<?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-8194062881210532235</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:44:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Erica</title><subtitle type='html'>"In Webster's Dictionary it should say: Erica Jayne - (Noun) Lover of books, teller of stories!" ~Elizabeth Jean Rivera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-7980841167126834684</id><published>2010-02-21T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:45:00.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to make a new blog that corresponds with my gmail. My new blog is http://beingericajayne.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Please join me there and add my gmail ejaynee@gmail.com if your blog is private.&lt;br /&gt;Erica :)&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/8194062881210532235-7980841167126834684?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7980841167126834684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=7980841167126834684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7980841167126834684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7980841167126834684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-2273824233406686938</id><published>2010-02-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:41:17.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of advice.</title><content type='html'>Never underestimate a woman's intuition. I continually amaze myself. Whenever I think something is going on, more often than not, I find that I am right. Shady people. Shady business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-2273824233406686938?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/2273824233406686938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=2273824233406686938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2273824233406686938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2273824233406686938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2010/02/bit-of-advice.html' title='A bit of advice.'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-2550851949452956952</id><published>2010-02-01T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:07:53.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erica thinks its amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how much a person can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how easily a person forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how quickly a person regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how life continues on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how pain eventually fades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...how strong she really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...how the song Fancy Footwork by Chromeo always makes her feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8194062881210532235-2550851949452956952?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/2550851949452956952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=2550851949452956952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2550851949452956952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2550851949452956952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2010/02/erica-thinks-its-amazing.html' title='Erica thinks its amazing...'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-3711148290819179380</id><published>2009-11-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:25:36.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven." Another blog about New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwyxqllipVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UfIwEFkbUho/s1600/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwyxqllipVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UfIwEFkbUho/s320/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407892597767316818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I continue to be completely captivated by New Moon. Which is kind of ironic considering New Moon was my least favorite book in the Twilight Series. I guess I can best describe my feelings for the book by comparing it to a love-hate relationship. While I hated the fact that Edward leaves and remains absent for much of the book, I love that he makes a triumphant return in one of the greatest endings to a book I have ever read. And while I missed Edward terribly, I was able to relate to Bella on a very emotional level. I know all to well the severe pain of heartbreak. I felt and could relate to every aspect of her pain. I like to joke that I slipped into a deep state of depression while reading New Moon. I tell people how it was almost like I myself had been left by my one true love. I was experiencing such intense feelings of loss. It was completely insane and yet, I loved every minute of it. It is such an amazing experience to read something so palpable and understand it down to your core. Edward's absence and Bella's depression throughout the book make for such an emotional and powerful moment when they finally come together once again. It is without a doubt my favorite moment in the book. And now, it is my favorite moment in the movie. My words could never do justice to the moment when Bella jumps into Edward's arms and Edward whispers, "Heaven" into her ear. I love that quote. It will probably go down as my favorite movie quote of all time. I love it for so many different reasons. In that one quote, the movie captures what being with Bella truly means to Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Edward's love for Bella is what captures me and makes these books mean so much to me. Everyone wants to know why. Why is there such a frenzy surrounding these books and movies? Why do people love them so much? What is the secret? It is different for everyone. People connect to the story in numerous ways and on many different levels. However, for me, it has always been Edward's love for Bella. It isn't the fact that he is a vampire. Or that he is strong and almost indestructible. It isn't the fact that he always seems to say the perfect things. Or even because of his perfect appearance. My love for these books comes from the idea that one individual can love another so completely. It is something that I want more than anything in the world, to be loved, exactly as I am. And it is for this reason that Bella and Edward's story is my favorite love story of all time and why, even after all the hype, Twilight remains my favorite book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight came to me during a very difficult time in my life. A time in which I loved someone who did not feel the same about me. A time when I lacked self-confidence and self-worth. A time in which I felt hopeless and very much alone. It allowed me to escape and brought me hope. And even still, in times when I feel like I'll never be good enough, like no one will ever love me, I think about Bella in all her imperfections and how Edward loves her so completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Twilight Series will always hold a special place in my heart. Even years from now, wherever life finds me, when the hysteria has died down and a new phenomenon has swept over us all, I will think back upon this time and be grateful that I could experience something truly special.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-3711148290819179380?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3711148290819179380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=3711148290819179380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3711148290819179380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3711148290819179380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-another-blog-about-new-moon.html' title='&quot;Heaven.&quot; Another blog about New Moon.'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwyxqllipVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UfIwEFkbUho/s72-c/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4093578781373697709</id><published>2009-11-20T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:19:54.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwcDXQyGnHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gUG8H-NO4iM/s1600/new_moon_poster_edwardjpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwcDXQyGnHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gUG8H-NO4iM/s320/new_moon_poster_edwardjpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293575858560114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Don't make me choose, because it will be him. It has always been him." Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Clearly, I am on Team Edward. I would also like to add that New Moon is my least favorite book in the series. With that being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The film adaptation of New Moon was amazing! It was everything Twilight should have been and more. It is astonishing what a bigger budget and a qualified director can do. The acting was better. The make-up was better. The script was better. The camera angles were better. Everything was better. This is the movie that Twilight fans deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Thank you Chris Weitz (Director) and Melissa Rosenburg (Screenwriter) for respecting the story and the fans who love it. Thank you for caring enough to get things right. Thank you for not ruining the parts of the book that made it great. Thank you for presenting Jacob and Bella's story in the way that it truly was. Thank you for keeping Edward present even though he was a world away. Thank you for a beautiful film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And a very special thank you to Chris Weitz for doing NOTHING like Catherine Hardwicke did and for directing Kristen Stewart in such a way that her acting wasn't too painful to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The film version of New Moon is a wonderful adaptation of the book. It is what the fans deserve. It still breaks my heart that the film version of Twilight will forever be ruined. However, New Moon brings a new hope to the films to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;In closing, I would like to thank the wonderful people at the University Mall Cinemark for being more than prepared for all us Twi-Hards and for making my 9 hour wait outside in the cold a little less painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;To my dear friend and movie companion for life, Lacey, we survived the cold, the Team Jacob fans, and the Liberals in line behind us. Another great night that I will remember forever. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And lastly, I have a message to the all the members of Team Jacob. You lose. Bella chooses Edward. It will always be Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8194062881210532235-4093578781373697709?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4093578781373697709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4093578781373697709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4093578781373697709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4093578781373697709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SwcDXQyGnHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gUG8H-NO4iM/s72-c/new_moon_poster_edwardjpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-7656672215994982357</id><published>2009-08-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:19:37.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope it does the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17KUOQOlt8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17KUOQOlt8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-7656672215994982357?