226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say I felt loved....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Im pretty pumped that I received some hours at work.  Im dead broke so any money is good.  I just hope their wont be any drama.  you know how work can be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Anne is here, aka my bffl cousin.  I love hanging out with that girl.  She is fabulous.  We will probably attempt to make a ghetto hip hop music video with her camera.  and of course it will turn out to be ridiculous.  But it will be fun none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSicjw3J9pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZuDecLSmcmk/s1600-h/lipgloss+lil+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSicjw3J9pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZuDecLSmcmk/s320/lipgloss+lil+mama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271635502062761618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats what we will look like.  ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all my school friends at home as well, I miss you terribly and I have a slight empty gap in my chest, from where you all usually are.  I cant wait to see you, but I do hope this week does not fly by.  I want to have time to appreciate my time here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and also, deep thought of the day.  I was talking to my best friend Charlotte about boys last night, and she got me thinking.  See, I was slightly annoyed at my current single state, and I just don't get how she has another boyfriend while I am still hopelessly single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and really, i still dont know why that is.  but its okay, really.  Im so busy with school and life, I don't really need a guy to mess that up.  And perhaps thats my problem.  Perhaps Im just not ready, or I make myself believe Im not ready, and then push away any guy that even tries to get close.  not to mention my ridiculously high standards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, ohwell.  Something to ponder for another day.  Boys are silly, anyways.  (But that doesn't mean that i don't have my eye on someone.... haha)  ooh, double negative....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im off to hangout with Anne and be crazy.  like usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4983208018066883524?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4983208018066883524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4983208018066883524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4983208018066883524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4983208018066883524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-my-life-now.html' title='You are my life now.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSibuqFMuPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VRRhfFiRNfw/s72-c/edwardbellatruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7754226706220842250</id><published>2008-11-22T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:38:31.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home is where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>Well, Im almost home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close.  yet I still have one more night before I see everyone.  I love college, I really do, but it feels so incredibly wonderful to return home.  despite popular arguments that once someone leaves home, it no longer is their home and their new location becomes their home, I personally believe that Maine is still my home.  Even though I live in New York now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think one day that will change, and one day, I think NY will be my home.  But for now, Maine is still that place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I just really cant wait to get home.  I have plans with quite a few people, Ill also be working quite a bit, which is great, because I am flat broke.  its atrocious.  I cant wait to get a big juicy paycheck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soyeah, if anyone actually reads this, and you are a friend from maine, call me or email me, because i would love to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, if anyone wants to see twilight, let me know cuz i am game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is in my top five favorite films of any genre of all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure where ill rank it in there yet, but its up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, call me.  lets make plans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7754226706220842250?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7754226706220842250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7754226706220842250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7754226706220842250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7754226706220842250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='home is where the heart is.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3384868050010349842</id><published>2008-11-21T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:02:06.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSZq1Eck0NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9knk3lpOBjA/s1600-h/twilight+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSZq1Eck0NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9knk3lpOBjA/s320/twilight+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271017873842950354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3384868050010349842?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3384868050010349842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3384868050010349842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3384868050010349842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3384868050010349842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSZq1Eck0NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9knk3lpOBjA/s72-c/twilight+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-5714731769619845582</id><published>2008-11-19T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:18:04.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art, The Bolex and Joshua Jackson</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it.  I drew a nude model today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what?  It was amazing.  I loved it.  I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; uncomfortable for the first minute, and then i just got over it.  she was beautiful and I loved being able to capture her in my sketches.  we did 1 minute drawings where she would change poses every minute.  so they are really rough sketches.  and then we did fifteen minute drawings.  I really feel like i did well.  drawing people is so amazing.  I got so into it.  I wanted to capture her essence in my sketches.  This has reaffirmed for me how beautiful people are.  Like, someone with nothing on is so beautiful.  no make up, no clothes, nothing to hide behind.  