<?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-6463734153342059911</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:11:58.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Starts Get Moldy.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2753383006850051315</id><published>2010-03-12T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:29:15.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed.</title><content type='html'>I'm closing up shop on Fresh Starts Get Moldy; I'm opting for something more private and closed off from others.&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog to both build friendships with others and to be able to creatively and feely express my feelings about both my life and everything in the world around me. But stupidly, I put the link to it on facebook and it's been shot to hell ever since. I know people read it from my circle of friends... I'm not dumb. And what bothers me the most is that you'd sit and talk about it and question my opinions when truthfully you don't really know me like you think you do. You really and truly don't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, and very doubtfully, I'll post on here again. But don't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want, you can check out my newer blog-&gt; &lt;a href="http://taygassfaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Something To Sleep To: Inspiring Inspiration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I'll be privately journaling and venting and brainstorming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the inconvenience guys, you've been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2753383006850051315?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2753383006850051315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2753383006850051315' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2753383006850051315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2753383006850051315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/03/closed.html' title='Closed.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-135420626526202611</id><published>2010-03-11T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:33:49.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pretty much me to a T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090114180117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 657px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090114180117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-135420626526202611?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/135420626526202611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=135420626526202611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/135420626526202611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/135420626526202611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-pretty-much-me-to-t.html' title='This is pretty much me to a T'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7873559209907738042</id><published>2010-03-04T02:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:15:21.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyways...</title><content type='html'>Today was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;I was up watching Friends and painting while eating shredded wheat and decided to stay up until 4 a.m. watching My Life As Liz and Supernatural, instead. Then I woke up after 12 to spend quite a bit painting. Did some dishes and painted some more. I finally finished season 3 of Friends and I'm looking forward to Season 4!&lt;br /&gt;Then I got ready for Church and off I went. After the service we all lagged our butts over to the greasy spoon A.K.A. Waffle House to have a 10 people party. After pie and chicken, my corner booth had plenty of good laughs. I had an AMAZING hour and 1/2 chat with the greatest guy ever and then spent a good part of this morning talking to Sasha Holley.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7873559209907738042?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7873559209907738042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7873559209907738042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7873559209907738042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7873559209907738042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyways.html' title='Anyways...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6160867705576443371</id><published>2010-03-04T02:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:02:25.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya know...</title><content type='html'>I started this blog to speak freely... not to feel suffocated by boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;Gee Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6160867705576443371?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6160867705576443371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6160867705576443371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6160867705576443371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6160867705576443371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/03/ya-know.html' title='Ya know...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1635505130194705893</id><published>2010-03-01T23:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:15:37.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R15:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pray that GOD, the source of Hope, will fill you completely with Joy and Peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. - Romans 15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1635505130194705893?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1635505130194705893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1635505130194705893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1635505130194705893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1635505130194705893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-pray-that-god-source-of-hope-will.html' title='R15:13'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7671959893933585353</id><published>2010-02-27T02:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:20:18.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Secrets</title><content type='html'>1. Being lonely is one of my biggest fears.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my ugly scars! I love the one on my right shoulder the most.&lt;br /&gt;3. I facebook stalk ex boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;4. I alphabetize my DVDs and divide my c.d.s according to gender and then into if they're burned or bought.&lt;br /&gt;5. The older I get the more I'd like to live in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;6. I occasionally like my hair when it's only been blow-dried.&lt;br /&gt;7. I play Mahjong for hours at a time every night.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm reading about 4 books right now.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I could wear nothing but leggings, converse, and oversized t-shirts in public. Too bad I everyone thinks that's tacky.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm tired of planning everything... won't someone step the crap up!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7671959893933585353?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7671959893933585353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7671959893933585353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7671959893933585353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7671959893933585353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-secrets.html' title='10 Secrets'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-38630296916960399</id><published>2010-02-27T00:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:39:56.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1443148/tumblr_kx2xp071y91qatlw5o1_500_large.jpg?1265278560"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 505px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1443148/tumblr_kx2xp071y91qatlw5o1_500_large.jpg?1265278560" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss fireflies. They're so magical and make me feel like I'm 6 again. I wish they weren't going extinct. It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out my new blog: http://taygassfaves.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-38630296916960399?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/38630296916960399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=38630296916960399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/38630296916960399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/38630296916960399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-fireflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5095995897834934290</id><published>2010-02-23T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:50:54.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Love</title><content type='html'>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;But I still love it... even for its' flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5095995897834934290?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5095995897834934290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5095995897834934290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5095995897834934290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5095995897834934290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-love.html' title='I hate Love'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7817206011755092025</id><published>2010-02-22T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:28:46.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And these children that you spit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; As they try to change their worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Are immune to your consultations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They're quite aware of what they're going through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David Bowie, Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7817206011755092025?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7817206011755092025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7817206011755092025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7817206011755092025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7817206011755092025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/bowie.html' title='Bowie'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1029759728292166193</id><published>2010-02-22T00:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:22:27.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ILYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1034214/3775010756_8b8a933ddd_large.jpg?1259013994"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 271px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1034214/3775010756_8b8a933ddd_large.jpg?1259013994" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look at the mountain. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stretching a mile high. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look at the ocean. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far as your eye can see. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And think of me. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look at the desert. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you feel like a grain of sand? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am with you wherever .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you go is where I am. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm always thinking of you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look around you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm spelling it out one by one. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you more than the sun &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the stars that I taught how to shine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are mine and you shine for me too .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you yesterday and today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and tomorrow I'll say it again and again &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh he does. He does he does! God provides the bird of the skies and the fish of the seas with an unending supply of nourishment and shelter, and yet we CONTINUE to deny his love for us. Not deny, per say, but seem to forget or look it over. We spend all our time worrying about things: Our future lives, Our family's happiness, Our bills, Our friend's drama fests, etc. We don't stop long enough to realize that not only is our worry a sin, but we're being so dumb in this act. I'm sure at the time we don't feel dumb... we in fact feel that sense of obsessive dread that seems to consume us on any given moment.&lt;br /&gt;Our first step is fully trusting him. If we break down our walls and give him the rubble, he'll take our hand and lead us out of destruction and into divine light. I'm the first person to admit I have a hard time trusting people. My fear of rejection and over-all outspoken nature make it hard for me to become friends with someone without already having a "reputation" and hence forth makes it harder to give my heart fully to anyone. But I know from experience that when I do allow myself to be honest and to feel true love for a person that I can truly say that life is good and that I am slightly paranoid. And it has been a long road to this discovery. I am just now being that girl that can open my book and, without reading all the chapters at once, give people a snippet of certain sections.&lt;br /&gt;But it can't be that restricted with God. We have to physically burn our own fairy-tale scrapbook with Sean Farris as our husband and kids with Jennifer Aniston's hair and Taylor Lautner's eyes. Only then can he began to write your love story. Your whole story. Your beautifully illustrated and bound book of Glory and significance.&lt;br /&gt;Hence forth I'm giving up. I'm tired of the worry. I'm tired of the fret. I'm tired of caring. I just want to sit in a field of lavender and daisies and wait. Just lie there and feel the breeze against my skin. To be completely and totally peaceful. Nothing can be better than that can it? I want to just let it go and be content with what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;And yet all I want is the know the answer to that ONE question I yearn for. Is it right? Am I wrong? Is the story starting with that and ending with it too? I only see myself with that for all of my days... but then I worry that I am only seeing a tiny corner piece of the 120 piece jigsaw puzzle and that it might just continue to be a pathetic feeling of WANT. Can you want something so bad that God will stop at nothing to give it to you? Or do you just wait for the feeling of desire to go away? And again, I've slipped back into that rut of worry... so no more worry.&lt;br /&gt;I will pray and sit in my field of peace and fast from, not the object of my desire, but an object I do desire daily and yearn for as soon as I wake up. I know know know it'll be hard... but I also know that when the wait is over that it will be WAY worth it. To know the answer to my question.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I will be able to get up, dust the leaves off, and frolic to the future with the ever remaining peace HE gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6463734153342059911-1029759728292166193?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1029759728292166193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1029759728292166193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1029759728292166193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1029759728292166193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/ilym.html' title='ILYM'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2955084590265426334</id><published>2010-02-20T03:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:47:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things 9</title><content type='html'>1. Long Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1372077/tumblr_kwo7frSsgE1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1264206346"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 214px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1372077/tumblr_kwo7frSsgE1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1264206346" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/986575/xpqzas_large.jpg?1258233174"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/986575/xpqzas_large.jpg?1258233174" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DUCKIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1469564/tumblr_kx3jnhPjSc1qzbq21o1_500_large.png?1265667778"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 184px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1469564/tumblr_kx3jnhPjSc1qzbq21o1_500_large.png?1265667778" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Adventureland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1390616/Adventureland1319_large.jpg?1264472573"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 174px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1390616/Adventureland1319_large.jpg?1264472573" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My thoughts exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090718133147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 273px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090718133147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Great advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090428071723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 390px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090428071723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rachel McAdams = My FAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1234297/tumblr_kvfkwe2ZIA1qa7lw0o1_400_large.png?1262192361"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 186px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1234297/tumblr_kvfkwe2ZIA1qa7lw0o1_400_large.png?1262192361" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Last Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1112575/2igbzf4.jpg_large.png?1260303652"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 173px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1112575/2igbzf4.jpg_large.png?1260303652" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Snapshots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1471769/prity9_large.jpg?1265705938"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 234px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1471769/prity9_large.jpg?1265705938" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I had to. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090308152831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 219px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090308152831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2955084590265426334?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2955084590265426334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2955084590265426334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2955084590265426334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2955084590265426334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-things-9.html' title='My Favorite Things 9'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2113057414038779039</id><published>2010-02-20T02:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:53:42.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken.</title><content type='html'>And I am here still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best.&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating.&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;There is healing.&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning&lt;br /&gt;You got inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an open book instead.&lt;br /&gt;And I still see your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for purpose.&lt;br /&gt;They're still looking for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hanging on to the words you say.&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lights on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Left me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating.&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;There is healing.&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2113057414038779039?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2113057414038779039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2113057414038779039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2113057414038779039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2113057414038779039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html' title='Broken.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2247810300416811683</id><published>2010-02-17T00:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:57:51.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxygen.</title><content type='html'>Oh me oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a GREAT day. Although I started my "4 days of working 8 hours everyday" spree today, it was definitely worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, I HATE my job. It's not so much my boss or the people I work with. It's just the environment I work in. It's dirty as mess for one thing because only 2 of us think to clean and it's so ridiculously disorganized that I get a headache every time I restock the shelves. So while talking to my dear Shelia about life and if any boys got me a Valentine and why I dyed my hair we got on the subject of moving on. I mean, I hate to start my working-life over for the reason of having to start over somewhere new, but mostly because I don't want to leave her there. She's the crazy big sister I never had. But we, as always, talked about the voice of God calling us both to leave and how we, me especially, need to follow it to greener pastures. I don't think she could be more right.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha has been on a virtue kick lately. She's been all about advice taking and imagery of the heart. It's definitely helping my sad little heart along. I mean, my heart's not sad as in I'm not depressed or such, but I'm just aching. I feel quite empty a lot. Like I'm missing some big part of the picture that is right in front of me, but when I look up it's somewhere else. I know the answers I heard Thursday night at TrueLife are REAL and very much so stirring in my heart and head at every moment of the day. I know what he wants me to do about Africa, my job, my future career, school, EVERYTHING. It's just a matter of when it's time for it. I mean, I feel deep deep, deep in my heart that school is not it right now, but I know it is in the future. I know that the school I've been aching for for so long is where I'm meant to go and that I lost sight of that because of what others wanted for me. I know what his hopes are for me and I know the desires of my heart... I just gotta get off my porch and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2247810300416811683?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2247810300416811683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2247810300416811683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2247810300416811683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2247810300416811683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/oxygen.html' title='Oxygen.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6724841476843741862</id><published>2010-02-11T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:09:57.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh NO.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and it's unacceptable. I have laundry to do, packing to get done, sleep to partake in, etc etc and CHARLESTON to go to. I'm so sad. Plus I had to call in today and I was the only one working beside my boss. I feel horrible. I just hope I won't get fired...&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6724841476843741862?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6724841476843741862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6724841476843741862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6724841476843741862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6724841476843741862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh NO.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4784080699067242625</id><published>2010-02-10T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:29:25.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think I wanna start a new blog about something specific.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas or suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4784080699067242625?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4784080699067242625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4784080699067242625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4784080699067242625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4784080699067242625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/followers.html' title='Followers!!!