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7656672215994982357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=7656672215994982357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7656672215994982357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7656672215994982357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-made-me-smile.html' title='This made me smile.'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-1608483395906165503</id><published>2009-08-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:42:58.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(500) Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SoEAlFHm6qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/553oO6F9x-E/s1600-h/500-days-of-summer-header1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368572867831589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SoEAlFHm6qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/553oO6F9x-E/s320/500-days-of-summer-header1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn't. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"(500) Days of Summer" is something seldom seen, an original romantic comedy. This movie is all about love. But not the kind of love with a happily ever after, instead it is about a love that is real and filled with the dizzying highs and weeping lows of a passionate entanglement. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tom is a frustrated greeting-card writer who longs to be an architect. He is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will only be truly happy when he meets his one true love. After many days of monotony Tom meets Summer, a free spirit with a "have fun now" attitude. Summer doesn't believe in love and thinks that relationships bring nothing more than strife and heartache. Tom is determined to prove her wrong. And so begins the narrative that hopscotches around the 500 days of their relationship. A relationship that is filled with love, heartbreak, and every emotion in between. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I admire the way that love was presented in this movie. I can relate to it on so many different levels. I have experienced this kind of love. Love that you give all of yourself to. Love that you live for. Love that you believe will last forever. Love that ends. Then it becomes love that made you stronger. Love that helped you to grow. Love that made you better. Love that had no happily ever after. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watching this movie brought to the surface life lessons that I have been learning over the past few years of my life. Lesson 1: Being completely in love with someone, doesn't mean that they will feel the same about you. You can't make someone love you in the way that you love them. Lesson 2: It is possible to overcome even the most crippling pain of heartbreak. Days pass uncontrollably, and little by little, you heal. Lesson 3: If it is meant to be, it will be. Be yourself. The person that is right for you will love you exactly the way that you are. Lesson 4: As hard and as lonely as the journey is, remain hopeful of the destination. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"(500) Days of Summer" is intelligent and emotional. It navigates the tightropes that link thoughts and feelings, and it does so with heart and humor. This movie is amazing from start to finish. I loved every minute of it.&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/8194062881210532235-1608483395906165503?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/1608483395906165503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=1608483395906165503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/1608483395906165503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/1608483395906165503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/08/500-days-of-summer.html' title='(500) Days of Summer'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SoEAlFHm6qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/553oO6F9x-E/s72-c/500-days-of-summer-header1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-3458745183622195480</id><published>2009-07-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:31:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sl5B9eKciPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZgwhCtIUbDQ/s1600-h/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358793130942171378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sl5B9eKciPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZgwhCtIUbDQ/s320/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where to begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last night was the premiere of the sixth Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. I was lucky enough to attend a midnight showing of the movie with my good friend and movie buddy, Lacey. We had the greatest time! Here is a rundown of the night's events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Harry Potter movie story all begins with a scarf. I was online talking with my friend Stewart and I mentioned that I wish I had a scarf to wear with my super sweet Harry Potter t-shirt. Being the amazing guy that he is, he immediately got on the phone with local businesses in search of the Gryffindor scarf that I greatly desired. Within minutes I recieved a message from Stewart telling me to put my shoes on and come get him. When I questioned him, he simply said, "There's a scarf in it for you." I was so excited! We made our way to Tailor Made in Provo. They had a ton of Harry Potter memorabilia. Instead of a scarf, I decide to get a Gryffindor tie. Stewart tried to talk me into getting Lacey a Slytherin tie. I had to explain to him that only boys like the bad guys. Lacey, like me, would be wearing a Gryffindor tie. Stewart was nice enough to tie the ties for us. He had to tie them a couple times...I was being a tad picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When Lacey arrived at my house, we squealed in excitement. She had made herself a cute t-shirt that had MUGGLE across the front in Harry Potter letters. In our Harry Potter themed shirts and ties, we made our way to the bathroom to apply lightening bolt tatoos to our foreheads. Pleased with our appearance, we decided to have a what-do-we-remember-from-the-6th-book pow wow. Shortly after, we left for the theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We had decided in advance to see the movie in Sandy. The theatre is 45 minutes away, but has reserved seating. After the Twilight line jumpers, we decided the drive was worth it to have guaranteed good seats. The drive ended up being more than worth it for so many reasons. The Mega Plex had been transformed into a Harry Potter Hogsmead Festival. They had Maurader's Maps that showed the location of every event taking place. It was a Harry Potter fan's dream. The festival had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gringott's Wizard Bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Leaky Cauldron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Divination (Fortune Telling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Three Broomsticks Inn (Butterbeer and Cauldron Cakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honeydukes Sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Potions (A wizard was mixing different things together. It was cute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ollivanders (People were selling hand carved wands.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Platform 9 3/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There were also numerous trolley carts selling chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts every flavor beans, and every other candy you could get on the Hogwarts Express. They also had a young man who looked a lot like Harry Potter available to take pictures with. I really wanted to do this! Lacey and I stood there for a long time while I tried to decide if I was going to do it or not. Ultimately, I decided not to do it based on my tight budget situation. However, I did buy a button that said Seeker on it which I am happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think the most exciting thing about the night, apart from seeing the movie, was all the people wearing costumes. I shouted out loud and pointed in excitment when I saw: Dobby, Mad Eye Moody, Professor Trelawney, Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, and an entire Quidditch team. There were also a ton of Harry Potters and people just dressed as wizards and witches. It was such an amazing thing to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before we knew it, we were in the theatre waiting to see the movie. Our seats were awesome and the excitment was papable. The lights dimmed and we all screamed. Cheers echoed through the theatre again when the movie title appeared and the Harry Potter theme was played. The movie was amazing. It is by far the best Potter film ever made. Everything about the movie worked and was well done. I walked out feeling like the people involved in making the movie not only cared about the story, but also cared about the fans of the book. I plan to write a more detailed blog on the movie after I see it again. I already have tickets for Friday. I also plan to read the 6th book again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince is a movie about having the courage to fight for good, no matter how scary it may be. A movie about growing up, relationships, and facing the ultimate evil of Lord Voldemort. Go see this movie. You will love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-3458745183622195480?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3458745183622195480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=3458745183622195480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3458745183622195480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3458745183622195480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-6.html' title='Harry Potter 6'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sl5B9eKciPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZgwhCtIUbDQ/s72-c/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-7696740478828094568</id><published>2009-06-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:18:47.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me Tom Fletcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sj0w9kzf8hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zEhl0pMD-bE/s1600-h/deansherwoodphotospictu.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349485766795850258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sj0w9kzf8hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zEhl0pMD-bE/s320/deansherwoodphotospictu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoy my latest discovery, British rock band McFly. In an effort to see more of Star Trek's Chris Pine, I decided to watch romantic comedy Just My Luck. As part of the plot premise, Chris Pine's character manages an up and coming band. The up and coming band is McFly. I was immediately captured by their music and began searching YouTube and iTunes for more. And so began my first blonde boy crush, Tom Fletcher (pictured above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a video of Tom and Danny, the two leader singers of the band, performing an acoustic version of McFly's song Everybody Knows. It is one of the most beautiful vocal performances I have ever heard. I hope you will watch it and swoon along with me. Be sure to scroll to the bottom of my blog and turn off my player before watching the video. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7JCrqTwVHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7JCrqTwVHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-7696740478828094568?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7696740478828094568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=7696740478828094568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7696740478828094568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7696740478828094568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/06/marry-me-tom-fletcher.html' title='Marry Me Tom Fletcher'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/Sj0w9kzf8hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zEhl0pMD-bE/s72-c/deansherwoodphotospictu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-3186450985074342281</id><published>2009-06-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:28:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is very often depicted in movies, people getting second chances. Someone (usually the leading male character) screws up in some monumental way. And suddenly everything feels hopeless. Then it happens, an epiphany. The person realizes that they made a huge mistake that they must make right. The person starts running, running to find the person that they did wrong. After an out pour of apologies and uninhibited emotion, the two people embrace and all is forgiven. Happy Ending music ensues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I love a happy ending just as much as the next hopeless romantic; However, I feel its constant depiction leads us into a false sense of security. It is possible that at some moments in life, second chances do not exist. Sometimes you only get one chance to do right by someone. Perhaps they have already reached their limit of giving second chances. Or maybe they have just been so hurt in the past that giving second chances just isn’t an option for them. Whatever the reason, sometimes you mess up and that is the end. You lose that person forever and never get a second chance to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you love someone, treat them in such a way that you will never need a second chance. This is not to say that people can be perfect or never make mistakes. But don’t do something in which there is no possibility of ever coming back from. If you truly love someone, you know what that something is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And if you are lucky enough to receive a second chance, odds are there will not be a third, don’t throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“What we feel isn't important. It's utterly unimportant. The only thing that is important is what we do.” – Professor Rohl in &lt;em&gt;The Reader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Stop talking about love. It means nothing. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts.” – Stephen in &lt;em&gt;The Last Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-3186450985074342281?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3186450985074342281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=3186450985074342281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3186450985074342281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3186450985074342281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4106577773272720635</id><published>2009-06-01T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:27:41.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is the new trailer for New Moon. Enjoy Jacob's totally CG'd muscles. Lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e36dca7192090b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e36dca7192090b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4106577773272720635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4106577773272720635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4106577773272720635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4106577773272720635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-trailer.html' title='New Moon Trailer'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-555360072050895405</id><published>2009-05-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:54:17.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is no one talking about Anton Yelchin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8ecaa81acbd86e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8ecaa81acbd86e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330029278%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C50DF7C7E11267CE2CE5A9C462C5B574B0EE992.39F9EF08E638525CE08740F49326040CBE503D9D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8ecaa81acbd86e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN0yvICU4U5YkvPfdJJY_dTuwEts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I first saw Anton Yelchin in the movie Charlie Bartlett. A movie about surving High School, psychiatry, and emotional discontentment. It was a role in which I feel he deserved an Oscar. Above is a clip of one of my favorite scenes from the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anton Yelchin is currently starring in two huge Summer blockbusters, Star Trek and Terminator Salvation. And yet, no one is talking about this amazing actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105125923314194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ShhP0wEgWhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4NG0Cn9f_Ks/s320/startrekcharacterposter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In Star Trek he pulls off one of the best Russian accents ever as Chekov. His portrayal of one of Star Trek's most beloved characters is admirable and endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339107351799752946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ShhR2UGzaPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TOtwMJ0eXuU/s320/TerminatorSalvation_Yelchin-thumb-550x350-11707.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;His role in Terminator Salvation is, in a word, HUGE. He plays the role of teenage Kyle Reese, the father of John Connor. Anton does an amazing job in this movie. His acting was just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;People should be talking about this young actor. Keep an eye on him. I predict he will do great things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-555360072050895405?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d8ecaa81acbd86e5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/555360072050895405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=555360072050895405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/555360072050895405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/555360072050895405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-is-no-one-talking-about-anton.html' title='Why is no one talking about Anton Yelchin?'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ShhP0wEgWhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4NG0Cn9f_Ks/s72-c/startrekcharacterposter4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-2299743417357703811</id><published>2009-04-01T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:34.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SdQ0wb6TWtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BkMJ1Jjf-b8/s1600-h/large_slum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319935066562058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SdQ0wb6TWtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BkMJ1Jjf-b8/s320/large_slum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Come away with me." - Jamal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Away, where? And live on what?" -Latika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Love." - Jamal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire &lt;/em&gt;is the latest film to be added to my favorite movies list. I knew nothing about this movie except for the fact that it takes place in India and won a ton of awards. I had no desire to this movie until.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The DVD promo spots were all over TV. I saw a scene from the movie set to music. In the scene, Jamal is standing on the upper platform at one of the busiest train stations in Mumbai. As he looks down upon the hundreds of people, he sees her, Latika. The emotion in his eyes was palpable. They exuded adoration and the purest of desire. In that moment, I knew that I had to see the movie that was receiving so much attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt; is without a doubt one of the best movies I have ever seen. It is the classic underdog story set against the backdrop of an unforgettable place and culture. A movie about true love and destiny. After all, even a slumdog can be meant for great things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-2299743417357703811?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/2299743417357703811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=2299743417357703811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2299743417357703811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2299743417357703811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SdQ0wb6TWtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BkMJ1Jjf-b8/s72-c/large_slum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4975936424616268156</id><published>2009-03-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:35:28.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Twilight Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a member of many &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; fan groups and messages boards. Lately I have been getting a lot of crap from other fans because I didn't think the film adaptation was "perfect" or that Kristen Stewart was the embodiment of Bella Swan. I have been called "stupid" and "not a true fan." And those are the nicer of the comments that I have received. It is for this very reason that I hate the hype that the movie has brought to the beloved book. Before you send me to the slaughter, let me explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am thrilled that the book is getting so much attention. I couldn't be happier about the fact that more people are reading the book and falling in love with Bella and Edward's story. It is the greatest love story of all time and my favorite book by far. I am also happy that a film version was made. It introduced non-readers to Bella and Edward. My favorite person in the world, my sister, has not read the book and I was so excited for her to meet the Cullens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There were things that I absoultely loved about the movie. I thought all of the vampires in the film were brilliant. I thought Rob did an amazing job of bringing Edward to life. The script contained a lot of lines from the book. And I thought certain scenes were completely spot on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However, I stand by my original review of the movie. The meadow scene, the most important chapter in the book, was completely skewed and poorly done. And the things that Catherine Hardwick decided to add simply because "that's what they do in Forks" were amateurish and just a little too artsy-fartsy. I also stand by my comments about Kristen Stewart's horrible acting and poor portrayal of Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do not HATE the film adaption of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. I just really, truly, deeply love the book. The following is a blog that I wrote on Myspace on May 7th, 2007 after reading &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; in four days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd never given much thought to how I would die - though I'd had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me....