I cant wait to see who we draw next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSf71CgP0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sJGSYFPEzHk/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSf71CgP0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sJGSYFPEzHk/s320/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270513314129002306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art classes here are amazing.  I feel like I have improved SO much and Learned SO MUCH.  I am so excited to minor in art.  it is by far my favorite class.  I just cant wait to look back four years from now and see where i started, and where I am now.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I filmed another 65 feet of film.  It went really well.  I didn't have to worry too much about lighting because we were outdoors.  I got some wonderful shots of S doing cutesy things, like running through the snow, smiling, laughing, etc.  I cant wait to see how all the footage comes out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSgZ-mXpAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9IrOVqDm5Yg/s1600-h/bolexH8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSgZ-mXpAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9IrOVqDm5Yg/s320/bolexH8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270513832091427842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is the camera we use.  Its called a Bolex.  its a 16mm film camera.  Its pretty sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Tonight I have a few small things to write for Cinema Production and nothing else, really.  its great.  no hw due the next few days, so I can begin to calm down before break.  Ohhh, I cannot wait for break.  Its going to be marvelous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, last night, I attended a Bruce Conner screening of quite a few of his montages, which were brilliant, if i do say so myself.  "Vivian" and "Marilyn times 5" were my favorites.  so well done and amazing.  He died this past summer, so Cornell Cinema screened like, around 12 of his films.  It was a bit too much to take in the first time, but it was really awesome.  I would love to see a few of the films again, just to spend more time absorbing them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and tonight, I am watching FRINGE with S online, since we missed it last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANT WAIT!!!!!!  I LOVE THAT SHOW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnQ3wsNI/AAAAAAAAADY/OH7fPzHxIYk/s1600-h/fringepromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnQ3wsNI/AAAAAAAAADY/OH7fPzHxIYk/s320/fringepromo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512960822882514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfmj-TqNI/AAAAAAAAADA/C2oHfcbmmOI/s1600-h/fringe-tv-promo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfmj-TqNI/AAAAAAAAADA/C2oHfcbmmOI/s320/fringe-tv-promo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512948770744530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnH2XHrI/AAAAAAAAADI/iQYMEJ9LaJw/s1600-h/fringe_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnH2XHrI/AAAAAAAAADI/iQYMEJ9LaJw/s320/fringe_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512958401093298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnRUXMyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NO6GoSNMLgc/s1600-h/FringeJosh046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfnRUXMyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NO6GoSNMLgc/s320/FringeJosh046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512960942846754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfmfJYoNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4F3zIKlAu74/s1600-h/fringe-fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSfmfJYoNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4F3zIKlAu74/s320/fringe-fox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512947475030226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um, yeah.  Im basically in love with this guy^.  His names Joshua Jackson.  He played Charlie on the Mighty Ducks.  CRAZYYYYY.    I had a crush on him when I was like, 10 and watching that film.  and I have a crush on him now.  hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSShiw9i09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/YV2hKay7wCY/s1600-h/mightyducks+charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSShiw9i09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/YV2hKay7wCY/s320/mightyducks+charlie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270515082560984018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him as Charlie^.  Awe, that is only like, the BEST sport film series of ALL time.  If you have not seen it, you simply must.  Its great and hilarious.  I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well, Im off to do stuff.  hopefully the rest of the week runs smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Friday, at 4, I head home!  Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-5714731769619845582?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/5714731769619845582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=5714731769619845582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5714731769619845582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/5714731769619845582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-bolex-and-joshua-jackson.html' title='Art, The Bolex and Joshua Jackson'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSSf71CgP0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sJGSYFPEzHk/s72-c/photo_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-3174645480338379987</id><published>2008-11-18T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:20:51.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude, but not Naked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really am honestly addicted to blogging.  it's such a cathartic form of expression.  I really enjoy it.  I mean, if I'm blogging twice a day, then obviously this is good for me.... or its a brilliant form of procrastination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, funny story, everyone.   tomorrow, in art class, I get to draw.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NAKED MODELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Woahhhhh Now.  pretty intense, huh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But you know what, honestly?  Im not bothered by it.  I have really begun to shed my puritanical upbringings since I've arrived at college.  Now, don't get me wrong, Im not a slut or anything.  Far from it.  But by saying that Im shedding my puritanical upbringings, I mean that nudity doesn't bother me.  In my film A &amp;amp; A class and my Cinema Production Class, we screen so many films loaded with nudity.  and really, I've gottten used to it.  I can now see the body as a work of art, as something beautiful and unique, rather than sexed up misogynistic views of women or sexually aggressive men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmbsCTzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TnUCFXQkK90/s1600-h/nudehat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmbsCTzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TnUCFXQkK90/s320/nudehat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270231471569915698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't these photos truly beautiful?  