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5571627878130378196</id><published>2010-02-09T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:47:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things 8</title><content type='html'>1. This AMAZING Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080403011654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 249px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080403011654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Piggyback Rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/885951/tumblr_krvvvbS6Y61qzcdv7o1_500_large.jpg?1256322838"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 227px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/885951/tumblr_krvvvbS6Y61qzcdv7o1_500_large.jpg?1256322838" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God's Masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090202073812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 425px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090202073812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Afternoon Swims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090821000326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 231px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090821000326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/731523/tumblr_kpeaebo4JR1qzj00ko1_400_large_large.jpg?1253159931"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 305px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/731523/tumblr_kpeaebo4JR1qzj00ko1_400_large_large.jpg?1253159931" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Best Gal Pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1295114/zenith126_large.jpg?1263104406"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 281px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1295114/zenith126_large.jpg?1263104406" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Funky Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1135407/2699812203_7a5db3e164_large.jpg?1260676690"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 243px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1135407/2699812203_7a5db3e164_large.jpg?1260676690" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This Quirky Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1097185/tumblr_ktsl0nMeWG1qaraj7o1_500_large.jpg?1260063300"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 485px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1097185/tumblr_ktsl0nMeWG1qaraj7o1_500_large.jpg?1260063300" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Water Color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090511041214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 500px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090511041214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dreamy Rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081113114326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 175px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081113114326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5571627878130378196?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5571627878130378196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5571627878130378196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5571627878130378196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5571627878130378196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-things-8.html' title='My Favorite Things 8'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7555870886479451129</id><published>2010-02-08T13:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:39:11.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a Batman shirt last night!!! Yayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's warmer today.&lt;br /&gt;3. Only 2 days of work this week which means plenty of time to rest and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;4. CHARLESTON. 4 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm growing up and I like the view.&lt;br /&gt;6. I got the most bomb cutest watch this weekend; It screams TAYLOR.&lt;br /&gt;7. Amy Winehouse is permanently banned from the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;8. My Grandmom and Grandad visited this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm having cup-a-soup for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kell on Earth is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so excited......&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a hill and a half of dishes to wash.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a mountain of laundry to wash.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have no recent inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;4. Luke's naked again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Love's not always so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;6. Yesterday was ruined by my insecurities and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't have much of a life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;8. She might be going with us... ajdlkkejhakjlhelkhah&lt;br /&gt;9. Why don't you ever call me?&lt;br /&gt;10. I can't get my haircut until tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7555870886479451129?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7555870886479451129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7555870886479451129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7555870886479451129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7555870886479451129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-excited-1.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2156023090806788993</id><published>2010-02-05T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:20:25.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 Awesome Things is... Awesome.</title><content type='html'>"But whatever yours are, &lt;strong&gt;wherever yours are&lt;/strong&gt;, and however you got them, one thing’s for sure: your bumps and scratches are part of your life and part of your story. They’re part of your lows… and part of your glories. Yes, they’re memories of &lt;strong&gt;bad decisions &lt;/strong&gt;and reminders of good ones. And they all come together in a nicely wrapped package that we like to call… you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2156023090806788993?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2156023090806788993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2156023090806788993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2156023090806788993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2156023090806788993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/1000-awesome-things-is-awesome.html' title='1000 Awesome Things is... Awesome.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3526839671157693508</id><published>2010-02-03T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:25:15.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRY UP.</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for summer and sundresses and flip flops and shorts and rolled up jeans and the beach and swimming and rolling the windows down with my arm out and laying out and eating ice cream and planning road trips and parties and open windows and flowers and picnics and adventure and love and growing up and floral blouses and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3526839671157693508?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3526839671157693508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3526839671157693508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3526839671157693508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3526839671157693508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurry-up.html' title='HURRY UP.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1328913792162999829</id><published>2010-02-03T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:20:45.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things 7</title><content type='html'>1. Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/922308/tumblr_krw99mFAXm1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg?1257123325"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/922308/tumblr_krw99mFAXm1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg?1257123325" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1394378/3476903904_2bd3e868d9_large_large.jpg?1264522109"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 239px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1394378/3476903904_2bd3e868d9_large_large.jpg?1264522109" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BEACH WITH MY GIRLS!! 8 days!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1008920/3705406109_fcf1cb7ddb_large.jpg?1258579313"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1008920/3705406109_fcf1cb7ddb_large.jpg?1258579313" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Obnoxious skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1088994/tumblr_ktu1d5wr401qa6k20o1_500_large.jpg?1259946727"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 273px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1088994/tumblr_ktu1d5wr401qa6k20o1_500_large.jpg?1259946727" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Draco Malfoy!?!? When'd you get so SAMOKIN hot!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/891669/tumblr_kq1x54vTd01qzlfm8o1_500_large.jpg?1256442940"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 586px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/891669/tumblr_kq1x54vTd01qzlfm8o1_500_large.jpg?1256442940" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. These "so creepy they're cute" kitties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1078398/164873107_5086b2d4cd_large.jpg?1259770065"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 296px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1078398/164873107_5086b2d4cd_large.jpg?1259770065" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dress-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090315133009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 480px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090315133009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cute umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/880947/tumblr_krwh9nC79v1qzpdhzo1_400_large.jpg?1256220046"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/880947/tumblr_krwh9nC79v1qzpdhzo1_400_large.jpg?1256220046" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My Motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/783699/i66RLtlBxqzps5i7AFgO1I8qo1_400_large.jpg?1254291903"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/783699/i66RLtlBxqzps5i7AFgO1I8qo1_400_large.jpg?1254291903" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This picture. I love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs121.snc3/16840_1334579683712_1207650009_975190_3592605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs121.snc3/16840_1334579683712_1207650009_975190_3592605_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1328913792162999829?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1328913792162999829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1328913792162999829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1328913792162999829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1328913792162999829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-things-7.html' title='My Favorite Things 7'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5361554822352608323</id><published>2010-02-01T13:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:00:44.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.themomentjars.com/index.php"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; site has made me make a mental list of my own moments that are in jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Luke being born and laughing and crying from excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my dad sat me down with the whole family and told me about my Mom having cancer and how alone and small I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I remember buying my first pair of shorts since middle school and actually wearing them in public without feeling like hiding my leg in shame.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Jarred leaving for basic and being surprised at how sad I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I remember having my first real conversation with Sasha on the couches in University Hall.&lt;br /&gt;I remember hugging Chandler for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first Hillsong United concert.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I knew I loved him and how utterly terrified I was.&lt;br /&gt;I remember attempting to sew and how it was a huge failure.&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in the library with my Dad for many hours working on a rain forest report for my 7th grade science class and knowing I was important to him.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Caleb kissing my cheek for the first time in the cafeteria in front of all our friends. I had just given him my sandwich and his mouth was full.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Tyler telling me I was stupid for getting excited about the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Chandler getting pissed off at me for the fact that I never kissed him in a dark theater, but I'd kiss Caleb in front of everyone with no shame.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Caleb cheating on me and how stupid I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the notes Samantha and I would pass in History about how cute Sean and his muscles were.&lt;br /&gt;I remember tall Josh telling me he liked me and how sad he looked when I told him I didn't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Michael asking Alyssa to the 4-H dance instead of me and how badly I wanted to punch her in the face for being such a horrible friend and saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;I remember laying on Jessica's trampoline with her and Daniel and Kelly the night they FINALLY got together.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the night I sat on Jessica's bed and cried because Cordero told Ethan and her that I was a hypocritical racist girl.&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling Caleb, Robert, and Cordero about my KTS and how free I felt... but it never equaled the amount of freedom I felt when I told Sasha and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being 8 years old and getting saved.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Jarred's zipper pants and how cute he looked in them.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when the girls asked me to sit with them in the youth section.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Christina stealing my mood ring and how bitter I still am about it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Josh introducing me to William Sledd videos and how long we stayed on the phone talking about any and every thing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how much I missed Andy when he moved and how much I wish he was still that same little boy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember graduating and how glad I was that I made it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Evan kissing me during Spin the Bottle at the Football game and how grossed out I was.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Robert taking me to the fair with his family and how embarrassed I was when I screamed louder than anyone on the Ring Of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;I remember falling in the ditch by Andy's house after I had leg surgery and my mom picking me up and carrying me home.&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to Disney World with some of the greatest people I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Robert asking me out on my first date in the computer lab and Ben making a big over dramatic deal of it in front of the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to Charleston for my 19th birthday and making more memories than I can count.&lt;br /&gt;I remember going creeking with the college kids and how sore Sasha and I were the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I remember racing Nick to the Wal-Mart doors and how gleeful I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Nick and I going to Pizza Joint together and him putting way too much Parmesan cheese on his chips.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Jordan kissing me on the forehead under his mom's piano and how it changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;I remember breaking up with Cordero and how happy I was that it was over.&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming home from my grandparent's to a newly redecorated room courtesy of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Hillary telling Alyssa that I was horribly ugly and that I'd never get a boyfriend and Alyssa cussing her out for a good 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how awesome Aubry and I felt at Open House our Senior year.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Kerri being the first person to say hello to me on my first day at Grace.&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a huge crush on Adam and how grossed out Jessica was when I told her.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Sarah's flip flop breaking in front of Jonathon and how incredibly embarrassed she was.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Jarred broke up with Sasha and why we all refuse to play UNO anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I remember squeezing into a tiny booth with 10 other people at Monterey's the night before Jarred left for Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Dad buying me my promise ring.&lt;br /&gt;I remember hugging Nanny B for the last time before she died and how soft her skin was.&lt;br /&gt;I remember playing guitar for the first time and how cool I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;I remember playing football with all the boys on Christmas morning in Granny Ross's front yard.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Grandad singing Tim McGraw.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Heather and Mark bringing me McDonald's after a lazer treatment when I was very very young.&lt;br /&gt;I remember beating up Chris with Channing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how upset I was when Channing told the truth about what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing Jarred's gay voice for the first time and almost wetting my pants from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I remember hiding bathing suits with Sasha in the diaper section of Target.&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching endless crappy horror films with True Life.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Nick and Jarred praying together at Passion and how much harder it made Sasha and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Mr. Chris crying on Graduation Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Pastor Bill sending me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the multiple trips to visit Sasha's dog and finally bringing him home.&lt;br /&gt;I remember never ending sing alongs in Sasha's car on the way to either Target or the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the memories... and I pray they never fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5361554822352608323?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5361554822352608323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5361554822352608323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5361554822352608323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5361554822352608323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-site-has-made-me-make-mental-list.html' title='Jars.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3416744243206050817</id><published>2010-02-01T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:48:28.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Feb 1st...</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning the writing of my 100 Things To Do Before I Die.&lt;br /&gt;The show "The Buried Life" has made a lot of us True Lifers decide to make one and so here I am. I have only gotten to 20, but I got a feeling it's gonna be great :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/blifecast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 292px;" src="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/blifecast1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-3416744243206050817?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3416744243206050817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3416744243206050817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3416744243206050817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3416744243206050817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-feb-1st.html' title='Today, Feb 1st...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-560802773824489690</id><published>2010-01-21T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:41:18.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>Good grief it's been a month!&lt;br /&gt;As of lately I've been working, working, going to church, and working. I'm taking the semester off to "find myself". Cliche, yes. Necessary, definitely. I have literally wasted the past year and a half of my life in school. I've wasted money, time, and energy that could have been spent doing something more effective. I want to quit my job and get another one, I want a real phone, I want to get my license and soon after a car, I want to see my dreams and goals come true. I want to live and live fully for his glory and mine. I just want a real change in my life and I want to see it soon.&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone is at school or in the library or in the JSAC I want to be out volunteering or driving or meeting new people. I want to become the person I want to be. I'm tired of limiting myself and saying 'this thing is someone else's favorite thing so I'm gonna leave it to them and let them do it'. I want to branch out and experience new things whether someone I know has done it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've been up to is planning ahead. I'm saving money for N.Y.C.! I'm going for Thanksgiving this year with some extended family members of mine and I'm SUPER DUPER excited! As well as going to New York, I'm going to New Orleans this summer with the youth to build houses and teach VBS to children. I can't tell you how incredibly psyched I am. It's my first real mission trip and I intend to make it the best!&lt;br /&gt;TrueLife is going as well as it can right now. We're moving it to Thurs at 7 and we're changing it's location back to the youth suite. It's all trial and error, but it should turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;As far as boys go, I'm not too interested right now. I mean, love is lovely. But I have finally come to peace with my flesh and have realized that I don't need, nor do I want to date anyone until I find what I want to do with my life, as well as get them accomplished. Boys can wait. I have a date with God right now.&lt;br /&gt;Until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-560802773824489690?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/560802773824489690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=560802773824489690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/560802773824489690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/560802773824489690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8446896075430577093</id><published>2009-12-18T11:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:15:04.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Thursday Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs115.snc3/16250_1316004979356_1207650009_921978_1636840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs115.snc3/16250_1316004979356_1207650009_921978_1636840_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, is the greatest boy EVER. We have been planning for forever to get each other something for Christmas and I was having a gosh awful time trying to decide what to get him. Every time I thought I had in my mind what I wanted to get him I changed it to something else. So I finally got him some mochasin/houseshoe things he'd been dying to have, a personalized Ga tote from my work, a Ga ski band, and I hand-made him a coupon book.&lt;br /&gt;So finally Thursday came; the day we were going to go to dinner and exchange gifts. I had a long shift ahead of me: 10-5 and boy was it RIDICULOUS. First he texted me and asked me if I had any other plans that day and of course I didn't. I just figured he wanted to hang out after dinner so it was whatever in my mind. Then he came to pick me up and we were off. We ran by my house to get his gift and then I got back in his truck so we could decide where to eat. He said he didn't care where we ate as long as it didn't take too long. At that point I kinda thought something was up... but knowing Nick I just thought he didn't want to be at a restaurant for 5 hours. So after him begging me to open his gift, I did. Oh boy I did.&lt;br /&gt;First I saw my favorite Danish cookies and was already excited. Then the fantasticness kept coming. I saw a Batman and Joker action figures set, Batman COMIC BOOKS, Princess pencils, a Giraffe figurine, my favorite Hershey's cookies and creme candy bar, and then at the very very bottom, I found New Moon Movie tickets. I was pretty much on the verge of tears prior to seeing the tickets and by then I was doing everything to keep them back... Batman makes me cry. haha. So he opened his after and he loved everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate at Applebees and I called my mom to tell her about the movie at which point she asked me if Nick proposed and gave me the rock because of my excitedment level, and ran to the movie theater. He always told me to close my eyes when Shirtless Jacob Black came on and said Bella was being "a bit of a ho because she kept switching boys". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I went with him because his eye rolls about the boys and Bella's crappy mood swings were hilarious. Plus it's Nick and a mud puddle can be enjoyable with him.&lt;br /&gt;Best Thursday Ever. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say, I'll never doubt his listening to me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8446896075430577093?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8446896075430577093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8446896075430577093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8446896075430577093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8446896075430577093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-thursday-ever.html' title='The Greatest Thursday Ever!