&lt;br /&gt;My eyes closed, and I drifted. As I drifted, I dreamed.Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up - as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was a snarl; a deep, wild roar that rang with fury.I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.And then I knew I was dead. Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Behind that longed-for sound was another noise - an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off...I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep," a calm voice infomred me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Watch out for her leg, it's broken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A howl of rage strangled on the angel's lips. I felt a sharp stab in my side. This couldn't be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that.There was a new pain, a scalding pain in my hand that was overshadowing everything else. Someone was burning me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Edward." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tried to tell him, but my voice was so heavy and slow. I couldn't understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Bella, you're going to be fine. Can you hear me, Bella? I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Edward," I tried again. My voice a little clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Yes, I'm here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"It hurts," I whimpered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I know, Bella, I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"My hand hurts," I tried to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I know, Bella. Carlisle will give you something, it will stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"My hand is burning!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I screamed, finally breaking through the last of the darkness, my eyes fluttering open. I couldn't see his face, something dark and warm was clouding my eyes. His voice was frightened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Bella? Carlisle! Her hand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"He bit her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carlisle's voice was no longer calm.I heard Edward catch his breath in horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Edward, you have to do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No!" he bellowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"There may be a chance," Carlisle said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"See if you can suck the venom back out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Carlisle, I..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Edward hesitated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I don't know if I can do that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was agony in his beautiful voice again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"It's your decision, Edward, either way. I can't help you. I have to get this bleeding stopped here if you're going to be taking blood from her hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I writhed in the grip of the fiery torture, the movement making the pain in my leg flare sickeningly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Edward!" I screamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I opened my eyes again, desperate to find his face. And I found him. Finally, I could see his perfect face, staring at me, twisted into a mask of indecision and pain. I watched his eyes as the doubt was suddenly replaced with a blazing determination. His jaw tightened. I felt his cool, strong fingers on my buring hand, locking it in place. Then his head bent over it, and his cold lips pressed against my skin. At first the pain was worse. I screamed and thrashed against the cool hands that held me back. Then, slowly, my writhing calmed as my hand grew more and more numb. The fire was dulling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Edward," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tried to say, but I coudn't hear my voice. They could hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"He's right here, Bella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Stay, Edward, stay with me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I will." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;His voice was strained, but somehow triumphant. I sighed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Thank you, Edward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I love you," he answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I know," I breathed, so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I heard my favorite sound in the world, Edward's quiet laugh, weak with relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And if that doesn't do it for you, I don't know what will. I wasn't even through the first chapter of Twilight before I knew that it was the best book that I was ever going to read. I was completely hooked the very minute that Bella Swan first saw Edward Cullen. I fell in love with him instantaneously. I defy any woman not to fall in love with him. He will make you weak.&lt;br /&gt;Read this book.&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/8194062881210532235-4975936424616268156?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4975936424616268156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4975936424616268156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4975936424616268156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4975936424616268156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-twilight-blog.html' title='Another Twilight Blog'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4563523815413262033</id><published>2009-03-20T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:22:07.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious and So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ScPryErEawI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fWDHBysDuE8/s1600-h/TwilightComic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351230707690242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ScPryErEawI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fWDHBysDuE8/s320/TwilightComic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My sister sent me this in an email. I laughed so hard. I love &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8194062881210532235-4563523815413262033?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4563523815413262033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4563523815413262033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4563523815413262033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4563523815413262033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilarious-and-so-true.html' title='Hilarious and So True'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/ScPryErEawI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fWDHBysDuE8/s72-c/TwilightComic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-8892849742683318748</id><published>2009-03-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:20:59.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen Stewart - Horrible Actress and Delusional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's the latest string of crap to come out of Kristen Stewart's mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight star has contemplated the effect of her departure from the movie series by bragging, "It would be so easy for me to send so many hundreds of girls into such a frenzy by saying I want no part of any future [Twilight] movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, you are most definitely mistaken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;News flash Kristen, nobody cares about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was beyond mad when I opened an email from my sister and read what is posted above. It is pretty brave of Kristen Stewart to say such a thing when she: has no acting ability whatsoever, completely butchered the portrayal of a truly great female heroine, and ruined the film adaptation of one of the greatest books ever written! And for those people who say that Kristen Stewart IS Bella, you have no idea what you are talking about. My suggestion to you, read the book again. And for those people who say that Kristen Stewart's acting in the film was good, you have no idea what good acting is and should never voice your movie related options again, EVER! Kristen Stewart's acting was so bad it was painful and distracting. The movie was successful in spite of her, not because of her. And for those who wish to argue with me, I have one thing to say, final hospital scene. I win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Kristen Stewart. You are a horrendous actress and drastically delusional. You never should have been casted as Bella in the first place. The only frenzy that would occur if you left the Twilight films, would be a frenzy of joy. Believe me, none of the people who really matter would be sad if you were no longer going to portray Bella. I would do a jig and celebrate the fact that I would no longer have to watch you twitch, bite your nails, stumble over your words, and make your stupid faces that you think are portraying real emotion. Nobody cares about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-8892849742683318748?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/8892849742683318748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=8892849742683318748' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8892849742683318748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8892849742683318748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/03/kristen-stewart-horrible-actress-and.html' title='Kristen Stewart - Horrible Actress and Delusional'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-351879139276127311</id><published>2009-01-20T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:47:31.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blueberry Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Blueberry Nights&lt;/em&gt; is just another movie that I stumbled upon while meandering through F.Y.E. I found it months ago, but just recently decided to watch it. I couldn't have picked a better time. It was exactly what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jeremy (Jude Law) owns a 24-hour pie shop in New York City. It is a place where people go to drown their sorrows in pie and ice cream. One night Lizzie (Norah Jones) stumbles in looking for her boyfriend. Jeremy remembers everyone that comes into his little shop, not by name or appearance, but by the kind of pie they eat. After talking to Jeremy, it is confirmed that not only was her boyfriend there, he was there with another woman. Cut to Lizzie standing on a sidewalk gazing up at an open window in which her boyfriend is kissing another woman. A brokenhearted Lizzie makes her way back to the pie shop. Jeremy quickly asks her if she would like a slice of pie. She shakes her head yes and asks which pies he has left after the day's customers. He explains that he has an entire blueberry pie. He says that he always has an entire blueberry pie left at the end of everyday. She asks him why he continues to make them if no one ever eats them. Jeremy goes onto to explain, "...because there is nothing wrong with the pie. Blueberry is a good pie. Just because no one wants it right now doesn't change the fact that it is a good pie. One day, someone will want the blueberry pie." After hearing this, Lizzie asks for a slice of blueberry pie. Night after night she goes to the pie shop. Her and Jeremy spend the nights talking. And everynight she has a slice of blueberry pie. Most nights she cries and wonders why this had to happen to her. Lizzie is completely broken. One night she stands outside the pie shop just watching Jeremy. She decides that she is tired of being sad. She decides to leave New York City. She ends up in a small town in Missouri working as a waitress by day and a bartender by night. While there, Lizzie stays busy, makes new friends, and gets a piece of herself back. She writes to Jeremy telling him of all her adventures. After awhile, Lizzie decides to leave Missouri and ends up in Vegas working in a casino. While there, she continues to write Jeremy and realizes that she is starting to heal. Eventually, Lizzie returns to New York City and to the pie shop. Jeremy is there waiting for her. When she enters the pie shop, she sees a small reserved sign on her usual seat with a slice of blueberry pie sitting in front of it. She asks,"What's this?" Jeremy replied that it was "...just in case you showed up." They kiss. Through voiceover Lizzie explains that "...it took a year for me to get here, for myself to be ready for this moment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As the credits rolled, I thought about how true Lizzie's story is. Sometimes we have to prepare ourselves for our destiny because we are meant for so much more than the right now. Endure. Make it through. Work hard and reach the true happiness that awaits you.