So much emotion and feeling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmL7yK-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RYuViljTjas/s1600-h/Nude_1936_(227N)_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmL7yK-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RYuViljTjas/s320/Nude_1936_(227N)_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270231467340999650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this doesn't mean that movies involving CHILDBIRTH don't bother me..   because they do.  (I still shudder at the images).  But Im not uncomfortable watching nudity.  I don't feel guilty like I used to, back in High School.  I think its interesting and fascinating how some of my views on the world have altered.  Not in a negative way, I believe, but in a more open minded knowledgeable way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, thats my deep thought of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and tomorrow I get to continue filming my movie.  Ohgod, Im nervous and a tad bit stressed out.  hopefully everything works out.  I really want it to, but we'll see.  I am so fed up with technical problems.  I just cant wait to change majors.  Filmmaking just is NOT for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and in exactly 48 hours from now, Thursday at Midnight, I will be at the Regal Cinema Mall Theater watching....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TWILIGHT the MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOflyLpIUI/AAAAAAAAACI/aYkmgc40T-8/s1600-h/movieposter2twilight.jpg"&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/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOflyLpIUI/AAAAAAAAACI/aYkmgc40T-8/s320/movieposter2twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270231460428194114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmcPD79I/AAAAAAAAACg/DF0zZVSXyPo/s1600-h/twilight-groupshot-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmcPD79I/AAAAAAAAACg/DF0zZVSXyPo/s320/twilight-groupshot-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270231471716822994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOgWzSZggI/AAAAAAAAACo/g4wCGjGlW_M/s1600-h/twilight-still-staring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOgWzSZggI/AAAAAAAAACo/g4wCGjGlW_M/s320/twilight-still-staring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270232302538555906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being an avid fan since the series first came out (in 2005 or 2004, I believe), its so exciting to actually get to see a film adaptation of the book.  It IS my favorite book on the planet, but im trying not to have my hopes too high.  as long as they do a lovely job with the film, I will be happy.  even if it diverges from the book.  Being a filmmaker myself, I know how extremely difficult it is to get everything to work.  (for my Final Film, Ive had to change the script four times.  two of those were mid way through filming).  So I wont be too harsh a critic on their accuracy to the book.  As long as its well made, the acting is good and its entertaining, I will be happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, GO see it and show your support.  And if you have yet to read it, DO IT NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, im off to study for my Italian Quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-3174645480338379987?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/3174645480338379987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=3174645480338379987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3174645480338379987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/3174645480338379987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/nude-but-not-naked.html' title='Nude, but not Naked.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSOfmbsCTzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TnUCFXQkK90/s72-c/nudehat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7162059127706000427</id><published>2008-11-18T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:58:37.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Credendo Vides: By believing, One sees</title><content type='html'>So,  Im finally done with Tuesday!!  which is marvelous.  I don't particularly like Tuesdays.  I have cinema production class, which is by far my least favorite class. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, Last night, in Film A&amp;amp;A, I was fortunate enough to watch a movie titled "Window Water Baby Moving"..... and by fortunate, I mean it was possibly the MOST horrific film I have ever seen.  Now, I can handle most things.  I've seen peoples head's getting chopped off, I've seen people's spines getting ripped out, but Never, I repeat NEVER have I ever seen a woman give birth.  *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camera was at most 2 inches away.  We saw EVERYTHING.  from before the birth, to during the birth, to after the birth, to the placenta...ohhhhgodddd, the horror.  it was the MOST disgusting thing I have EVER seen.  This completely and fully reaffirms my decision to never have children.  If you are on the fence with this decision, WATCH THIS FILM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will make up your mind for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHvrYCKdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BEVTI359rzE/s1600-h/crying-newborn-baby-photo-755405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHvrYCKdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BEVTI359rzE/s320/crying-newborn-baby-photo-755405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134873376565714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, doesn't that look unpleasant? ^  Even the Baby is crying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, moving on to a more pleasant topic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUESS WHAT I WATCHED TONIGHT!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Drum Roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;VOYAGE OF THE UNICORN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAHmgWlI/AAAAAAAAABg/xPc-sKppbmg/s1600-h/B0009ETCXS.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAHmgWlI/AAAAAAAAABg/xPc-sKppbmg/s320/B0009ETCXS.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134056319736402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have not seen voyage of the unicorn, I recommend you get on that shit asap.  it is by far one of my favorite films from my childhood.  I have seen it over 20 times.  It has dragons, gorgons, a minator, trolls, faeries, magic, sword fights, some romance, elves, and every other possibly awesome Fantasy element ever created.  Its like, a 3 hour film that I'm ridiculously addicted to.  so watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, it stars this cutie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAV2LJuI/AAAAAAAAABw/QVpELO3Voj0/s1600-h/191bw_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAV2LJuI/AAAAAAAAABw/QVpELO3Voj0/s320/191bw_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134060143552226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristian Ayre (pronounced Christian), as Sebastian, the elf (who I totally had a crush on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAM_R52I/AAAAAAAAABo/wHlR7HBuU9U/s1600-h/kristian+ayre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHAM_R52I/AAAAAAAAABo/wHlR7HBuU9U/s320/kristian+ayre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270134057765824354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(okay, so I probably still do...