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2492530752265908678</id><published>2009-12-10T22:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:32:13.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/692809/tumblr_kpfbe89Eit1qzzy1qo1_500_large.png?1252130329"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 407px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/692809/tumblr_kpfbe89Eit1qzzy1qo1_500_large.png?1252130329" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I love about you:&lt;br /&gt;- Your adorable snickering laugh.&lt;br /&gt;- The way you walk when you impersonate me.&lt;br /&gt;- The way we talk to each other in church with our elbows.&lt;br /&gt;- How your eyes light up when you get excited.&lt;br /&gt;- Your fantastic aspirations for your life.&lt;br /&gt;- Your hand gestures.&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that you don't give me one-armed hugs.&lt;br /&gt;- You go out of your way to say bye to me when we're all parting ways.&lt;br /&gt;- You frequently race me to the Wal-Mart door.&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that when I walk up and we link arms you hold it properly, unlike most boys who walk with it down by their side.&lt;br /&gt;- Our hilarious inside jokes that no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;- How you know exactly what to order for me; Sauce and all.&lt;br /&gt;- Your ridiculous dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;- How you laugh at yourself when you do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Your obsession with yoo-hoos and sour patch kids.&lt;br /&gt;- You're the only boy I'm completely comfortable talking about my KTS with.&lt;br /&gt;- How well you get along with my family.&lt;br /&gt;- That you went home and downloaded our songs and play them every time we're together.&lt;br /&gt;- You open my door for me.&lt;br /&gt;- You like my socks.&lt;br /&gt;- We always laugh at the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like about you:&lt;br /&gt;- We're not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions?&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2492530752265908678?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2492530752265908678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2492530752265908678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2492530752265908678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2492530752265908678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/um.html' title='Um.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3935981677083435066</id><published>2009-12-10T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:06:24.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity.</title><content type='html'>GLEE is ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dBW4pViRTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dBW4pViRTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3935981677083435066?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3935981677083435066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3935981677083435066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3935981677083435066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3935981677083435066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4073545778629720843</id><published>2009-12-09T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:00:00.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things 6</title><content type='html'>1. You were once wild... dont' let them tame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/769223/tumblr_kp0wecfUTA1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254015843"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/769223/tumblr_kp0wecfUTA1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254015843" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/783573/tumblr_kooiae17io1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254290387"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/783573/tumblr_kooiae17io1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254290387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hootish Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/779900/i66RLtlBxp212nedHd65d9Cao1_400_large.jpg?1254225992"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/779900/i66RLtlBxp212nedHd65d9Cao1_400_large.jpg?1254225992" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This cozy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1005302/2093990122_37174bf1e1_large.jpg?1258515331"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1005302/2093990122_37174bf1e1_large.jpg?1258515331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tea Parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090614013604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090614013604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shoes with witty sayings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090313055639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090313055639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. GABE ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090504100010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 700px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090504100010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jasmine and Aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/971293/tumblr_ksygn9sVRU1qa7ajjo1_500_large.jpg?1257976134"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/971293/tumblr_ksygn9sVRU1qa7ajjo1_500_large.jpg?1257976134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The blunt truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1116922/tumblr_kuc7x4WOF21qzz3tno1_500_large.png?1260377697"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 477px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1116922/tumblr_kuc7x4WOF21qzz3tno1_500_large.png?1260377697" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This crazy chrochet bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1114613/yarn-Bomb8_380_714644a_large_large.jpg?1260331145"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1114613/yarn-Bomb8_380_714644a_large_large.jpg?1260331145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4073545778629720843?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4073545778629720843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4073545778629720843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4073545778629720843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4073545778629720843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-things-6.html' title='Favorite Things 6'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8360812401967784021</id><published>2009-12-07T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:03:34.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1043314/3762054619_0dbbbba38b_large.jpg?1259171582"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1043314/3762054619_0dbbbba38b_large.jpg?1259171582" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds Like:&lt;br /&gt;- Degrassi Reruns&lt;br /&gt;- Freestanding Fans&lt;br /&gt;- Keyboard Typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks Like:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm Calling In&lt;br /&gt;- Twinkling Lights&lt;br /&gt;- Thick Quilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells Like:&lt;br /&gt;- Doritos&lt;br /&gt;- Warm Vanilla Sugar&lt;br /&gt;- Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels Like:&lt;br /&gt;- Knit Socks&lt;br /&gt;- Magic&lt;br /&gt;- Cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8360812401967784021?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8360812401967784021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8360812401967784021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8360812401967784021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8360812401967784021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4773510238207918795</id><published>2009-12-07T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:28:52.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?!?</title><content type='html'>I'm writing a book!&lt;br /&gt;I started brainstorming Saturday Night and wrote my characterizations last night. Every character is based on someone I know and I'm too excited to see where the wind blows them.&lt;br /&gt;#1 on list here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4773510238207918795?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4773510238207918795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4773510238207918795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4773510238207918795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4773510238207918795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?!?'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6792104561505135901</id><published>2009-12-04T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:24:36.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JLzCkCXHow/SxkT98ZBifI/AAAAAAAAD00/wMkFaeEz2fU/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JLzCkCXHow/SxkT98ZBifI/AAAAAAAAD00/wMkFaeEz2fU/s1600/cute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy December!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy busy past couple of weeks. Between working, church stuff, friend time, etc., it's been hard getting on here.&lt;br /&gt;First on the plate is the fact that I'm taking a semester off and then transferring to a new school. ASU is NOT the place for me to say the least and I'm completely miserable being there. The only thing that kept me going to school was the hopes of passing math and my lunch hour with my 2 favorite girls. And while I passed my class and I have my final next week, I can't see myself caring enough about the school to go back again. So I'm going to a technical school to do Lord knows what. I'm still thinking it over.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the fact that our college pastor is leaving us to go to another church to be a youth pastor. So TrueLife will have full creative ministry rein over ourselves... I'M SO EXCITED. I can't begin to tell you. We can finally have our voices heard and be able to take credit for our own hard work. It's going to be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a long list of things I want to do the next couple of months to my room. It's kinda a surprise to all and I'm not sharing any details yet.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a long list of books I want to read beginning with The Chronicles of Narnia. My friend Andrew kinda convinced me over a plate of hash browns and a glass of water at Waffle House to read them. I'm going to take him up on his offer.&lt;br /&gt;I have a super fab holiday party at my house coming up. The kids are coming over for fondue and gift exchanges. I'm so excited... plus the dress I'm getting for the occasion is pretty fab.&lt;br /&gt;I wish next Friday was here just so I can get my big honkin check. It's going to be BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm moving on, changing things, and becoming a new woman and I can't begin to describe how awesome it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-6792104561505135901?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6792104561505135901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6792104561505135901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6792104561505135901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6792104561505135901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JLzCkCXHow/SxkT98ZBifI/AAAAAAAAD00/wMkFaeEz2fU/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3034418944402089377</id><published>2009-12-02T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:44:36.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why.</title><content type='html'>"Staring at the blank screen on my phone in hopes you may text or call has driven me to my breaking point. I need to step back an catch my breath. But first you must give me back my heart which you ripped out of my chest that Friday night. I will not allow myself to be there for you, only to have you say and do horrible things to me. However after all of this and the pain you put me through why do I still love you?"&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/923844/z192704982_large.jpg?1257151552"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/923844/z192704982_large.jpg?1257151552" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be back tonight for a full update and posting.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3034418944402089377?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3034418944402089377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3034418944402089377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3034418944402089377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3034418944402089377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='Why.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8140392728264974674</id><published>2009-11-26T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:50:56.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>First off, sorry for being absent these past few days. It's been rough and I've been EXHAUSTED from working, so I needed some well deserved me time. I never realized how crazy Christmas shoppers were until this year. I mean, I've worked at a toy store for 2 years now, but they've never been this insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for these ladies. If it wasn't for them and their unending friendship, I don't know where I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs058.snc3/14535_1284599514239_1207650009_839514_3206307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 262px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs058.snc3/14535_1284599514239_1207650009_839514_3206307_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for nights like these that I never want to end. The nights where the catch phrase circle is awkwardly shaped because there's so many people in Gabe's living room that they have to sit on the floor and on stools just to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs237.snc1/8435_1267855375646_1207650009_790179_6506973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 266px;" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs237.snc1/8435_1267855375646_1207650009_790179_6506973_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my crazy family. We have a lot of fights, but we love each other and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs183.snc1/6090_1194939152786_1207650009_553483_6605381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 323px;" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs183.snc1/6090_1194939152786_1207650009_553483_6605381_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful for the coming season, Self-expression, Love, God, Crunchy Leaves, My Mom's Chalkboard sign, Wind blowing through my hair, Music, Paint, Scarves... Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8140392728264974674?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8140392728264974674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8140392728264974674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8140392728264974674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8140392728264974674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3963957006695698563</id><published>2009-11-21T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:20:18.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've become that girl.</title><content type='html'>The girl that I make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;The girl that I say, "Wow I'm glad I'm not her", when I watch Chick Flicks.&lt;br /&gt;The girl that cries for her friends when this happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;But it never happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;But now it has.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl...&lt;br /&gt;that falls in love with the best friend she'll never have. No matter how much it hurts, how much she wants it to happen, it never will. And there's nothing she can do about it. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how much I hurt and how much I feel my heart break when we touch hands and when we dance in the car. No matter how much he tells me he's never met anyone like me and that I surprise him with something new all the time. No matter how much time we spend together laughing about the most mundane things. No matter how many times I've had the talk with him trying to figure it out. No matter how excited I get when I know I'll see him at church. No matter how I can recite just about every evening we spend together. No matter how many times we've cried from laughing. No matter how much my family loves him and he loves my family. No matter how many times I've cried myself to sleep because I know it'll never happen and yet everyone and myself still hold onto hope. It'll never happen. Never. He likes someone else and always will. I'll never be that other girl... at least not the girl that gets the boy that someone else wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3963957006695698563?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3963957006695698563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3963957006695698563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3963957006695698563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3963957006695698563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-become-that-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve become that girl.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2144483037390023414</id><published>2009-11-19T10:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:33:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still.</title><content type='html'>You guys should really listen to this song, as well as Everlasting, on my playlist. They're the most awesome songs and right now they're the only thing I'm hanging onto. I love my Lord and I KNOW he's here with me through everything that's going on and he's going to lead me out on peaceful waters. I just need to stop sitting in the watering hole and stand up and say that I'm not going to take it anymore and walk away from all the crap that Satan has dumped on me. Everything will work itself out in the end for the better. The much better. The much betterness than I ever could have imagined. Africa, Sasha, Nick, My Job, School, My KTS, My relationship with my Mom... It's all going to work out. If I at least try and put as much work into it as God does it'll all be, well, BETTER. I can't take sitting around and waiting for God to strike a lightening bolt in my front yard that says, "Ok, you got your sign, go do something." No, I'm going to start doing something today. Living positively and happily through My Lord. I'm so excited :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar.&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with you above the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Father you are king over the flood.&lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know you are God.&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul.&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone.&lt;br /&gt;Know his power.&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2144483037390023414?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2144483037390023414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2144483037390023414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2144483037390023414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2144483037390023414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/still.html' title='Still.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8495621722041773067</id><published>2009-11-18T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:39:17.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.</title><content type='html'>Everything's been kinda poopy lately. I'm back in a small and managable rut and I need to start getting myself out of it before it gets worse. I'm still trying to figure out school and if I want to be apart of it. Then I'm trying to find somewhere in the church to serve and it's not exactly working out. I'd love to work with the youth, but I don't want people to think that I'm there just because Nick is or that I'm there to cause trouble [let's face it, I wasn't an angel in high school] and that's not something that I want to deal with. I still thrive for Africa, but my parents have made it clear that that's not going to happen anytime soon. My KTS seems to be getting worse and I can't do anything to stop it... I eventually knew it'd start to take over my life. I just didn't think it would be this soon. Friendships are in the dumps and I feel like I only have 2 real relationships right now. I NEED to stop spending so much and save for New York, but I've gotten acustomed to spending like a mad woman that it's going to be hard. Then I gotta lose some weight. That's just a given for all people. But I'll be fine. I'll get through. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanweeds.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been a huge source of fashion inspiration to me lately. They always look so cute and so well put together it makes me want to go vintage shopping and ripping through their closets with jealousy. Even the boys dress cutely :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanweeds.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-nw-davis.html"&gt;#1 Fave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanweeds.blogspot.com/2009/11/designer-janeane-marie.html"&gt;#2 Fave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll check it out and like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8495621722041773067?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8495621722041773067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8495621722041773067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8495621722041773067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8495621722041773067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/lately.html' title='Lately.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-192440293994488794</id><published>2009-11-17T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:43:18.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly Honesty.</title><content type='html'>At this point, I could care less what happens. I've fought and said most of what was needed to be said and you were the one that shut down this time. I tried to go out of my defense mechanism and not shut down, but you took care of it for me. Now that I know how it feels to be in the middle of important points to be blatantly ignored, it makes me mad for doing that to anyone... so thanks for that much.&lt;br /&gt;My issue is that you wish to act like nothing's wrong in front of everyone and try to stay as far away from me without it looking completely obvious... but then you skip out on important traditions, like lunch with Kerri and I, because you don't want it to be less that 7 people with us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad for anything I said. None of it. It was the truth and it needed to come out. And if I hurt you, then I'm sorry for that, but not for the facts being stated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of letting you walk all over me and letting you say the cheap-hit things you say to me. You might say that you didn't mean what you said, but you did at the time, and you KNOW it. Don't lie to the girl that did the same thing all through out high school and then tried to pull it off like it meant something else because, dear, it didn't. You know what you were saying the moment you were saying it... honesty has a way of making itself known at the most inopportune times.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk about "him" with you anymore unless you bring him up because I'm tired of you talking about your "him" every 30 minutes and how you're having issues with both of the "him"s in your life.  And since that drives me nuts, I don't like to be a hypocrite and talk about all the real issues going on, so I lie and act like nothing's going on. I really could care less these days what you do with either of those boys. As long as you make the right decision for you then let it be because I'm done trying to help you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything else to say other than this whole situation could have been handled much better. Much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-192440293994488794?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/192440293994488794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=192440293994488794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/192440293994488794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/192440293994488794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly-honesty.html' title='Honestly Honesty.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1753177547544886755</id><published>2009-11-16T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:48:49.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays are the best days.</title><content type='html'>Saturday was so much fun. I don't think I've had that great of a time in a while. I had an intense 5 hour shift that was full of wrapping and crazy customers and their coupons trying to get as many deals as they could. To say it was hectic would be an understatement. Then it was on to cash my check... but when I got to walmart to do so, I had forgotten my I.D. at home. Then it was on to the house to get it. Needless to say I found it in the glove box. I never claimed to be a genius. So by that point my dad just gave me the cash amount for it and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to see Time Traveler's, but it left the theaters on Thursday and I was pretty mad to say the least. So we decided to see Something About Steve instead. Then I was told how bad the movie was... so we just decided to skip out on the movie. So we went straight to the antique store and poked around. The only thing I found that I wanted [and could possibly afford-that place was ridiculously overpriced] was a batman key chain. haha. I'm a dork. So instead of that, I bought my mom a spoon holder that she wanted and let that be her birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;By that time I wanted nothing more than to skip Goodwill and go eat considering I hadn't ate anything since about 11 that morning and all it was was a Nutrigrain bar. But we didn't and I'm glad that we went. I got Blue Crush and Love Actually on DVD for $3 a piece!! What a deal. Then we FINALLY ate. Panera Bread is my heart and always will be. My mom and I then tried a couple of their pastries and then I walked down the sidewalk to get a coffee, but it ended up tasting awful and I was mad.