&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/8194062881210532235-351879139276127311?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/351879139276127311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=351879139276127311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/351879139276127311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/351879139276127311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My Blueberry Nights'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-8441006361295431579</id><published>2008-11-21T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:45:08.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will always remember the day that I was introduced to &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. I was taking a nap and my sister came into my room. “I got you a surprise,” she said. She handed me what is today my favorite book of all time. My eyes traveled across the title, then down the pale white arms until they stopped, fixed on the bright red apple. “It is about a vampire who is in love with a human, but it is hard for him because he wants her blood,” she explained. My sister knows me so well. I immediately felt the excitement start to build. In that moment, my sister gave me one of the greatest gifts I have ever received. Falling in love with Edward was indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here is an excerpt from the book, it is from Chapter 13: Confessions. Bella and Edward are in a meadow. At this point, Bella knows that Edward is a vampire. He has just shown her how his skin sparkles in direct sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I inched closer, stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of his forearm with my fingertips. I saw that my fingers trembled, and knew it wouldn’t escape his notice.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you mind?” I asked, for he had closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“No,” he said without opening his eyes. “You can’t imagine how that feels.” He sighed.&lt;br /&gt;I lightly trailed my hand over the perfect muscles of his arm, followed the faint pattern of bluish veins inside the crease at his elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Throughout the duration of this chapter, Bella and Edward talk about their thoughts and fears. They describe how they are feeling about each other. Edward explains to Bella how intensely he thirsts for her blood. He also tells her that while his thirst for her is great, his devotion to her is much greater. Bella explains to Edward how intensely she feels the need to be near him. This is also the chapter in which they share their first kiss. It is my favorite chapter in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Last night I went to the midnight showing of the film version of Twilight. The movie was disappointing on many levels. One of which being the happenings of the aforementioned chapter which were greatly skewed and poorly portrayed. It is for this reason that I felt the need to express my feelings about that chapter, being as it is my favorite part of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Casting Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan is one of the greatest casting mistakes of all time. I have been anti-Kristen Stewart for a long time now. Not only is she a horrible actress, she has no concept of who Bella is. She completely butchered the character and it is painfully obvious throughout the entire movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am baffled by the fact that so many pivotal moments of the book were sacrificed for parts of no importance or parts that weren’t even in the book. Why? How could that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Despite the numerous failures of the film, it is saved by the performance of Rob Pattison. He IS Edward Cullen. There were moments during the movie when I had the overwhelming feeling that I was actually face to face with the greatest book character in existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The other members of the Cullen family were amazing. They truly did their characters justice. The world seemed to stand still every time they were on the screen. And the baseball scene was unlike anything I have ever seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I left the theatre completely heartbroken. I quickly made it home, crawled into bed, and opened the book. I flipped through the pages slowly, reading random passages and reveling in the splendor of every word. I felt a sense of calm in knowing that I will always have the book and that Edward and Bella’s true story will forever be mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-8441006361295431579?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/8441006361295431579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=8441006361295431579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8441006361295431579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8441006361295431579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-8618357033614130890</id><published>2008-11-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:29:59.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I might even be a ROCKSTAR!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Words of wisdom from Hannah Montana...lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes I walk a little faster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In the school hallway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just to get next to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I spend a little extra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Time in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just to impress you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Guess you dont notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Guess you dont need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sad you're not seeing what you're missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the outside shying away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the inside dying to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm unusual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not so typical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Way too smart to be waiting around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tai chi practices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Snowboard champion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I could fix the flat on your car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I might even be a rockstar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish when the phone rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That it would be you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Saying let's hang out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then you confess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That there's something special between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why don't we find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But you don't even know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Guess you don't need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why you're not seeing what you're missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the outside shying away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the inside dying to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm unusual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not so typical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Way too smart to be waiting around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tai chi practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Snowboard champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I might even be a rockstar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you only knew the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I really am a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I really am a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This song is totally about me. Chunky and shy on the outside, ROCKSTAR on the inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-8618357033614130890?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/8618357033614130890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=8618357033614130890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8618357033614130890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8618357033614130890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-might-even-be-rockstar.html' title='&quot;I might even be a ROCKSTAR!&quot;'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-8380749034041151243</id><published>2008-10-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:30:25.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're crazy Wildcat!