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its just a positively awesome film.  the tag line is "Credendo Vides: by believing, one sees" which i totally agree and think is brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WATCH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND VACATION IS COMING SUPER SOON!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, time for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7162059127706000427?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7162059127706000427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7162059127706000427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7162059127706000427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7162059127706000427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/credendo-vides-by-believing-one-sees.html' title='Credendo Vides: By believing, One sees'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSNHvrYCKdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BEVTI359rzE/s72-c/crying-newborn-baby-photo-755405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-8041433398142571340</id><published>2008-11-17T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:05:07.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond the point of stress</title><content type='html'>So, I cannot write too much, because I must return to my frustratingly dull Film A&amp;amp;A paper, however I figured I would give you all a little update on what's going on with my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night, S and D and I all hungout in my room and laughed a ridiculous amount because I attempted Krumpin'.  which is basically a really violent hiphop ish dance.  I was actually pretty tight at it till I pulled a neck muscle.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSHcDcgHz8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vuyd6awFHvo/s1600-h/krumpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSHcDcgHz8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vuyd6awFHvo/s320/krumpin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734990748831682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;That was basically what I looked like^.  no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then D and I dressed up like Ninjas and spys and snuck down our hallway, taking out any evil that lurked in the shadows.  everyone was impressed.  hahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSHcOPkZYDI/AAAAAAAAABY/bocE7lRzFvY/s1600-h/ninjadoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSHcOPkZYDI/AAAAAAAAABY/bocE7lRzFvY/s320/ninjadoll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269735176255660082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because of my incessant procrastination, I did get started on my essay until midnight.  so I didnt finish it until 3.  and actually, im not technically done yet.....but I will be soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I figured I would keep you all updated on the happenings in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and its snowing outside.  quite a bit.  damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-8041433398142571340?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/8041433398142571340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=8041433398142571340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8041433398142571340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/8041433398142571340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-point-of-stress.html' title='beyond the point of stress'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSHcDcgHz8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vuyd6awFHvo/s72-c/krumpin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-4259158733070312168</id><published>2008-11-16T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:53:23.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golly Gee, is it true?.....Nope.</title><content type='html'>OH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done.  I am actually done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, well I'm not&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; technically '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;' done, but i finished filming ONE WHOLE ROLL OF FILM!  thats a big deal.  after ALL the technical difficulties I've faced over this weekend, its wonderful that I've actually filmed a whole roll! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;well.... I still have to find some resources, write a 3 page term paper, add sound to my two montages and add some more clips to them, film my other two rolls and study for Italian... &lt;/span&gt;But AFTER that, IM DONE!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;oh, and it all needs to be done by Tuesday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy.  I just reread what I just wrote and realized how much i still really need to do.  damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyhoo, I've decided to dedicate the next portion of my blog to an amazing person.  you may recognize her as one of the nicest and coolest people at Ithaca.  My very own bffl, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSCcW1ABIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/_SCZozsV140/s1600-h/stephhhhhanme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSCcW1ABIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/_SCZozsV140/s320/stephhhhhanme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269383480021688882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats us^.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  S &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; at the Halloween Party in the Pub... (wow, unintentional innuendo there....haha).  haha.  so yeah, this wondefully brilliant lady here helped save my butt this weekend with my movie.  she was the makeup artist/costumer/lead/production assistant/assistant director/PR rep/music provider/label writer/co-producer/Kraft Services food rep/juggler/ninja/pirate/vampire/friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was SO helpful.  and one day, when im insanely successful and awesome, people will look back at that post, see that i wrote about her and think, "oh gee, michele really liked her.  she must be awesome.  lets hire her for our tv show."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then all her success and credit will be because she helped in my movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, not really.  but who knows... weirder things have happened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, so random story.  this morning, I went to get breakfast in the dining hall at 9:30 because i wanted to get a bright and early start on my film.  well, they weren't open.  WHAT GIVES?!?!  why wouldnt the dining hall be open at 9:30!?!?  I mean, sersly, i know most people were nursing hangovers from intense partying after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ithaca won the CORTACA Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night ( I guess i care afterall...), but why dont they open at least one cafeteria!??  