&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was Target, where I was shopping like crazy between calls from Nick telling me to come home so I could go down the street to our friend's house and help them unpack and hangout and trying to keep up with my mom. I got the CUTEST brown owl candle as well as one of those soother candles. I also got a t-shirt and a cute tank/blouse that I'll double as a dress. I also got some more of my obsession- $1 socks. And to top it off I got the A Rocket To The Moon c.d. My weekend was made.&lt;br /&gt;So after all that craziness, I called Nick and went over to our friend's Sally and Andrew's house. They just got a "real" house and it just happens to be down the road from us, which is a huge convenience. I arrived, got a tour, ate some cheesecake, saw a roach, watch Sally and Andrew kill the roach, checked Nick's arm to make sure my clenching marks didn't leave permanent damage, sat on the couch and looked at art, tickled Nick, chased Nick around, laughed a lot, talked about ripping down the fake plastic "stained glass" on their front windows, discussed what would happen to me if I walked home alone at 10 at night, got in Nick's truck, and made my way home. He came in for a bit and hung out and then went on his way home. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got up and skipped church. Nick came over soon after they got out and brought Moe's for us to eat. We hung out and my parents came home from getting groceries and hung out with us until he had to go to the leadership meeting... that of which he was late to. I showered and went to church. Afterwards we all went to Sally and Andrews and ate and started watching Count of Monty Cristo until it was skipping and I demanded we watch something else. So we watched A Nightmare Before Christmas instead. Haha. I fell asleep and Nick took me home.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was a success.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1753177547544886755?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1753177547544886755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1753177547544886755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1753177547544886755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1753177547544886755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturdays-are-best-days.html' title='Saturdays are the best days.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5013517903433292567</id><published>2009-11-16T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:04:31.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things 6</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/790259/talula14_large.jpg?1254421330"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/790259/talula14_large.jpg?1254421330" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/832844/tumblr_kpufevHYKW1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg?1255260305"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 280px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/832844/tumblr_kpufevHYKW1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg?1255260305" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081110115211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081110115211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/911591/orange-11_large.jpg?1256916359"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 422px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/911591/orange-11_large.jpg?1256916359" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/847257/stsl02-finding-nirvana-0910_large.jpg?1255533888"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 544px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/847257/stsl02-finding-nirvana-0910_large.jpg?1255533888" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090105154711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 607px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090105154711.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090208141406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090208141406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/952911/gritty-jon-hamm_large.jpg?1257689540"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/952911/gritty-jon-hamm_large.jpg?1257689540" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/996205/3249712287_78d0895cf6_large.jpg?1258374710"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/996205/3249712287_78d0895cf6_large.jpg?1258374710" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/852145/img0002qmi_large.jpg?1255621396"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/852145/img0002qmi_large.jpg?1255621396" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5013517903433292567?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5013517903433292567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5013517903433292567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5013517903433292567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5013517903433292567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-6.html' title='Favorite Things 6'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4954925208461137987</id><published>2009-11-13T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:19:22.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have a crazy packed weekend, but I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I have tonight with the family and then tom morning I work. I have hopes of going to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452694/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; with my mother and then dinner after.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still heavily weighing on how to design my room. I thought I had it all figured out... but with me and how my mind is always changing about these things, it changed. I wanted yellow walls and blue accents... well yeah. Plain ain't it? So then I got a GREAT idea. Why not draw inspiration from my favorite movie: Marie Antoinette?? Pastels and florals and fun fun fun?? Sounds like an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Today is PAYDAY. Holla!!! I want to dig through Goodwill so badly this weekend. Maybe I can convince my mom to do it with me tom. :]&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been trying to sort my life out and get everything figured out. I've gone through all the motions and I'm still stuck. Sometimes I sit and try to pinpoint the part where I got off-track and lost my footing on the path I'm supposed to be going down. But then I just think about how God will always get you back on the road you fell from, and all is well. I've been reevaluating friendships as well and I'm so tired of keeping my feelings to myself. I can be a jerk, but to my friends I try and keep my mouth shut when it comes to how I feel, esspecially about certain situations. And honestly, I'm tired of it. I won't be silent anymore. I'm tired of it. But just say a little prayer for me and that I'll get everything in order and decided before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4954925208461137987?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4954925208461137987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4954925208461137987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4954925208461137987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4954925208461137987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/woot.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4870368337365035941</id><published>2009-11-13T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:29:31.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/111/l_26f229a21d3321f4476e3cdfc26b926f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/111/l_26f229a21d3321f4476e3cdfc26b926f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear and adorable baby brother turns 3 today!! It's so exciting, but so sad. He's growing up so fast it's insane. He makes ME feel old. I was 16 when he was born and it was one of the happier days of my life... right up there with when I got my braces off. Haha. Just kidding. It was more important than that.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be a crazy day. I'm going home and then Dad's coming home. We're all going to eat and then taking him to Monkey Joe's [LORD HELP ME NOW]. Then it's home for cake and presents. My parents got him "Up" and a nerf gun. And I am getting him a Mr. Potatohead and Mrs. Potatohead magnetic dressup, as well as a little airplane and some little play animals.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little trip down memory lane. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_fd59c88b60284a3e38229be196814cc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 503px" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_fd59c88b60284a3e38229be196814cc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_c05abebde2dc16e3178c73b5c8d5fe89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 513px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_c05abebde2dc16e3178c73b5c8d5fe89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first Pumpkin Patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_3b67c64fb6536a191e16fa1a39c03f7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_3b67c64fb6536a191e16fa1a39c03f7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/11/l_986cfdf6d682951826945a93e5e960c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 570px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/11/l_986cfdf6d682951826945a93e5e960c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Grandmom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/127/l_ef1ce74f08bdb8ab45d86a7d6274d62c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/127/l_ef1ce74f08bdb8ab45d86a7d6274d62c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_4fd8298b527c97c5ce6fc093700a103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_4fd8298b527c97c5ce6fc093700a103a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_e8c568b37da1cc224f14a68e5adbc9bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_e8c568b37da1cc224f14a68e5adbc9bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/43/l_682cdd3cb01f121f6862d331b471a7c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/43/l_682cdd3cb01f121f6862d331b471a7c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't he a cutie?? Happy Birffday Luke! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4870368337365035941?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4870368337365035941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4870368337365035941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4870368337365035941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4870368337365035941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/three.html' title='Three.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1403591261116306723</id><published>2009-11-11T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:57:39.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need.</title><content type='html'>I need to finish my draft about the Boys Like Girls concert.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop spending spending spending.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make my final decisions on what my room with be decorated like.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make some changes.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stick to a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I need more hours at work.&lt;br /&gt;I need to paint more.&lt;br /&gt;I need to crosstitch my picture.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start saying no more often.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my bed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;I need more jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I need knee-high socks to wear with my boots.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to tie-dye rosies and get me some bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my hair trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch The Time Traveler's Wife.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy more books to read.&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I need a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1403591261116306723?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1403591261116306723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1403591261116306723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1403591261116306723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1403591261116306723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need.html' title='I Need.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1033539746743384718</id><published>2009-11-10T11:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:58:05.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things 5</title><content type='html'>1. Lauren Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/917381/3215257823_0a863b30d1_large.jpg?1257023351"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/917381/3215257823_0a863b30d1_large.jpg?1257023351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/893874/2908857.bfbeacb1.560_large.jpg?1256496025"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 509px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/893874/2908857.bfbeacb1.560_large.jpg?1256496025" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090816210831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 480px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090816210831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brass Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090118130959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 446px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090118130959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nikon Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090807040207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090807040207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Plaid Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090817093241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090817093241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teen Angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/915683/28_large.jpg?1257004389"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/915683/28_large.jpg?1257004389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/913686/tumblr_ksay1vhh9E1qa36g1o1_400_large.jpg?1256954612"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/913686/tumblr_ksay1vhh9E1qa36g1o1_400_large.jpg?1256954612" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Free-Fallin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/929602/3681765412_ab52df8a83_large.jpg?1257256890"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/929602/3681765412_ab52df8a83_large.jpg?1257256890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Beatle's Mustaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/964584/tumblr_ksutabosPF1qa11hmo1_500_large.jpg?1257869974"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 410px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/964584/tumblr_ksutabosPF1qa11hmo1_500_large.jpg?1257869974" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE MOST BOMBEST CONCERT SHOT... It's bomb because I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksutw01vZK1qzn1jeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 536px" alt="" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksutw01vZK1qzn1jeo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1033539746743384718?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1033539746743384718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1033539746743384718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1033539746743384718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1033539746743384718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-5.html' title='Favorite Things 5'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1872215262190688560</id><published>2009-11-06T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:58:04.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Before I Turn 20 Update.</title><content type='html'>September 29th I posted &lt;a href="http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/list.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; list of things to do before I turned 20. I come to you now with UPDATES!!! Woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a Book: I still haven't officially started writing it. Truth be told, I kinda forgot about it. But starting today I'm going to make a list of things that I would like to write about. Promise&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to Hula-Hoop: Am I really THAT ambitious?? Lord help my hips because I have GOT to learn this. But I'll proably wait until spring to do this seeing as the hoops are scarse.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Back in Shape: Did I mention ambitious?? I think I'm avoiding this one until January for the fact of Thanksgiving being near and Christmas following soon. But after watching the Tyra Show the other day, I think I know what I'll be doing. Thanks T. Banks!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Collect as many giraffe figurines as possible: They're getting there. Slowly but steadily they're accumulating on my dresser.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit somewhere new: I hope to achieve this one in Charleston when I visit a new store or area of the town while there with the girls in a few weeks. CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Another road trip to anywhere: Did I mention Atl this weekend?? Did I mention Charleston??&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy a large canvas and paint splatter all over it: AHHH. I crave to do this so so much before it gets colder. I just haven't been able to make it to the craft store to spend $17137136 to buy one... I've been saving.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to a concert: 2DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. Lay in a field of daisies: Springtime is not soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;s&gt;Fall in love with something&lt;/s&gt;: Sparrows and Masks=LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a new hobby: I'm working towards crosstitching and knitting. I'm so excited :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Print all the photographs I have from years ago that are still on my computer: Does anyone seriously think this has been achieved yet?? Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;s&gt;Get a great guy best friend&lt;/s&gt;: Check- Nick Snellings.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;s&gt;Get over my addiction to sunflower seeds&lt;/s&gt;: OHH yeahhh I'm cured.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sell more shirts: Insert sad face. :[&lt;br /&gt;16. Become someone's inspiration: I'm not sure if this has occured yet. If it has, I wish I'd be told.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;s&gt;Trust God more&lt;/s&gt;: DOUBLE CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;s&gt;Change my man-eating ways&lt;/s&gt;: I'm so proud of myself. :]&lt;br /&gt;19. Learn how to cook: With the holidays coming up, there's no excuse as to why I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1872215262190688560?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1872215262190688560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1872215262190688560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1872215262190688560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1872215262190688560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/19-before-i-turn-20-update.html' title='19 Before I Turn 20 Update.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2431390352542730218</id><published>2009-11-05T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:23:54.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Offering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joshua 1:7-9; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-5859"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-5860"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-5861"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;This has been a bit of a life verse for me these past few days. Ever since our pastor read it Sunday, I can't get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year I felt called to be a missionary. Not just any missionary, might I add. A missionary whose field is in the wild and scary Africa. I have always felt a small part of me missing. Like a hunger for something more than Augusta, Ga. Something more than America. Something big and life changing. Well congratulations Taylor!! You found it. Sitting in Borders book store at a Bible study I finally admitted to some close friends of mine that I wanted to go and would go at that very moment with nothing but the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. I was ready and on fire and excited... until I told my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're thinking: Lions and Tigers and Bears... OH MY. Trust me, my mother feels the same way. But I take all this this way: It's not like I woke up on a Tuesday morning and was like, "Man oh Man I'm so bored... I think I'll tell my parents I'm desiring to go to Africa. Yeahhh. That'll knock their socks off FER SUREE." Right. But I told my mom about it. Her first reaction was that I wasn't mature enough and that I was too young and I'm sure she probably brought up a disease or 50 that I could get from there.&lt;br /&gt;So I put it in the back of my mind and left it there. Summer passed and school started and I didn't bring it back up. Enter Nick and his calling to ministry. He has felt lead to be in the minstry since he was 18 but suppressed it as well. He's been on the slow road to retelling people and making an effort to do something about it. His journey has been very inspirational to me since we have both have problems telling our family. But thankfully for him, his parents got excited for him. And mine were excited for him... but not for me. Never for me.&lt;br /&gt;I understand mine is a bit more out of the "safe-route" loop. But seriously?? If my grandmom is excited, shouldn't my parents, whom of which created me, be a little bit more supportive? It was more than hard to sit in the same room as Nick and my mom while they were talking about his hopes of joining AmeriCorp and living in freakin California and how excited that sounded and how she wished I would do something like that instead of going to Africa. It really hurt. It still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this journey I'm about to take to get me there is going to teach me a lot about myself; the me that I never knew. The strong, independent, passionate, determined me. I dream constantly about going there for months on end and coming back to tell everyone about it and how excited they all are and how pumped I am to go back and take others with me. I see myself standing in the dust and looking at the horizon with the wind blowing my hair surrounded by dry heat and seeing the sun setting. I see small children that I'll hug and high five and give shoes to. I see giraffes and zebras and safaris. I see it all and I want it all. And I will have it. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081109204816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 333px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081109204816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223091955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 339px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223091955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/690424/3455754089_2a72e7a044_large.jpg?1252072916"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 331px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/690424/3455754089_2a72e7a044_large.jpg?1252072916" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223091608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 300px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223091608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090102154829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 254px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090102154829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2431390352542730218?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2431390352542730218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2431390352542730218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2431390352542730218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2431390352542730218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-my-offering.html' title='This Is My Offering.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1449593751036451564</id><published>2009-11-04T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:19:32.