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SQPdFRseRWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VOAeKpKtorU/s1600-h/musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261291872417891682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SQPdFRseRWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VOAeKpKtorU/s320/musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;::Sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How do I even begin to describe a night in which I had more fun than I have had in such a long time? I guess I should start with my friend Lacey. I love her so much! She is a person who loves life and always has fun. Whenever we are together, we talk and laugh and life is great. I was beyond excited when she asked me to go with her to see High School Musical 3. I am a total High School Musical nerd...lol!! I quote the movies all the time and know every song by heart. I couldn't wait to see Zac on the big screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The best night ever started out with us making T-shirts to wear to the movie. Okay...so actually Lacey pretty much did all the work. Meanwhile, I was playing with her daughter, Hailey, and watching the first two High School Musical movies. Lacey did such an amazing job on our shirts. The shirts had Wildcats in team style letters across the front and Efron on the back. My shirt had the number 14 on the back (Troy's Jersey Number for all you High School Musical slackers out there). The back of Lacey's shirt displayed the Wildcats team motto, "Getcha head in the game!" LOL!! To finish off the look, Lacey curled my hair. Expect to see pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Upon entering the theatre, we were greeted by cheers from the other High School Musical fans! We ended up getting a really good place in line. Waiting in line was so much fun! Lacey and I discussed it all. We talked about High School Musical, The Host, I Am Legend, Twilight, and Harry Potter. The girl in line ahead of us watched and listened intently throughout our discussion. I'm sure we were VERY entertaining...lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watching the actual movie was so great. We all cheered, laughed, and watched in awe together. It was so much fun. The crowd was loving every minute of it and so were we. Lacey is one of my favorite people to watch movies with. We are so loud and it is great! Without a doubt, everyone in that theatre knew every single emotion that Lacey and I experienced that night. We wouldn't have been able to keep it to ourselves even if we tried. The movie was so amazing! It completely surpasses the first two films. This is High School Musical as it should be. It was perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the movie, Lacey and I could not stop talking about how great it was. We didn't shut up the entire way home. Neither of us wanted the night to end. I will never forget the drive home. Lacey and I remembered the movie, talked, and laughed so hard. It was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had honestly forgotten how much fun life can be...until last night. Thanks Lacey. I dedicate the clip below to you Wildcat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6Ex5dqyoSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6Ex5dqyoSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-8380749034041151243?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/8380749034041151243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=8380749034041151243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8380749034041151243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8380749034041151243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-crazy-wildcat.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re crazy Wildcat!&quot;'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SQPdFRseRWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VOAeKpKtorU/s72-c/musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-7666583162882918749</id><published>2008-09-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:08:43.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Things I Am Passionate About&lt;br /&gt;My Faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People that I love&lt;br /&gt; Children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaching&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;The importance of Reading&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 words or phrases I say often-&lt;br /&gt;The thing about it is...&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Girl! (Jean)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;In the South...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movie Quotes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my student's names followed by a direction or praise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die-&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the Temple&lt;br /&gt;Have children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work with the Youth of the Church&lt;br /&gt;Go to Indiana and see all the James Dean sites&lt;br /&gt;Go on a cruise with Jean&lt;br /&gt;Read as many books as possible&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Go to the U.S. Open in N.Y. and see Andy Roddick play a match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I have learned from the past-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father exists, loves, and forgives.&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto what is gone won't heal it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have the bad things to remind us what the good things are.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, no matter how severe, always goes away.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom comes with experience and age.&lt;br /&gt;Above all else, people just want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;We are stronger than we think.&lt;br /&gt;True joy only comes from living the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places I would love to go or see-&lt;br /&gt;Indiana (James Dean sites)&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Forks, Washington&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I currently need or want-&lt;br /&gt;To see my Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More time to Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find my Husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cold Weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be Okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crepe Fever at IHOP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-7666583162882918749?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7666583162882918749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=7666583162882918749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7666583162882918749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7666583162882918749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/09/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-7335854494332861187</id><published>2008-09-13T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:32:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thanks, that was fun!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first day back at work was 3 weeks ago. I miss my students from last year terribly. I even cried the first couple of days when I left work. However, it is really great to see them in the halls and at recess. I cannot believe how much they grew over the summer. They really look like 6th graders, which also makes me kinda sad. I love to see their faces light up when they see me. I love that they still love me. And while I will always miss having them in my class, I have a great group of students this year. Sydney is this tiny little Asian girl with the smallest of voices. She is so adorable. Daniel is smart and full of energy. He gets really frustrated when he doesn't understand things right away, but always figures it out on his own. Olivia is a little perfectionist. She is always raising her hand to make sure she does everything just right. She is also the most well-behaved. Marshall is an artist. He draws the most amazing sketches. I always make sure that I see them and compliment his work. Richard is a handful and is always in trouble. He never wants to do his school work and is obsessed with BYU football. Lindsay(the teacher I work with) and I have been trying to figure out how to get through to him. On Friday, my class had the playground all to ourselves. Richard walked over to me with a football and said, "Miss East, Go Long." Even though this is completely against the rules, I took the football from him and said, "You go long." He smiled a big smile and excitedly said, "Ok!" Now before you all think I'm terrible, I promise that I was watching my other students. I can totally do two things at once. Richard was very impressed by my football throwing and catching ability. It may not seem like it now, but I was once a tomboy. As many of you know, I hate to sweat, but it was all worth it when he walked over to me and said, "Thanks, that was fun!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-7335854494332861187?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7335854494332861187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=7335854494332861187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7335854494332861187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/7335854494332861187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-that-was-fun.html' title='&quot;Thanks, that was fun!&quot;'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-5457160468888901628</id><published>2008-08-17T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:36:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome to Dreamland."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As some of you may know, I have a tendency to become a tad obsessed when I am inspired by an actor or actress. While I am sure that it is quite annoying for those closest to me, something positive does occasionally come out of it. As a result of being a very passionate individual, I sometimes stumble upon some of the greatest movies ever. At least in my opinion they are some of the greatest. Dreamland is one of those movies. A true diamond in the rough as far as film is concerned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His name is Mookie. He’s from Las Vegas.” -Audrey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656549142239314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjJ5EmSGFI/AAAAAAAAADo/M-qRvefe9T4/s320/hoyyubmookiecu2400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“What are you doing out here?” -Mookie&lt;br /&gt;“I’m unraveling.” -Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjHVBZkXxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J9i0IxRIaHo/s1600-h/thespot400.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235653730785058578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjHVBZkXxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J9i0IxRIaHo/s320/thespot400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The only thing better than kissing on a first date is almost kissing on a first date.” -Henry&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjJQW-vPGI/AAAAAAAAADg/AJuBEXlxuCk/s1600-h/almostkiss2400.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235655849702014050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjJQW-vPGI/AAAAAAAAADg/AJuBEXlxuCk/s320/almostkiss2400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to read everything you write.” -Mookie to Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjK3TpN1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHtA259jNL4/s1600-h/howifeel1400.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657618332964146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjK3TpN1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHtA259jNL4/s320/howifeel1400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m in love with him.” -Audrey&lt;br /&gt;“Is he in love with you?” -Calista&lt;br /&gt;“I hope so. I listen to my dad tell stories about my mom, and I've read books and I just really believe in love, and no matter how fleeting or tragic I just really, really believe in it.” -Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjG5Prb76I/AAAAAAAAADI/uPqdg709PKY/s1600-h/waterfight400.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235653253581762466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjG5Prb76I/AAAAAAAAADI/uPqdg709PKY/s320/waterfight400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t leave without telling you how I feel. I guess its kind of impossible to keep secrets in Dreamland.” -Mookie to Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjH-cDQdDI/AAAAAAAAADY/mQizPqovohY/s1600-h/kiss400.