like, what about those people who did not party and were super stressed and got up early to eat?  they are screwed.  as was I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to kill an hour, S and I went to the mailbox and got our mail.  and GUESS WHAT!!!! I finally got my first issue of Entertainment Weekly!  after waiting for two months after i subscribed, I finally got it!!  and guess who was on the cover?  Only the very man I have a very unhealthy addiction with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The One, the Only, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSCwpbyTLMI/AAAAAAAAABI/TLVikO1buVY/s1600-h/robert-downey-jr-covers-entertainment-weekly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSCwpbyTLMI/AAAAAAAAABI/TLVikO1buVY/s320/robert-downey-jr-covers-entertainment-weekly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269405789903334594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBERT DOWNEY JR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Isn't he a god?  I am insanely in love with his looks/personality...I sorta have seen most of his movies, btw....and i got his autograph.  yeah, be jealous.  its normal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, well, Im gonna to write my paper for my Film A&amp;amp;A.  I have a general outline.  I just need to tighten it up and then write the paper.  ;ahdkghahjfkl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-4259158733070312168?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/4259158733070312168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=4259158733070312168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4259158733070312168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/4259158733070312168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/golly-gee-is-it-truenope.html' title='Golly Gee, is it true?.....Nope.'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SSCcW1ABIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/_SCZozsV140/s72-c/stephhhhhanme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-849602477342745726</id><published>2008-11-15T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:20:59.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers anonymous anyone?</title><content type='html'>Well, Im at it again.  Writing another entry in my not so private journal.  This is bad.  Its like an unpleasant addiction.  Do they have AA meetings for bloggers?&lt;div&gt;So, instead of doing things on my mile long "to do" list, I am sitting here, basking in the beauty of the film "Ever After" and writing on this website.  oh god, aren't Dougary Scott and Drew Barrymore so divine together?  One of the few movies that i actually didnt hate Drew Barrymore in.  Such a sad movie.  Thankgod for happy endings.  Its just about the only happy part in the whole film....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SR_FbspMLqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1AB5LfVtwtg/s1600-h/Everafterkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SR_FbspMLqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1AB5LfVtwtg/s320/Everafterkiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147168677834402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, while I was looking back at my many previous entires (all three of them), I realized that all my posts were almost entirely negative.  And I am not generally a negative person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided to write something a tad lighter and happier.  I am going to write 5 strange, odd, or even possibly interesting facts about myself.  and hopefully, at least one will surprise you?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I have mad feet skills.  No joke.  you may laugh, but its all true.  I am able to move things and pick up TONS of objects with my toes.  its really cool.  hahaha.  I've tried to write, but that is almost impossible.  but perhaps someday in the future....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I have a sorta secret crush on Buster Keaton.  He was a film maker around the time of Charlie Chaplin and he was brilliant.  All his films were so entertaining, and he was adorable.  If only he hadn't died in 1966....  damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I talk to myself.  Well, tell myself stories is more like it.  honest.  When Im alone, cleaning, or walking, or doing something, Ill invent stories in my head.  and Ill always be the protagonist/heroine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I secretly want to get into Gossip Girl because it (and Ed Westwick) look delicious, but I have class on Monday nights, So I have yet to indulge....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I hope to become a published novelist before the age of 25.  30 if life is going badly.  But really, I would be so happy to have a novel published.  I have some brilliant ideas, and I've started fleshing them out, and I plan on putting pen to paper, or well, in my case, hands to key board over Thanksgiving break.  We'll see how it turns out.  (and no, i will not post any rough drafts here.  hhaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it.  Five random facts about my self that you may or may not find fascinating.  I personally think they're brilliant, but i guess you could say im biased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, my bed is desperately calling my name.  so Im going to go to sleep.  because tomorrow is guaranteed to be insanely stressful and hectic.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-849602477342745726?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/849602477342745726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=849602477342745726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/849602477342745726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/849602477342745726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggers-anonymous-anyone.html' title='Bloggers anonymous anyone?'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/SR_FbspMLqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1AB5LfVtwtg/s72-c/Everafterkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-7934212312058826485</id><published>2008-11-15T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:52:18.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortaca Game and too Much stress</title><content type='html'>So, if you are not aware, today is a huge day for Ithaca (and parts of the country, as well)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CORTACA FOOTBALL GAME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Ithaca College vs. Cortland SUNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only College Football Division 3 game that is bet on in Vegas.  Yeah, we are basically that awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only slightly lame part of this, is that I honestly don't care.  I have no motivation to even check out the game.  thats how much Im like, "whatever".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention my ridiculous amount of work to do before Monday, and the copious amounts of stress Im under.  Its atrocious.  