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>I came across this survey on a beloved blog and have decided to fill it out, as well as tag some people. I tag: Sasha of SashaDanielle; Heather of Homestead Wares; and Courtney of Green and Pretty. I hope you have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;To the left, to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair:&lt;br /&gt;Straight, wind-tangled with bangs clipped back; the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother:&lt;br /&gt;Is at home in bed asleep... where I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father:&lt;br /&gt;Is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;Pasta and Mexican. Don't forget Panera and chinese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream from last night:&lt;br /&gt;Was dang good, and story telling worthy. If only I hadn't forgotten it by the time I got out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tea and Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal:&lt;br /&gt;Be a missionary in Africa and sell my paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in:&lt;br /&gt;ASU Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your hobby:&lt;br /&gt;Painting, Finding new music to share, Watching too much t.v., Blogging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your fear:&lt;br /&gt;DOLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you last night:&lt;br /&gt;At home watching television... and The Lord of The Rings. DON'T JUDGE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you are not:&lt;br /&gt;High-Maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Muffins:&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wish list items:&lt;br /&gt;Mac, Canvas, Giraffes, Sims 3, and a Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where did you grow up:&lt;br /&gt;Trenton, Ga/Augusta, Ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last thing you did:&lt;br /&gt;Asked the cute boy beside me if I could snag the chair near him. [I didn't really say snag. Promise.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Purple long-sleeve shirt, Black Fleece jacket, White Cami, Destroyed denim jeans, Flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV:&lt;br /&gt;Has yet to be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pets:&lt;br /&gt;Are non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your friends:&lt;br /&gt;are FAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your life:&lt;br /&gt;is crazy, but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood:&lt;br /&gt;tired and stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone:&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Vehicle:&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers for and wishes* A yellow Jeep Wrangler or a Blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your favorite store:&lt;br /&gt;Rue 21 and Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When’s the last time you laughed:&lt;br /&gt;Like 5 min. ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When’s the last time you cried:&lt;br /&gt;Last night watching The Patriot. That Susan speaking to Benjamin scene gets me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your best friend:&lt;br /&gt;is in class. BOOOOO for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. One place you go over and over:&lt;br /&gt;Google, Target, Walmart. The Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. One person who emails me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;Apartmenttherapy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite place to eat:&lt;br /&gt;Panera and Poblano's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where do you want to be in 6 years:&lt;br /&gt;In a loft apartment painting my days away. Preferably married, or engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1449593751036451564?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1449593751036451564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1449593751036451564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1449593751036451564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1449593751036451564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5080178503415215137</id><published>2009-11-03T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:38:28.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleece Blankets.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I hope you're having a great day so far.&lt;br /&gt;I myself have been awfully under the weather since Sunday and on the road [the slow and winding road of ridiculousness] to recovery. I woke up that morning feeling like dump and haven't gotten much better since then. Not to mention the dump feeling got dumpier last night during my last hour of work which lead to dayquil and ramen soup. Sadly no Cup o' Soup :[ My night ended with Gossip Girl and bed at 10. Yay for 12 1/2 hours of sleep!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something I did like when I woke up this morning was a backyard full of crunchy leaves. :D It's still making my day.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of DVR-ed Degrassi and scary movies to watch, not to mention dishes to dry, so peace out and I hope you all have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If this illness interferes with THE show Sunday... I'll KILL somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5080178503415215137?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5080178503415215137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5080178503415215137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5080178503415215137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5080178503415215137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/fleece-blankets.html' title='Fleece Blankets.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1227595171947024273</id><published>2009-11-03T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:27:39.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things 4</title><content type='html'>1. This Blog: http://www.feelingstitchy.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. These Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090318201933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 355px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090318201933.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This Photo Shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/887225/10_large.jpg?1256347661"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/887225/10_large.jpg?1256347661" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. These Updated Book Covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/910510/tumblr_ksbeoe1X1T1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg?1256885532"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/910510/tumblr_ksbeoe1X1T1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg?1256885532" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/910509/tumblr_ksbeo5iT0P1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg?1256885531"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/910509/tumblr_ksbeo5iT0P1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg?1256885531" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/874486/big_large.jpg?1256070923"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 404px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/874486/big_large.jpg?1256070923" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This Catchy Artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080331191404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 500px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080331191404.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090413002443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 373px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090413002443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090623192030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 600px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090623192030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/883514/tumblr_krack1qd0k1qzudy5o1_400_large.jpg?1256263864"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/883514/tumblr_krack1qd0k1qzudy5o1_400_large.jpg?1256263864" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. These Bouquets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/900424/2868464373_4b885cbc16_large.jpg?1256684935"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/900424/2868464373_4b885cbc16_large.jpg?1256684935" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. These Leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/911593/fall1_large.jpg?1256916365"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/911593/fall1_large.jpg?1256916365" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photos: weheartit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1227595171947024273?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1227595171947024273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1227595171947024273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1227595171947024273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1227595171947024273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-4.html' title='Favorite Things 4'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8287745576237288326</id><published>2009-11-02T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:42:27.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Create. Destroy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/915671/tumblr_kr670e3jiN1qzb31mo1_500_large.jpg?1257004228"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/915671/tumblr_kr670e3jiN1qzb31mo1_500_large.jpg?1257004228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[weheartit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8287745576237288326?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8287745576237288326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8287745576237288326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8287745576237288326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8287745576237288326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/create-destroy.html' title='Create. Destroy.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6010992267752437963</id><published>2009-11-02T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:37:05.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update In Pictures</title><content type='html'>10-10 DAY 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6820_194773666232_635341232_4232780_3443697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6820_194773666232_635341232_4232780_3443697_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE WATER RAFTING 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13841_171928766890_594646890_3350264_8075546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13841_171928766890_594646890_3350264_8075546_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10228_1216285722096_1077430276_681207_2738697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10228_1216285722096_1077430276_681207_2738697_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171928641890_594646890_3350242_5034858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171928641890_594646890_3350242_5034858_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171928681890_594646890_3350249_4703930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171928681890_594646890_3350249_4703930_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171947396890_594646890_3350889_772831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 534px" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171947396890_594646890_3350889_772831_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171947436890_594646890_3350894_752199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13841_171947436890_594646890_3350894_752199_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6010992267752437963?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6010992267752437963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6010992267752437963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6010992267752437963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6010992267752437963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-in-pictures.html' title='An Update In Pictures'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2821859616349716236</id><published>2009-10-31T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:56:34.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope today finds you all well and happy and ready for tonight's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;I started out at 7:30 this morning with my church group collecting canned goods for Spooky 2 Be Hungry. Then at 3, TrueLife is doing a coffee mission where we hand out bags of coffee to people reminding them to set their clocks back and inviting them to our church.&lt;br /&gt;7 means PARTAHHHH. I'm going as Batgirl this year, complete with my own hand painted shirt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081103183522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 296px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081103183522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great night and a good rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2821859616349716236?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2821859616349716236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2821859616349716236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2821859616349716236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2821859616349716236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-82882454258673951</id><published>2009-10-27T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:03:52.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Obsessions.</title><content type='html'>Bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;: I first heard their new song "Fireflies" when I got it free on I-Tunes a month before it hit the radio. I really liked the lyrics and the beat. They're gonna go super far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;: Duh! They're all I talk about lately. If you don't pick up their new c.d. I'll beat you. Yeahhh. No but really, they're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;/span&gt;: Her new single "Manhattan From the Sky" is fantastic. It makes me dance and think of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Be There" by Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;: He FINALLY came out of musical hiding and released a new c.d. I can't wait to pick it up. With lyrics like this you can't help but love this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a cool breeze and the setting sun; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; New Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ears, the 4th, wrapped into one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make me want to be someone that you could look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Down" by Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;: It speaks for itself. Good beat. Fun lyrics. Lil' Wayne. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ignorance" by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;: One of my favorite artists of all time has wowed us all with another great single. It won't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.V. Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vampire Diaries"&lt;/span&gt;: I've read the books and love them. But I will have to admit, the show is a million times better than the books. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mad Men"&lt;/span&gt;: My parents watch this and my dad made me watch it with them one evening and I kinda fell in love with it. I mean, I won't drop what I'm doing to watch it, but it's pretty good. Plus, the fashion is ridiculously great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Supernatural"&lt;/span&gt;: I've never had the desire to watch this show- other than the fact that the boys are cute. But with encouragement from my aunt, I started watching and was pleasantly surprised. It's the right mixture of creepy and comedy... but I still watch it with a light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090613162434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090613162434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090418152155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 410px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090418152155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090813172420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 376px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090813172420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos- weheartit.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Cake&lt;/span&gt;: My mom made it today for her birthday. I expect to eat a LOT more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target's $1 sock section&lt;/span&gt;: I have a plethora of super cute ankle socks in different colors and paterns and I intend to get more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbuck's White Chocolate Mocha&lt;/span&gt;: Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-82882454258673951?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/82882454258673951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=82882454258673951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/82882454258673951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/82882454258673951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/current-obsessions.html' title='Current Obsessions.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4223491752228758076</id><published>2009-10-26T22:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:47:56.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair Waldorf!!!!</title><content type='html'>She's really getting on my nerves this season. All this confusion with her and Chuck's games and all the betrayl to Serena is really wearing me thin. Especially after tonight's episode!! Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make that known.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. She still has AMAZING clothing taste, including costume choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10322_156984272900_8811587900_2768874_7108759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10322_156984272900_8811587900_2768874_7108759_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10322_156984282900_8811587900_2768875_5053538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10322_156984282900_8811587900_2768875_5053538_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-4223491752228758076?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4223491752228758076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4223491752228758076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4223491752228758076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4223491752228758076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/blair-waldorf.html' title='Blair Waldorf!!!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5811645479157612805</id><published>2009-10-26T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:37:42.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things 3</title><content type='html'>1. Masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/895801/bookpage-10_large.jpg?1256546394"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/890272/tumblr_krpbslhGWQ1qzyrwvo1_500_large_large.jpg?1256414800"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/890272/tumblr_krpbslhGWQ1qzyrwvo1_500_large_large.jpg?1256414800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bright City Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090416023353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090416023353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cute Knit Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090418203616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090418203616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hippie Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/695538/woodstock_festival_large.jpg?1252210694"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/695538/woodstock_festival_large.jpg?1252210694" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This. The shirts are cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/844807/3993581571_23b4437260_large.jpg?1255479521"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/844807/3993581571_23b4437260_large.jpg?1255479521" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/881127/tumblr_krvqcuKScs1qzr04eo1_500_large.jpg?1256223185"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/881127/tumblr_krvqcuKScs1qzr04eo1_500_large.jpg?1256223185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/716133/girl_swing_conceptual_photography_that_girl_top_of_the_world_ma-f80cfb819d18739b34589606e8f1f09d_h_large.jpg?1252759908"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 501px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/716133/girl_swing_conceptual_photography_that_girl_top_of_the_world_ma-f80cfb819d18739b34589606e8f1f09d_h_large.jpg?1252759908" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/719267/tumblr_kpwfo8YAGN1qa2qlfo1_400_large.jpg?1252827341"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 489px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/719267/tumblr_kpwfo8YAGN1qa2qlfo1_400_large.jpg?1252827341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Intriguing alphabet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/716194/tumblr_kpbadt1lsz1qzcxafo1_500_large.jpg?1252760745"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 653px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/716194/tumblr_kpbadt1lsz1qzcxafo1_500_large.jpg?1252760745" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/819679/3986069763_222cff339a_large.jpg?1254998064"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/819679/3986069763_222cff339a_large.jpg?1254998064" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090801004406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 477px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090801004406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Concert Stills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090818233900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090818233900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Here's a HILARIOUS bonus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081109150014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081109150014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5811645479157612805?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5811645479157612805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5811645479157612805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5811645479157612805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5811645479157612805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/favorite-things-3.html' title='Favorite Things 3'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5338549242545065683</id><published>2009-10-25T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:18:27.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin!</title><content type='html'>Ohh yesterday was tons of fun!! I started off my day with work from 10-3. I then came home with Sasha with Nick in tow. He came up with the GENIUS idea to carve pumpkins!!! And I can't tell you how excited I was. So we got our stuff, loaded up in his truck, and went our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Wal-Mart to get some kits and idea book. Then we went to the Pumpkin Patch and got some great lookin' pumpkins. Then onward to Taco Bell to get our grub on where I ran into someone I didn't want to see, and they thankfully didn't see me. And anyways... we made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Pumpkins WERE harmed in making of these Jack-O-Lanterns. And they're fabulous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for some Fall Funnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNEHIO0jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TARsdUz53vc/s1600-h/random+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNEHIO0jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TARsdUz53vc/s320/random+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396522986525086258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pumpkin family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNVzQ2hDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IegZQCKUrIc/s1600-h/random+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNVzQ2hDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IegZQCKUrIc/s320/random+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523290430178354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhah. This is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROUUOrlTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_W_8lUy9FIY/s1600-h/random+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROUUOrlTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_W_8lUy9FIY/s320/random+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524364431332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROHFK3G-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/X1jL1VPgSPA/s1600-h/random+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROHFK3G-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/X1jL1VPgSPA/s320/random+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524137050479586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRN64SEJrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0sSFi3qvM0Q/s1600-h/random+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRN64SEJrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0sSFi3qvM0Q/s320/random+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523927432603314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNoVLc_nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XinLxNPddBQ/s1600-h/random+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNoVLc_nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XinLxNPddBQ/s320/random+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523608771985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finished products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROivm_QoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0M4MFhN_n_w/s1600-h/random+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuROivm_QoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0M4MFhN_n_w/s320/random+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524612299211394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRO6x2OreI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nwjZIgb4Qd8/s1600-h/random+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRO6x2OreI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nwjZIgb4Qd8/s320/random+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396525025216867810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our night with cookies and Halloweentown. It was great :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRPGyAwa_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/QG35-s682R8/s1600-h/random+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRPGyAwa_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/QG35-s682R8/s320/random+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396525231419452402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5338549242545065683?