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235654442313872434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjH-cDQdDI/AAAAAAAAADY/mQizPqovohY/s320/kiss400.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-5457160468888901628?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/5457160468888901628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=5457160468888901628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/5457160468888901628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/5457160468888901628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-dreamland.html' title='&quot;Welcome to Dreamland.&quot;'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SKjJ5EmSGFI/AAAAAAAAADo/M-qRvefe9T4/s72-c/hoyyubmookiecu2400.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-2275133259703130012</id><published>2008-08-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:16:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because its easier to do a Top Ten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.) I finished my first semester at UVU with A's in both of my summer classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.) The opening ceremony for the 2008 Olympics was the most amazing thing I have ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.) Michael Phelps is the best swimmer in the world. Go USA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.) I found a roommate. My friend Ashlie from NC will be moving here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.) I fell down the wooden stairs in my apartment. It freaking hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.) A bee attacked me while I was sitting outside on my swing. I'm pretty sure that bee wanted to kill me. I ran inside screaming for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.) Justin Long is a really good actor. Watch "Live Free or Die Hard" and "Jeepers Creepers". You will LOVE him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SJ-tPAgBpyI/AAAAAAAAACo/2g5Nuitfilk/s1600-h/Justin-Long_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233091765371774754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SJ-tPAgBpyI/AAAAAAAAACo/2g5Nuitfilk/s320/Justin-Long_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.) I saw "The Dark Knight" in IMAX. I have no words that would do that experience any justice. If Heath Ledger doesn't win an Oscar, I'm going to kill someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.) Yes, I am still reading Breaking Dawn. I didn't think it was possible to love Edward Cullen more than I already did...it is very possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.) I want Dan to win Big Brother 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SJ-sr3AWPzI/AAAAAAAAACg/vAj6tNUPoiU/s1600-h/Dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233091161527566130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SJ-sr3AWPzI/AAAAAAAAACg/vAj6tNUPoiU/s320/Dan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-2275133259703130012?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/2275133259703130012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=2275133259703130012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2275133259703130012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/2275133259703130012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-its-easier-to-do-top-ten.html' title='Because its easier to do a Top Ten...'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SJ-tPAgBpyI/AAAAAAAAACo/2g5Nuitfilk/s72-c/Justin-Long_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-3726647680996970327</id><published>2008-07-23T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:16:40.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My talk with Jolynn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jolynn is a young woman in my math class. She is one of the many of us who populate the open math lab every test day. I usually sit beside Dixie, but she didn't come today, so I sat by Jolynn. Today was Jolynn's birthday. She was telling me that she was a little depressed about turning 30. She then went on to tell me how sad it was that she was 30 and still in school. In an effort to comfort her, I told her that I was almost 26, still in school, and not even married. She quickly informed me that she didn't get married until she was 28. I told her that hearing that made me feel better because I sometimes worry that I will never get married. I will never forget the look that she gave me. She looked at me like I was crazy. She then began to shake her head and asked me, "Why would you ever think that you wouldn't get married?" I just shrugged and looked back at my computer screen. However, Jolynn wasn't going to let me off that easily. "No, no...seriously Erica...why do you think that you won't get married?" I looked at her and began to explain that I used to be really skinny and pretty. I told her that I always had boyfriends growing up. I explained to her that being so pretty was my saving grace because I am so painfully shy. And then I said, "Now I'm chunky and not one of the pretty girls and it is just hard." I have never felt such compassion from someone I barely knew as I did when Jolynn leaned over and hugged me. "Erica, you are really pretty. I mean you really are. I can't believe you worry about getting married! You are really smart too. You are ranked #1 in this class. You are also really nice. You always answer all our questions and laugh at our jokes. You have a beautiful smile. You have nothing to worry about." I was really surprised by the things that she said to me. However, I was even more surprised by the fact that I actually believed her. I will never forget my talk with Jolynn. It just goes to show you that you never know how other people truly see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In other news, I moved from my apartment into a townhouse. It is all kinds of wonderful! It is a really nice little house with a backyard for Mickey. There are no lame college students, so it is really adult and quiet. AND...I actually had someone leave me muffins welcoming me to the neighborhood. How adorable is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have watched Penelope at least five times in the past two days. It is a beautiful fairy tale about finding love through loving yourself. And because I know Jean will read this, I will quote our favorite line from the movie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I like myself the way I am!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-3726647680996970327?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3726647680996970327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=3726647680996970327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3726647680996970327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3726647680996970327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-talk-with-jolynn.html' title='My talk with Jolynn.'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4400327764506238869</id><published>2008-06-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:29:37.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "I Haven't Blogged in Forever" Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#1) I am finally going back to school to finish my degree in Elementary Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#2) I still hate Math as much as I always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#3) Great Guy + Young + Handsome + Biology = Someone who tries really hard, but is not a great teacher and is super confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#4) I had a flat tire on Friday. Apparently there was a nail in it. Thank you to the good person who left the note on my car. Being that it was my back right tire, I wouldn't have noticed it for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#5) Speaking of notes on cars, I freaking hate all of the stupid advertisements that get put under my wiper blades. Send an email. Save a tree for cripes sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#6) Saw The Incredible Hulk. Loved it! Tony Stark made an appearance...woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#7) An important message from me: I hate shopping for DVDs at Best Buy. The aisles are only big enough for one person, so you are constantly moving for people. And the DVDs on the two bottom shelves of the aisles are pretty much impossible to see unless you are a contortionist. AND the selection is terrible. Any store that has more Animai Movies than Sci Fi Movies isn't worth the time of a movie intellectual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#8) I am absolutely head over heels for Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#9) Some of my favorite Robert Downey Jr. movies are: "Chances Are", "Chaplin", "A Guide to Recoginizing Your Saints", "Only You", "Heart and Souls", "Less Than Zero" and of course "Iron Man".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#10) "The Tramp can't talk! If he talks, he's dead! The magic will be gone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Charlie Chaplin fighting Hollywood's transition into sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SGL-kaiMpRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMIuaFjgzuQ/s1600-h/18453711_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216011219999958290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SGL-kaiMpRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMIuaFjgzuQ/s320/18453711_w434_h_q80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Robert Downey Jr as Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-4400327764506238869?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4400327764506238869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4400327764506238869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4400327764506238869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4400327764506238869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-i-havent-blogged-in-forever-top-ten.html' title='My &quot;I Haven&apos;t Blogged in Forever&quot; Top Ten'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SGL-kaiMpRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMIuaFjgzuQ/s72-c/18453711_w434_h_q80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-8309672489491958199</id><published>2008-06-01T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:54:30.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;......I am falling in love with Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SEN02xUW4uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY4D0snuJIQ/s1600-h/robertdowneyjr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207134078470906594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SEN02xUW4uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY4D0snuJIQ/s320/robertdowneyjr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all began with a friendly conversation at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Iron Man?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"No, but I've heard it is getting really good reviews." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna&lt;br /&gt;"It was sooo good! You have to see it Erica!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh...I don't really like Robert Downey Jr. all that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna&lt;br /&gt;"What!?! Why?!? Don't you like James Dean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"Of course! I LOVE James Dean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna&lt;br /&gt;"Well, doesn't Robert Downey Jr. kinda remind you of James Dean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't really thought about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna&lt;br /&gt;"You need to watch some of his early films. I just know that you will love him."