I cannot wait for break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, you know what really upsets me?  The fact that Ive been working on my movie, planning it and trying to make it great, and then EVERYthing goes awry.  Thursday, when I went to pick up my film equipment, the equipment center gave me the wrong camera, and when I went to exchange it, they were all out of the camera I needed, so now Im stuck with a different camera that Ive NEVER used before for my FINAL film!!  argg. and then I lost all of friday to film because I couldn't find where the light filter went.  It took four people and quite a few hours before we realized it CAME equipped with the light filter.  ARGGG.  So I lost the only nice day this weekend to film.  AND THEN everyone who I had wanted to be in my film, well they've been bailing.  I haven't received replies to my many many emails, and when Ive asked them, their plans have changed and they are too busy, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO FED UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now, I am changing around my entire film and making it for only one person and Hopefully everything goes smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson of the day:  You just cant depend on people.  Because they will always let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-7934212312058826485?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/7934212312058826485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=7934212312058826485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7934212312058826485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/7934212312058826485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/cortaca-game-and-too-much-stress.html' title='Cortaca Game and too Much stress'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6083177272891785713</id><published>2008-11-14T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:53:24.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a little anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was this girl.  named Michelle.  ( &lt;--notice the variation in spelling, which clearly proves this is fictional, and not about other girls with similarly spelt names, like myself.......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, said girl was excessively stressed by a multitude of projects and papers thrust upon her, all due around the same time: Next Monday.  Basically, her life was going to suckit for the next weekend.  Ohgod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, the moral of that story is don't go to Ithaca College to become a film maker IF your secretly unsure of your true calling in life.  Because you WILL realize its not for you in the first class, then decide (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;against your better judgement&lt;/span&gt;) to stick the class out...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey, it will be easy, right?...."&lt;/span&gt;  and then drown under the copious amounts of work they expect you to do, without ever actually teaching you how to do it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im pretty sure some of you can relate to this.  While others, like my dear friend T, will LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But me, I'm pretty much in the first group of people.  who hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I'm off to bed to attempt to get through a decent REM cycle for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6083177272891785713?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6083177272891785713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6083177272891785713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6083177272891785713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6083177272891785713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-little-anecdote-once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time...'/><author><name>Michele Elle Fortier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252370917564387697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhDItVzQdxY/Sz_6s0eDDkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CP9qWzqE62Y/S220/Photo+361.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006340546230517348.post-6390497162671056566</id><published>2008-11-12T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:53:54.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post?  Post virginity?  stupid ramblings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I suppose this should be considered my first blog, then?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, at least my first blog on this new host site.  I remember writing quite a few angsty little poems and stories about hopeless crushes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"supposedly"&lt;/span&gt; broken hearts, and other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end of the world problems&lt;/span&gt; during my Sophomore year on my Myspace profile....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh myspace, whatever did happen to you?  You were like that overnight sensation, like Britney Spears, with her popularity, and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;KABLAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you've got too many kids, your slow, a bit crazy and then suddenly, well, I hate to say it, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(cue dramatic music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A HAS-BEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really.  Who still honestly uses myspace??  Pre-teens who's parents finally give the okay to have a social network site?  Kids who try to collect friends and pass on chain bulletin posts or surveys?  People who are just so out of the social loop that they forget that, HELLOOooo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook is the new Myspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyways, moving on from my slight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangent/rant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided to take up blogging (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) as a source of outlet.  Here, I will release anger, frustration, fear, hope, excitement and any other emotion i experience.  I constantly have some sort of running dialogue in my head of things I want to say, write down, tell someone, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here is my way of doing just that.  If I offend you, I apologize.  But hey, this is my blog, so I guess I can write about whatever I want.  Its up to you to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5006340546230517348-6390497162671056566?l=michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/feeds/6390497162671056566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5006340546230517348&amp;postID=6390497162671056566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6390497162671056566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006340546230517348/posts/default/6390497162671056566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewithonlyonel.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-suppose-this-should-be-considered.html' title='First Post?  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