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5338549242545065683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5338549242545065683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5338549242545065683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5338549242545065683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuRNEHIO0jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TARsdUz53vc/s72-c/random+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2909269014140361179</id><published>2009-10-23T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:38:44.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Please!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was productive! I managed to paint not only mine, but my brother's shirt as well. For his I did a yellow car on the front, complete with VROOM on back. For mine, I did a simple destressed/rocker inspired stripe in purple. I love it :]&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a blog I was looking at. Isn't it adorable?? It's the updated and more 'hip' version of the polaroid camera. It's $105 with film... and I kinda think I'd spend it. I've wanted a polaroid camera for some time but have never been able to find a really good one, much less the film for it. So when I saw this, I got really excited. I'm glad to know the little things in life make me happy. haha. Have a great weekend. I'll see you soon with pictures of my shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/productImages/cdb4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/productImages/cdb4077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2909269014140361179?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2909269014140361179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2909269014140361179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2909269014140361179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2909269014140361179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-please.html' title='Yes, Please!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7338198963660013546</id><published>2009-10-22T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:28:53.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuCBaGlh6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1FUyq7yk1bQ/s1600-h/20090507011835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuCBaGlh6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1FUyq7yk1bQ/s320/20090507011835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395454639034460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a good day. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; shirts to paint, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; paint to paint with, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; brushes to get dirty for the sake of art. I'm so excited :] I haven't painted in a while and yesterday I was worried I'd never be able to again. I have really bad carpel tunnel scares sometimes. I don't know if it's the change of the seasons or exhaustion, but my right hand was in rebellion yesterday and wanted nothing to do with me or my pen in class. It was pretty horrible. Every time it happens I worry about all the things I can't do if I were to have it all the time. It scares me. But I would go to any lengths possible to paint... even if it involved my toes.&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I'm going to the B.L.G. concert in less than a month. Sooo in this case I had to get the new c.d. for the sake of singing instead of bobbing my head at the show [plus it was a good mental excuse to spend the money]. And I must say, although I loved their self-titled debut, their new c.d. Love Drunk is absolutely PHENOMENAL. It's loaded down with songs of first loves, breakups, moving on, finding strength inside of you, and it's so great! I love it love it LOVE IT. I've been playing it on repeat while I'm at home for more reasons than trying to learn the songs. Plus, Taylor Swift did a duet with them for the song 'Two Is Better Than One' and it's better than cheesecake. I recommend you pick it up A.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda met a boy. Kinda being key here. His name is Ryan and we met through a friend of mine at school last week. He's not really my 'type' persay, but then again I don't really know him. He's tall and wears Ga football caps and tennis shoes and walks with extreme confidence. He makes cute facial expressions, is cute overall, and when he introduced himself to me he shook my hand!!! That's a HUGE plus for any guy to introduce themselves to me and shake my hand. I'm a seriously ridiculous hand shaker. Ridiculous. But I'm so scared to talk to him. My friend said my fear to talk to a boy even though I'm a maneater is an "oxymoron". I'm thinking she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&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/6463734153342059911-7338198963660013546?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7338198963660013546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7338198963660013546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7338198963660013546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7338198963660013546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today&apos;s The Day'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SuCBaGlh6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1FUyq7yk1bQ/s72-c/20090507011835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-361891365792360962</id><published>2009-10-20T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:25:58.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are just a few things I got. Some I couldn't find online. These included some really cute ballet inspired flats I got from Walmart, a braided headband from old navy, and the cutest Claire's jewelry that will have to be shown on me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x8JJuuaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3MBkDbXb1v8/s1600-h/0009933841528_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x8JJuuaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3MBkDbXb1v8/s320/0009933841528_215X215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733944210897314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x9pNS-MI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZU8fBUhz4Qw/s1600-h/on675586-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x9pNS-MI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZU8fBUhz4Qw/s320/on675586-01p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733969995659458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x9GspCcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZEM8uGgYgY0/s1600-h/on675579-04p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x9GspCcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZEM8uGgYgY0/s320/on675579-04p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733960731888066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x8uMXMFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XThH8Pb3CKE/s1600-h/on599549-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x8uMXMFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XThH8Pb3CKE/s320/on599549-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733954154049618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3ydfzj8hI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5hYKlpqV7yg/s1600-h/TINKER99_20090626_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3ydfzj8hI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5hYKlpqV7yg/s320/TINKER99_20090626_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394734517227614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6463734153342059911-361891365792360962?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/361891365792360962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=361891365792360962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/361891365792360962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/361891365792360962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodies.html' title='Goodies!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/St3x8JJuuaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3MBkDbXb1v8/s72-c/0009933841528_215X215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5760185518783178233</id><published>2009-10-19T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:47:09.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Since January 22, 1973 over 50,000,000 babies have had their voices silenced through surgical abortion in this nation alone. Over 4,000 children have their lives taken each day in the name of choice. Over 4,000 women are emotionally damaged every day.... On October 20th, people from all over this nation will give up their voices for a day in solidarity for these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will be observing this day. The day of silence for all aborted children. The day of silence for those that didn't have a voice. The day of silence for those that never had a say. The day of silence that will never be enough. Tomorrow. Will you join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5760185518783178233?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5760185518783178233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5760185518783178233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5760185518783178233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5760185518783178233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-20th.html' title='October 20th.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1667368174010946651</id><published>2009-10-19T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:58:02.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>1. IT'S FREAKIN FREEZING COLD.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got the greatest new winter clothes that WILL be posted soon for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;3. Claire's is now my new favorite place for jewelry. They've really grown up their selection.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boots are my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. NOVEMBER 8 I GET TO SEE BOYS LIKE GIRLS, COBRA STARSHIP, AND THE MAINE IN CONCERT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. What's even better than number 5 is that I got my ticket half off. Instead of $35, I got it for $17. HECK YEAHH.&lt;br /&gt;7. The new Boys Like Girls c.d. is a must buy. I got it last night and have it on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;8. Charleston in a month from tom!!&lt;br /&gt;9. My history teacher is the bomb for the sheer fact that he cancels class all the time.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have the most fantastic guy friend ever. I'm so glad I know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1667368174010946651?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1667368174010946651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1667368174010946651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1667368174010946651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1667368174010946651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-9208977730932648058</id><published>2009-10-19T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:15:32.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Of My Favorite Things - Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjI6dp-QI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BzVkoDxy1HY/s1600-h/TYnB53XGblo1ytuz25kwiBeZo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295458466756866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjI6dp-QI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BzVkoDxy1HY/s320/TYnB53XGblo1ytuz25kwiBeZo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjIKKmtPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8VhvstROqmw/s1600-h/tumblr_krkw0pS8Dm1qzds26o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295445501949170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjIKKmtPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8VhvstROqmw/s320/tumblr_krkw0pS8Dm1qzds26o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjHSoyUkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/P4p_-igH1GQ/s1600-h/ScreenShot081_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295430596153922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjHSoyUkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/P4p_-igH1GQ/s320/ScreenShot081_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjG7-SC-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/cEWwR6L83Vk/s1600-h/Michelle-Williams_l_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295424512297954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjG7-SC-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/cEWwR6L83Vk/s320/Michelle-Williams_l_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxipsENG5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/SZkeJSo75WM/s1600-h/20090701012258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294922025966482" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxipsENG5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/SZkeJSo75WM/s320/20090701012258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxipR5BJ6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Jdccn-PRRNc/s1600-h/20090418062131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294914999723938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxipR5BJ6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Jdccn-PRRNc/s320/20090418062131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxioItbyTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lpAN5uJu9w4/s1600-h/20090125195247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294895355349298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxioItbyTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lpAN5uJu9w4/s320/20090125195247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Stxinl946EI/AAAAAAAAAdI/42Kwd-jik84/s1600-h/20090108163135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294886029125698" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Stxinl946EI/AAAAAAAAAdI/42Kwd-jik84/s320/20090108163135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxinRFI_WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nVEq3aebkGA/s1600-h/20081015125028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294880422395234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxinRFI_WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nVEq3aebkGA/s320/20081015125028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Stxgf6f23_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/VUuUHR12aq8/s1600-h/3869791770_b5f6f1b274_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394292555078098930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Stxgf6f23_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/VUuUHR12aq8/s320/3869791770_b5f6f1b274_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-9208977730932648058?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/9208977730932648058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=9208977730932648058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/9208977730932648058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/9208977730932648058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-of-my-favorite-things-take-2.html' title='A Few Of My Favorite Things - Take 2'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/StxjI6dp-QI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BzVkoDxy1HY/s72-c/TYnB53XGblo1ytuz25kwiBeZo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1536899547488101069</id><published>2009-10-16T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:45:18.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY.</title><content type='html'>I hope you have a SUPER fab weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/photos/2009/oct/batman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 493px" alt="" src="http://fashiongonerogue.com/photos/2009/oct/batman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for missing yesterday, it's been a long week and I needed a nap.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the post Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1536899547488101069?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1536899547488101069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1536899547488101069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1536899547488101069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1536899547488101069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday.html' title='FRIDAY.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3208971858399532118</id><published>2009-10-13T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:04:59.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only has Georgia been a bit chilly this past week and a half... it's been extremely wet. And not only is it wet, but it's ridiculously wet on school days. Don't get me wrong, I like the rain. But I liked it better before it filled many days of Summer 2009 and has now stretched into Fall Semester 2009. But, trying to control the weather is like trying to control fate. Plus complaining about it gets me more annoyed at myself than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;School is DA BOMB lately. Especially Math. After hours upon hours of studying for my mid-term, I got an 80 on it. I pretty much peed on myself when I got it back. I've taken this course twice already, but out of all 3 teachers, this is the first to give me a mid-term. So imagine my anxiety and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my family and I are making the trip to Cartersville, Ga to see my Grandparents as well as aunts, uncles, and cousins for a family BBQ. We are also going to HOBBY LOBBY and some OUTLET MALLS. Mention either, or both, of these locations, I'm IN. Even if alien water torture is to be endured. But other than that I'm excited to see my fam. I haven't seen them since July, so this will be fun. Plus I hope to get some cute Fall clothing which is a huge plus. :]&lt;br /&gt;Until later- Have a great, and dry, day tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&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/6463734153342059911-3208971858399532118?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3208971858399532118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3208971858399532118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3208971858399532118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3208971858399532118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5325609483736960939</id><published>2009-10-12T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:43:34.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-Stitch = ♥</title><content type='html'>So I have decided to take on Cross-stitching again after a long run of hating it. It all started when I did my first picture. It was a cat with a bib on that said, well, CAT. Long story short, I didn't make my bib big enough so all it said was CA... no T. Much to my madness, I gave up. Now I'm back on board. Esspecially after seeing these cute little creations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://patternmarket.com/wp-content/themes/thesis/rotator/ss-forestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px" alt="" src="http://patternmarket.com/wp-content/themes/thesis/rotator/ss-forestfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/3536923038_9b7dd118c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/3536923038_9b7dd118c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.70627600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.70627600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm yeah, this site is CRACK to my ADDICTION: &lt;a href="http://indiefixx.com/"&gt;http://indiefixx.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5325609483736960939?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5325609483736960939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5325609483736960939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5325609483736960939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5325609483736960939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/cross-stitch.html' title='Cross-Stitch = &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/3536923038_9b7dd118c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6739525227222149448</id><published>2009-10-12T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:07:44.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracks.</title><content type='html'>Today has already started in a mess. I woke up late and had to run around like a crazy person to get ready for school. Then Sasha got into it. And now I'm sitting in the computer lab BORED because I have no math homework to do... I like being ahead these days.&lt;br /&gt;Then my I-Tunes decided that instead of updating to DELETE itself. Now I'm I-Tune-less and my Top 25 Most Played list is thoroughly inaccurate which makes me very very verrrrry angry. And to top that disaster off, I bought a gift card yesterday to download Paramore's album and other songs and I can't use it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I mention angry?&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to let it be known- Just because I haven't found the perfect one for me, since no one measures up, and just because I have broken up with 3 out of 5 boys for dumb reasons doesn't mean I don't know anything about relationships or that I don't care about their feelings. I just want to get that out there so I can stop having people make me feel like I am. Mmmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining like the dickens outside. If only I was still in bed coiled up with my Vampire Diaries book. Life would be sweet. It would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6739525227222149448?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6739525227222149448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6739525227222149448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6739525227222149448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6739525227222149448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/cracks.html' title='Cracks.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4524473079199034790</id><published>2009-10-09T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:28:42.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Deep.</title><content type='html'>I've realized that I'm more content than I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;I feel free of burden and ready for new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to do, accomplish, create, explore.&lt;br /&gt;The sky's the limit.&lt;br /&gt;NO... scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/776660/tumblr_kqokykdlFP1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254149509"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/776660/tumblr_kqokykdlFP1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg?1254149509" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4524473079199034790?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4524473079199034790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4524473079199034790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4524473079199034790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4524473079199034790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-deep.html' title='New Deep.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8811913902543786489</id><published>2009-10-08T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:49:48.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Until The Day Is New Again.</title><content type='html'>Oh my. A good night's sleep will do someone real good. I have been awaken to the sound of my brother rummaging through my drawers waiting for me to wake up so he could tell me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting some ridiculously fantastic advice from my follower, and now friend, &lt;a href="http://obstinatepursuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clair&lt;/a&gt;. She doesn't know it, but she's kinda changing everything for me. I wanted to go around stomping my feet and sulking until everything went back to normal. But I think that now I want to use this period for my own benefit as well. Maybe get some older friends closer. Change my attitude. Work on me. And I've never been more excited. I'm so glad that I went out with my guy friend last night because he changed things for me too. He made me remember the calm of conversation that you get from a boy. He made me happy and laugh and just made me feel completely better. I need more of that spontaneous fun. Thanks Nick :]&lt;br /&gt;But today is a new day. I will have a new perspective. I will change something about me. I will improve life. I will make a difference. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081021141157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 203px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081021141157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8811913902543786489?