&lt;br /&gt;(Her eyes glaze over with pure adoration.)&lt;br /&gt;"You need to watch Chances Are, you would love him."&lt;br /&gt;(She sighs.)&lt;br /&gt;"He is so handsome in that movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely convinced at this point. I just had to experience the feelings that radiated from her face. I went to FYE after work and purchased the very last copy. I watched it that same night. My friend was right. I fell in love with Robert Downey Jr. almost instantly. He resembles Jimmy (James Dean) in many ways. It actually made me cry. So basically the movie goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome young Washington attorney Louie Jeffries (Chris McDonald) has it all: a promising career, a beautiful wife, and a baby on the way. But after discovering a local judge is in cahoots with the Mob, Louie dies in a car crash and finds himself in Heaven. Unsatisfied with the customer service he's receiving, Louie jumps the gun and gets himself reincarnated before being administered the magic injection that will remove the memories of his former life. For the next quarter-century, Louie's museum curator wife, Corinne (Cybill Shepherd), remains true to her husband's memory, ignoring the frustrated devotion of Louie's best friend, Philip Train (Ryan O'Neal). Meanwhile, Louie's soul grows up in the body of Alex Finch (Robert Downey Jr.), an aspiring journalist. Alex's memories of his life as Louie return after he becomes romantically involved with Miranda (Mary Stuart Masterson) — the daughter he never got to meet. Soon, Alex/Louie is romancing his wife, spurning his daughter's advances, and frustrating Philip's attempts finally to woo Corinne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may sound a little weird, but it is actually a very charming movie.&lt;/em&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/8194062881210532235-8309672489491958199?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/8309672489491958199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=8309672489491958199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8309672489491958199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/8309672489491958199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/06/chances-are_01.html' title='Chances Are...'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SEN02xUW4uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY4D0snuJIQ/s72-c/robertdowneyjr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-3000671998534251513</id><published>2008-05-27T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:03:51.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. Love. Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SDyeeGgk1gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IxI9jQRFeSM/s1600-h/l_bb8cfd955eef01771015dfad4afe4a9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209509313959426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SDyeeGgk1gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IxI9jQRFeSM/s320/l_bb8cfd955eef01771015dfad4afe4a9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On May 24th, my sister Jean married Samuel Rivera in the Mount Timpanogos Temple. It was a perfectly beautiful day. To avoid yet another set of sentimental tears, I will simply say that I love them both and wish them the very best. My sister couldn't have married into a better family. I love them dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Congratulations Sam and Jean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-3000671998534251513?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3000671998534251513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=3000671998534251513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3000671998534251513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/3000671998534251513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-love-love.html' title='Love. Love. Love.'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSfsFmfYAk8/SDyeeGgk1gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IxI9jQRFeSM/s72-c/l_bb8cfd955eef01771015dfad4afe4a9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-536587773704672213</id><published>2008-05-12T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:13:06.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Little Working Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Noah Webster's 2nd Annual Teacher Idol is just days away and I need some help. One of the other fifth grade teachers is performing Happy Little Working Song from the movie "Enchanted" and a few aides (including me) volunteered to be animals. I am going to be a pigeon. I have no idea how to dress up like a pigeon! Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-536587773704672213?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/536587773704672213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=536587773704672213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/536587773704672213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/536587773704672213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-little-working-song.html' title='Happy Little Working Song'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-1768668324325292563</id><published>2008-04-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:54:24.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am quite sure that no one is as interested in my opinion as I am. However, if you are a book reader or interested in what I'm reading, you can check out my Book Blog at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericasfavoritebooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ericasfavoritebooks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A lack of comments will not hurt my feelings...no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-1768668324325292563?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/1768668324325292563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=1768668324325292563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/1768668324325292563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/1768668324325292563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-5054490809804330657</id><published>2008-04-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:59:48.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my fifth graders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have the BEST job ever! I am an Instructional Aide (aka Teacher's Aide) for Mrs. Harris's fifth grade class at Noah Webster Academy. Every single day is a rewarding experience for me. Today more so because it was the first day back after a week off of school for Spring Break. I can't even begin to describe how much I missed my fifth graders. I was so excited to get to school this morning and see them. I walked into the classroom and received a warm greeting in unison from the entire class. Then it was time for my regulars. First was Trevor, he's always first. Then Blake. Blake is a total flirt and already a lady's man at age eleven. Next was Krissy. Krissy had gotten bangs over Spring Break and was looking rather stylish. Then came Madeline, who had to remind me once again that she would be moving to Arkansas at the end of this week. I'm really going to miss her. She is such a creative soul. She always writes stories and brings them to me to read. I'm so proud of everything that she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After all the excited greetings, it was back to business as usual. Okay so we had an earthquake drill, which isn't usual, but was all business. We climbed under desks like troopers and painful scrunched our bodies to stay safe from what could be falling debris. Hearing the kids laugh was great. I had missed it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At lunch, the girls wanted to gossip about all the happening that had occured since we had been apart. Apparently, someone has a crush on Ananda. She was naturally completely shocked by this new development. In between spouts of girl talk, I was continually asked by many of my students to hurry with the lunch room duties so that I could go outside with them for recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I got outside, I played tag with Trevor, Blake, Natahlia, Hailey, Amantha, and Kylie. It is always so much fun playing tag because they have all these crazy rules...like you have to be standing on a certain color to tag a certain person. I always end up chasing Trevor around the playground. I never can catch him because he makes me laugh so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the fifth grade had to line up, I heard the familiar everyday goodbyes and see-ya-tomorrows. I realized that my fifth graders might have missed me almost as much as I missed them over the break. I love my fifth graders. They are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-5054490809804330657?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/5054490809804330657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=5054490809804330657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/5054490809804330657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/5054490809804330657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-my-fifth-graders.html' title='I love my fifth graders!'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194062881210532235.post-4091489022044967533</id><published>2008-04-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:15:23.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Medication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't stop itching!" -Joey in Overboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to my today. A today in which taking medication to solve one problem, develops into an even bigger problem in the form of an allergic reaction.I started to feel rather itchy last night after taking a newly prescribe medication. Thanks to my sister's super smart fiancee, I was able to make it through the night by taking some Benadryl. However, my itch relief did not last. I woke up this morning itching like crazy. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and I couldn't believe my eyes. I had red splotches all over my face. Then I noticed hives on my wrists and ankles. They were so bad on my left ankle that I could barely walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I arrived at the hospital, the nurse got me right into a room. I was given a shot in my hip and three different pills. I have never been so thankful to receive a shot in my life. The itching subsided quickly and most of the hives were gone within a few minutes.The doctor gave me some medications that I have to take for the next few days. But all in all, I'm feeling much better now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I was really disappointed that Dr. Kovac wasn't there to treat me...lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194062881210532235-4091489022044967533?l=ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/4091489022044967533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8194062881210532235&amp;postID=4091489022044967533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4091489022044967533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194062881210532235/posts/default/4091489022044967533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericajayneblogshere.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-medication_16.html' title='Stupid Medication'/><author><name>Erica East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894668956024954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