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8811913902543786489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8811913902543786489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8811913902543786489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8811913902543786489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleep-until-day-is-new-again.html' title='Sleep Until The Day Is New Again.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-707505051015485906</id><published>2009-10-07T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:02:59.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Few of My Favorite Things..." Series</title><content type='html'>I've decided to share a few of my favorite things every Thursday for a while. You know, spice things up a bit. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buttons!!!! I collect them like a farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090320134848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 235px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090320134848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Teapots!!!! I also collect these like a farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090320150131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 265px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090320150131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Batman!!!! He's the man!! Plus I'd kill for these tights. How awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/794788/batmantights_large.jpg?1254516241"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 296px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/794788/batmantights_large.jpg?1254516241" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Snail Mail!!!! I'd love to have a pen pal like I did when I was younger. I'd get so excited to see something in the mail with my name. And truth be told, I'm the same way now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/806759/tumblr_kqjqyoJ40t1qzucz3o1_400_large.jpg?1254745804"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 230px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/806759/tumblr_kqjqyoJ40t1qzucz3o1_400_large.jpg?1254745804" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Gossip Girl!!!! I NEVER EVER EVER miss an episode. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090119204602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090119204602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Boy that dress like this!!!! Yeahhhhhh. If you know a single one... hook a sister up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/784415/3967695758_cf460a9d3c_large.jpg?1254309164"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/784415/3967695758_cf460a9d3c_large.jpg?1254309164" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. This wispy-braidy-I don't care what it looks like-chic hair style!!!! Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/695527/frN9cbLgJqnwn6f2cSpw1mPso1_500_large.jpg?1252210642"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/695527/frN9cbLgJqnwn6f2cSpw1mPso1_500_large.jpg?1252210642" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. THIS ROOM!!!! Oh it makes me drool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080427015156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080427015156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. Grey Hounds!!!! I want one. Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223224527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223224527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Katy FREAKIN Perry!!!! I'm all but obsessed with her. Actually, I think I am a bit obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090621174044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090621174044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-707505051015485906?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/707505051015485906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=707505051015485906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/707505051015485906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/707505051015485906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-of-my-favorite-things-series.html' title='&quot;A Few of My Favorite Things...&quot; Series'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2623200938448993333</id><published>2009-10-07T17:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:14:35.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C.P.H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/816451/tumblr_kqyl2hlky41qztsrto1_500_large.jpg?1254934815"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/816451/tumblr_kqyl2hlky41qztsrto1_500_large.jpg?1254934815" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2623200938448993333?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2623200938448993333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2623200938448993333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2623200938448993333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2623200938448993333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/cph.html' title='C.P.H.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8125986781765391010</id><published>2009-10-07T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:23:56.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous [Looking Up]</title><content type='html'>We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know you said you'd never end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;Close the door behind you, I just wanna stay for a while.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bomb dropped on my last night. I didn't really, and still don't know how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just really hurt. There's nothing harder for me to admit than that. I can say that I hate someone or that I'm mad or annoyed, but never hurt. I don't like to be vulnerable. Vulnerablity is weakness and weakness is not something I desire in my everyday life. I just have a lot to reevaluate I guess. I just didn't think that it would matter that much. When this happens, I ussually say "FORGET YOU" and get on to finding something else to fill the void that has been placed there. And I'm really good at it. I'm the best at finding new friends and people to hang with. But I guess that I've gotten to be so unlike me that that's a sort of problem. I want other friends, I want new experiences. Getting to know people is one of my favorite things of all time... but I've been having so many issues with myself that I don't want to let anyone else new in for fear of them running away. I push people away by letting them in. I purposely let people down to make myself feel better. But somehow I can't deal with this. It's all too much. I know it's been crazy and I've been a bit of a downer, but I felt like I was attacked. I know you told me today that it was your fault as well, but you never said that last night and once stuff is said, you can't take it back. And although you probably hope that I'll see you today and act like nothing happened, I can't. I can't. I can't. It's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or where it's all coming from, but it has to end. If quitting TrueLife is what solves it, then I'm cured. But if not... what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8125986781765391010?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8125986781765391010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8125986781765391010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8125986781765391010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8125986781765391010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ridiculous-looking-up.html' title='Ridiculous [Looking Up]'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5141000304740621779</id><published>2009-10-05T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:44:28.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy Ts</title><content type='html'>Oh how I miss painting.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done it in so long. I feel like it's my long lost relative that I haven't seen since I was five.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I got an amazing surprise when I saw that shirts are on sale 2 for $5 at Michael's this week. You KNOW what that means??!!?!! Yeahhhh. More designs. I have so many cooking up. I can't wait to share them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I'll get some models to show the looks off for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafting pictures to come SOON. You DON'T want to miss it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5141000304740621779?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5141000304740621779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5141000304740621779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5141000304740621779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5141000304740621779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/artsy-ts.html' title='Artsy Ts'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8767020287580619764</id><published>2009-10-04T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:56:45.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.</title><content type='html'>Although I said I wouldn't post until tom because of how exhausted I would be [and am] from white water rafting, I have to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All boys SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Guy friends suck.&lt;br /&gt;Boys you like suck.&lt;br /&gt;Ex boyfriends suck.&lt;br /&gt;Boys on the street suck.&lt;br /&gt;Boys SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;And until I find that one, that one that finds me more meaningful than just being "my friend" I will continue to think they suck, and will take pleasure in telling them about their suckage.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8767020287580619764?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8767020287580619764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8767020287580619764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8767020287580619764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8767020287580619764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2093874962786852536</id><published>2009-10-02T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:00:45.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Antoinette</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090322164559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090322164559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is this not the most beautiful and inspiring movie EVERRR? It's one of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm going White Water Rafting this weekend, I won't be able to post until Monday. So have a fun and FALLY weekend and I'll see you on Monday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/730788/tumblr_koco8xVp6s1qzlyf1o1_400_large.png?1253144317"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/730788/tumblr_koco8xVp6s1qzlyf1o1_400_large.png?1253144317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090813005901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2093874962786852536?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2093874962786852536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2093874962786852536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2093874962786852536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2093874962786852536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/marie-antoinette.html' title='Marie Antoinette'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8256474025691170847</id><published>2009-10-01T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:48:00.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE FOLLOWERS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh this is so VERY exciting.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, which pretty much all of you don't, I started Fresh Starts Get Moldy on a whim last year; my Freshman year of college. I had helped my mom set up one and liked it so much I wanted to get one for myself. I had loved blogging on Myspace, but having a real public BLOG was different. It made me feel smart [haha] and older [double haha]. It also gave me freedom to talk crap about anyone and everyone I wanted without people coming to assumptions and going to my youth pastor and yadayadayada. Anyways, I wanted a blog to spill it all out on and not get judged. So I made this.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself quite witty, so I set out to find a really witty and "fascinating" name for myself on here. I was thinking about fresh starts... hmmm fresh starts... what happens to fresh starts? They end? Well, duh! Think of a better adjective Taylor, jeeze. Hmm. They get old? Again, duh! Think of a BETTER adjective. Well, old stuff gets: crusty, dusty, rusty, etc etc. I KNOW. Moldy. It's perfect!! So Fresh Starts Get Moldy was born. And I loved it, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;I started writing about my old sorority and the craziness that I had in school. All the insanity at church and family time well spent. Then I abandoned it for quite some time. I know right!! The fresh start did in fact get moldy. But then I stumbled back upon it in July and decided to revamp and restart. I started re-editing and deleting to make my start MORE fresh. A blank page. A clean slate. New.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how excited I am to have followers following me! It's so YAYYYY. haha. I'm such a nerd. But in case you haven't seen it, I have a selling blog that you can click on over there on the right so check it out followers!!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for caring about my blog. It means a LOT. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8256474025691170847?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8256474025691170847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8256474025691170847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8256474025691170847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8256474025691170847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-followers.html' title='I HAVE FOLLOWERS!!!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3555755142961619714</id><published>2009-10-01T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:31:39.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Out.</title><content type='html'>When your lonely (when you're lonely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And it feels like the whole world is falling on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Cry to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest for the weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is grace and forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my I-Pod on shuffle today, and I usually pass through Jesus songs unless I'm feeling super Jesusy. But today, I really needed that. Thank you for sending it to me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3555755142961619714?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3555755142961619714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3555755142961619714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3555755142961619714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3555755142961619714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/10/cry-out.html' title='Cry Out.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4101173373794360689</id><published>2009-09-30T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:40:53.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In 20 minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IT'LL BE OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Octo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SsQkrYZRyqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OH3sXHhTwQg/s1600-h/20081006183225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SsQkrYZRyqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OH3sXHhTwQg/s320/20081006183225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471381943405218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-4101173373794360689?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4101173373794360689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4101173373794360689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4101173373794360689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4101173373794360689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-20-minutes.html' title='In 20 minutes...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SsQkrYZRyqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OH3sXHhTwQg/s72-c/20081006183225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5794609035265683660</id><published>2009-09-29T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:36:28.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so...</title><content type='html'>sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unappreciated. I feel like this ministry is driving me off a cliff and I can't find the brake switch or the steering wheel. I feel like my father. He's so stressed and worried about everything in his ministry that he's involved in and I feel like I'm becoming him. I want to have something and I can't, but if I don't go to the other, I'll be looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Should I give in like HIM and quit? Should I sit back and watch the train wreck? Should I let it go and move on? Should I give up on the subject and be miserable?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I wish someone could make the decision for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-5794609035265683660?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5794609035265683660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5794609035265683660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5794609035265683660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5794609035265683660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so.html' title='I&apos;m so...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6555790310933721353</id><published>2009-09-29T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:43:26.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>I was reading around today and found a girl that had posted a "17 before I turn 18" list and decided I wanted to do a "19 before I turn 20" list. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to Hula-Hoop.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;4. Collect as many giraffe figurines as possible.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;6. Another road trip to anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy a large canvas and paint splatter all over it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lay in a field of daisies.&lt;br /&gt;10. Fall in love with something.&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;12. Print all the photographs I have from years ago that are still on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a great guy best friend.&lt;br /&gt;14. Get over my addiction to sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sell more shirts.&lt;br /&gt;16. Become someone's inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;17. Trust God more.&lt;br /&gt;18. Change my man-eating ways.&lt;br /&gt;19. Learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6555790310933721353?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6555790310933721353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6555790310933721353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6555790310933721353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6555790310933721353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6433272261088131436</id><published>2009-09-29T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:00:53.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fall Has FINALLY FINALLY Arrived :D</title><content type='html'>Oh I have no words for how excited I was to open my backdoor yesterday morning. I do this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; morning, rainy or sunny, to see what it feels like outside. And much to my LOVELY surprise it felt chilly out. YES!!!! Although the first day of fall started last week on our calendars, we've all been sweating it out-literally- waiting for the cool weather to approach. It's so fantastic. I shared my favorite things about fall, but it's just not enough. Fall is just so... ROMANTIC. It's so special. I have only had one summer romance and it just wasn't as fun as the ones that happen when it gets a tad colder outside. Those were the most fun. When the summer is over, it's inevitable, but when winter starts, you have to work to keep it alive until the flowers bloom. That's what I love about it. The fight, the struggle. I guess I'm much like the weather in that way.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading around this morning and found a blog that described the season as best it should be done:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe it’s the most romantic of the seasons. I never used to be a fall person, summer was my domain. Fall meant school was starting and the warmth and freedom of the past season was gone for good. Summer was magical, autumn meant that winter was approaching and my dreaded season was going to come and I had no say in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think growing up changed my perspective on the seasons. I remember hearing my freshman year that the high school years pass my so quickly and laughing at it. Time didn’t seem to go by fast enough and I was looking forward to being an upperclassman, because we all know upperclassmen have boyfriends, driver’s licenses, and don’t wear the same size bra as they did in eighth grade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh how I love it. I hope you're having a great day! I am considering I got to sleep in my leggings last night :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6433272261088131436?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6433272261088131436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6433272261088131436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6433272261088131436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6433272261088131436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-fall-has-finally-finally-arrived-d.html' title='So Fall Has FINALLY FINALLY Arrived :D'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-5899199966182268021</id><published>2009-09-26T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:30:57.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sr5BIaXnkyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5S_GB9iuZxY/s1600-h/2unwrxc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sr5BIaXnkyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5S_GB9iuZxY/s320/2unwrxc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385813817154835234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-5899199966182268021?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/5899199966182268021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=5899199966182268021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5899199966182268021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/5899199966182268021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sr5BIaXnkyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5S_GB9iuZxY/s72-c/2unwrxc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4859968332860907575</id><published>2009-09-22T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:56:23.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>papermache</title><content type='html'>She has awesome jewelry at ridiculously affordable prices. I want the Elephant and camera ring, as well as the owl earrings. What do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6125020&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4859968332860907575?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4859968332860907575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4859968332860907575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4859968332860907575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4859968332860907575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/papermache.html' title='papermache'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2112659747250998568</id><published>2009-09-22T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:24:11.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hot MESS!</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd share some pictures that have been hung up on my camera for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;First, I had an accident. A big accident. A room killing murderer came in my room and created turmoil. Here are the crime scene photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjJkmS2v_I/AAAAAAAAARo/upScwtnGfY8/s1600-h/random+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjJkmS2v_I/AAAAAAAAARo/upScwtnGfY8/s320/random+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384274985113534450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjKMEZw2HI/AAAAAAAAARw/frKbaXTyDQk/s1600-h/random+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjKMEZw2HI/AAAAAAAAARw/frKbaXTyDQk/s320/random+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384275663210469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjKgTWCNiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HyDxP_AKlgE/s1600-h/random+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjKgTWCNiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HyDxP_AKlgE/s320/random+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384276010818745890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's only a fraction of the evil. I also had about 7 loads of dirty laundry on the right side of that dresser up there. But THANKFULLY I got it all cleaned up and I actually rearranged my furniture and I love it now. I'll take some pictures of it and share it later.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rabbit-HUGE rabbit-that was hanging out in the yard across the street the other day. I knew Luke would freak out when he saw it, so I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjLlna17SI/AAAAAAAAASA/-qPlh8o6ZYQ/s1600-h/random+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjLlna17SI/AAAAAAAAASA/-qPlh8o6ZYQ/s320/random+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384277201618595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the GREATEST cake I've had in ages. Courtesy of my mom ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjMOiPJTqI/AAAAAAAAASI/83TVrBpc8mc/s1600-h/random+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjMOiPJTqI/AAAAAAAAASI/83TVrBpc8mc/s320/random+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384277904601992866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my "Paint Crap" box. I have all my paint, Stamps, and pallets in here. I'd grab this if my house was on fire. This and my Easel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjMsF7a_GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ViQmk0IbbF8/s1600-h/random+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjMsF7a_GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ViQmk0IbbF8/s320/random+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384278412399148130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my new chair arrangement. The pink and white striped bear used to be my mom's when she was really little. Notice it doesn't have eyes. And my ugly doll!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjNhA8BCrI/AAAAAAAAASY/XQgwiI61qu8/s1600-h/random+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjNhA8BCrI/AAAAAAAAASY/XQgwiI61qu8/s320/random+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384279321592531634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And these are my 2 favorite pictures of my brother. The first was when I got my chair. He still spends his time in my room in the chair [mostly]. And the second is a picture we took of him asleep. He fell asleep while getting on my parent's 4-poster bed. How hilarious!?!? He'll hate us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjOWciAJ4I/AAAAAAAAASg/BQJsjFZBrdg/s1600-h/random+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjOWciAJ4I/AAAAAAAAASg/BQJsjFZBrdg/s320/random+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384280239532681090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ain't he gonna be a little heartbreaker?!!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjOyHFQbSI/AAAAAAAAASo/sxGAUo0Jn-E/s1600-h/random+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjOyHFQbSI/AAAAAAAAASo/sxGAUo0Jn-E/s320/random+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384280714811305250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-2112659747250998568?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2112659747250998568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2112659747250998568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2112659747250998568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2112659747250998568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-hot-mess.html' title='One Hot MESS!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SrjJkmS2v_I/AAAAAAAAARo/upScwtnGfY8/s72-c/random+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2253932605763072603</id><published>2009-09-22T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:54:03.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be Lovedrunk, But now I'm hung over.</title><content type='html'>This week is starting off crazily, but well. Facebook has been giving me grief when it comes to editing TrueLife's group page, which is driving me NUTS. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I feel like I have so many things on my to-do list in 700 areas and no time, or energy, to get it done. I'm up early today because I haven't been feeling good. I'm hoping I'll be so exhausted I'll go to bed soon and pass out until 2 o'clock. But I'd be angry with myself if that actually happened. Once again, long list.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing more D.I.Y. in my room... which is getting no where. I want to hang tons of art and make things, but I find this stupid to do unless my walls are painted first. The only problem is that my parents won't paint it and refuse for me to. It's driving me insane. I want them to go on a long vacation and that way they'll come home to a newly painted pale yellow room and can't say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vacations[!!!], I'm planning a Charleston[!!!!!!!!!!!] trip for November for my best friend's birfffday. [I never say "birthday" anymore. It's so over-used.] A few of us went for mine back in June, and so we're carrying on the tradition; that and we have a free place to stay, so what the heck. I hope everything goes as planned and we get to go. Charleston is the greatest place EVERRR. I plan on living there someday. Indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently obsessed with Paramore's cover of "Use Somebody" by the King's of Leon. It's pretty much AMAZING. And I'm not over-exaggerating. You must go listen sometime. It'll make your day.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2253932605763072603?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2253932605763072603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2253932605763072603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2253932605763072603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2253932605763072603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/evacuate-dancefloor-im-infected-by.html' title='I used to be Lovedrunk, But now I&apos;m hung over.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-3095552233840574367</id><published>2009-09-14T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:13:20.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Whooo.</title><content type='html'>School is a drag. I just feel so worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best, but I get so mixed up on due dates and it's making me freak out.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm dead tired and want nothing more than to go home today and nap until I got to school Wednesday, but NO I have to work for 5 hours tonight. Whoopdie doo for me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so worried that I have too much going on at one time. I have work 15-20 hours a week, I have school 15 hours a week, I have regular church and TrueLife stuff I have to worry about. I'm just kinda freaking out. I need a vacation already and it's only week 5.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to regroup and recalculate everything I guess. I sure hope I get my head back on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-3095552233840574367?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/3095552233840574367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=3095552233840574367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3095552233840574367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/3095552233840574367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-up-get-up-get-up-get-up-whooo.html' title='Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Whooo.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-705152525315796804</id><published>2009-09-13T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:57:25.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall In Love!</title><content type='html'>Fall is my all time FAVORITE season ever!&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;1. SCARVES. My #2 fashion accessory. I wear one everyday in the fall no matter if I'm outside or not.&lt;br /&gt;2. LEGGINGS. My #1 fashion accessory. If they ever went out of style I'd continue to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;3. CARDIGANS. Oh love love LOVE me some cardigans. Especially the leopard print ones at Target they just got in... yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;4. LEAVES. I am all about watching the leaves change. This is the only time I actually enjoy being outside. No bugs, no allergies, no sweating. Just dry, happy, chilly fun.&lt;br /&gt;5. HALLOWEEN. My second favorite holiday all year! I'm the one that gets a joyful kick out of the creepy 6' tall things that move at Michael's when you walk by them.&lt;br /&gt;6. WEATHER. No more sweating!!!! Georgia is not merciful when it comes to heat. It's a great time to hang-out outside before you have to wear a toboggan to get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;7. FOOTBALL. Especially high school football. I'm all about my Alumnae. ALL ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;8. MOCCASINS. In all colors. I even have teal colored ones.&lt;br /&gt;9. GLOVES. My favorite are my black ones that go from mittens to finger-less gloves in a flick of material and an attachment of a button.&lt;br /&gt;10. SOUP. Lame I know, but I'm a Panera Bread FREAK. It's not the top thing on everyone's list to go to Panera and get a 2 for $7 with me when it's a blistering 102 outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!!&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-705152525315796804?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/705152525315796804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=705152525315796804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/705152525315796804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/705152525315796804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-love.html' title='Fall In Love!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-43993259786983903</id><published>2009-09-12T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:03:55.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times, Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>I'm really enjoying all these old friends I've been seeing lately. My dear and wonderful old friend Emily returned to Augusta this semester to be closer to her family and transferred to ASU; I've started talking to my old best friend Thomas; Angelique is the piece of sunshine I look forward to seeing every Monday, Wednesday, Friday; and it can only go up-hill from here.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I'd run from the sight of any person I graduated with... college can do that to you. It's just been a really rough year and I'm glad that all the pieces are starting to fall back where they should be.&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-43993259786983903?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/43993259786983903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=43993259786983903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/43993259786983903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/43993259786983903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-times-sunshine.html' title='Good Times, Sunshine...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1732589901883936921</id><published>2009-09-10T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:42:05.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother.</title><content type='html'>My DEAR and SWEET and CUTE and EVIL brother decided to take a sharpie and a single sheet of paper to my chair and color.&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. For the rest of eternity, never ever under any circumstances let him go in room alone while watching Cars. He gets bored and explores.&lt;br /&gt;2. For the rest of eternity, save for a t.v. so you don't have to go in your parent's room and watch Project Runway and have this happen because you thought he was smart enough to think he could sit and watch a movie and be FINE.&lt;br /&gt;3. For the rest of eternity, get a safe and lock up all sharpies, ALL sharpies, away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1732589901883936921?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1732589901883936921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1732589901883936921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1732589901883936921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1732589901883936921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-6876829850628786467</id><published>2009-09-10T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:20:58.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>IS THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;ThursDAY.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-6876829850628786467?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/6876829850628786467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=6876829850628786467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6876829850628786467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/6876829850628786467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7380945892353197922</id><published>2009-09-06T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:26:43.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?</title><content type='html'>I need a new alarm. or I need to learn how to work one better. This is  an annoying reoccurring incident in my room. I always set the alarm wrong and don't get up for church. I already missed last week and now today. I'm so mad!&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, last night I had an evening out with my fantastic college church group: TrueLife. So when you hear me refer to that you can associate it with my "church friends". It all started yesterday when my friend Sasha came over to pick me up so we can go grab some lunch at Roly Poly... sadly it was closed for a long Labor Day weekend... So we went to Cracker Barrel. We had 2 hours to kill so we went to Target, Marshall's, and Rue21 and I found NOTHING I wanted. What a shocker. I spent a good amount of money in Rue this summer and Lord knows how much I spend in Target on a WEEKLY basis. And then we were off to our college pastor's house to watch the Ga Bulldogs game... and it was an awful loss. But we didn't care because before the game was over we left to go to the Big Mo Drive-In and watch Transformers 2!! The trip up was ridiculous because our leader decided to drive 90 the whole time there... yeahhh. Not riding with him again. It was about 9 of us, and then 7, squeezed in the back of Nick's truck watching this AMAZING movie. It was popcorn and coke and blankets and Doug trying to keep his boxers from riding up his butt. It was great!! Then we left and got home around 11:45.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a boy when it comes to movies. I LOVE action movies. Esspecially super-hero esque movies and either of the recent Batmans are my FAVORITE, as well as Transformers. I'm also that girl that wants to get the gorriest, bloodiest, most intense movies off the shelf for a scary movie night on Sunday night after church. The more blood and screams from the actors, the better. That's why Sasha doesn't let me pick scary movies... she wants to cry the whole time. Haha. But then I'm the hugest sucker for a good romance and chick flick. I cry and boohoo at all of them. Pretty in Pink is my favorite. I also love any kind of "period" movie. Like Marie Antoinette and The Patriot or Pearl Harbor. Becoming Jane is my favorite movie EVER. It's so beautifully tragic and people question my sanity when I tell them it's my favorite. They're all, "I did the ugly cry after it was over." And I just tell them that when I first watched it, I uglied cried past the 30 minute mark. It's just absolutely fantastic... and James McAvoy don't look so bad either.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I better get off my butt and go paint my friend's shirt. Have a great rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7380945892353197922?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7380945892353197922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7380945892353197922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7380945892353197922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7380945892353197922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html' title='If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-389253782401571147</id><published>2009-09-05T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:27:00.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Walk A Thousand Miles...</title><content type='html'>MY BEST FRIENDS COMES HOME FROM BASIC ON THURSDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I'm so ready for that day.&lt;br /&gt;He's been in Texas for the past 5 months training for the Air Force. And I'm so proud. My friend Jarred has been one of the more dramatic moodswung kind of jerks you don't want to be friends with unless you've known him [and dated him in] 8th grade. He's such a sweetheart deep down inside and I'm so ready to see the full transformation that has taken place in just a few short days. He's grown up so much! No more drama! Yay! I'm so excited!!!! The great thing about Jarred is that he was born into the most amazing family. His dad used to be our church's youth pastor and I was under his teachings from 7th to 11th grade. He's a ridiuculously hilarious practical joker. His mom is one of the most amazing and godliest women I know. She always has time for you and genuinely cares for you. And his brother is the male incarnate of me. We love art, music, movies, and life. He's one of my closest friends. Jarred and I went through a few rough patches because of that detail. But all things get better and people grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm excited?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SqKACQICw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DQVhD9Yp2rQ/s1600-h/l_3074078745e844f9a35f211f1c464e44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SqKACQICw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DQVhD9Yp2rQ/s320/l_3074078745e844f9a35f211f1c464e44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378001681210590130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SqKCJfWar3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/vBCqCGldLGw/s1600-h/n1207650009_354829_8136874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SqKCJfWar3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/vBCqCGldLGw/s320/n1207650009_354829_8136874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378004004579749746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The picture on the top was from us going downtown on our last Friday night together to Augusta's famous Haunted Pillar. Lord knows I punched the thing and I'm still kickin' it. The bottom was from the last night at church before he left. Great memories, but I'm ready to make more soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-389253782401571147?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/389253782401571147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=389253782401571147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/389253782401571147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/389253782401571147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-would-walk-thousand-miles.html' title='I Would Walk A Thousand Miles...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SqKACQICw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DQVhD9Yp2rQ/s72-c/l_3074078745e844f9a35f211f1c464e44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8768501209887062752</id><published>2009-09-02T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:53:49.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot! Design</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to show you my new, and FAVORITE, design yet.&lt;br /&gt;He's called the "Hoot!" Design.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he lovely?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8upqWq-vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q79zCx3OYF8/s1600-h/random+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8upqWq-vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q79zCx3OYF8/s320/random+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377067773382556402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8vFKm2rEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_Ux3QqEYIGc/s1600-h/random+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8vFKm2rEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_Ux3QqEYIGc/s320/random+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377068245896834114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's $25 dollars and comes with a Magenta Colored Brand Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8vltSdrlI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JcLPhNHBte8/s1600-h/random+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8vltSdrlI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JcLPhNHBte8/s320/random+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377068804962365010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E-Mail me for details, questions, and orders. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8768501209887062752?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8768501209887062752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8768501209887062752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8768501209887062752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8768501209887062752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoot-design.html' title='Hoot! Design'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp8upqWq-vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q79zCx3OYF8/s72-c/random+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4039687166803471840</id><published>2009-09-02T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:30:10.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geronimo!!</title><content type='html'>My NEW Design. Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;And I re-established my name "Artsy Ts" as well.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jVotEc-I/AAAAAAAAANc/QEukO34J3FU/s1600-h/random+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jVotEc-I/AAAAAAAAANc/QEukO34J3FU/s320/random+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376984965970162658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jpP8Vh0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Tgirvyp8B3I/s1600-h/random+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jpP8Vh0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Tgirvyp8B3I/s320/random+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376985302920693570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jB7pTqmI/AAAAAAAAANU/obZ0VkZPbvM/s1600-h/random+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-4039687166803471840?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4039687166803471840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4039687166803471840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4039687166803471840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4039687166803471840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/09/geronimo.html' title='Geronimo!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sp7jVotEc-I/AAAAAAAAANc/QEukO34J3FU/s72-c/random+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4055327436004871269</id><published>2009-08-30T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:53:26.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAIR CHAIR CHAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey! I hope everyone is having a great weekend. It's sadly almost over. :[&lt;br /&gt;But I have the most exciting news everrrrrr! I FINALLY FOUND MY [semi] WING BACK CHAIR FOR MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the greatest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a chair to put in my room to reupholster and I found it! This has been a 2 month process that has always ended with me finding something and still waiting for something better, and I'm so glad I waited. I went to Goodwill today with a couple of dear friends after we ate Sunday lunch and the second I saw it, I knew it was IT. Sure I looked at the others, but I still had my eye on it. So I grabbed my slip and looked around for other fun things. We got Jordan an anatomically correct heart lamp and a pirate's shirt. Sasha didn't find anything and I wanted nothing but my chair. So I got it and Jordan loaded it up in the back of Sasha's car and away we went. It's so fabulous and comfortable. It's everything I wanted. I like the color so much that I might keep it the same and not reupholster it. Here's a picture of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sps5kDg0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jy6OBAnjSc0/s1600-h/random+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sps5kDg0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jy6OBAnjSc0/s320/random+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953871777842098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't she a beut??&lt;br /&gt;I have high hopes of my father removing my crappy closet doors so I can put up some cute curtains in their place. That way my chair will have a permanent home right by it.&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;br /&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/6463734153342059911-4055327436004871269?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4055327436004871269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4055327436004871269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4055327436004871269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4055327436004871269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/chair-chair-chair.html' title='CHAIR CHAIR CHAIR!!!'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/Sps5kDg0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jy6OBAnjSc0/s72-c/random+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-8524728579153077212</id><published>2009-08-29T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:50:49.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Sail Away</title><content type='html'>Some things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm an art major. I'm incredibly sad to say that I still haven't taken any art classes, but I hope to change that next semester.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a knack for buying black sneakers. I don't do it on purpose, it just happens. A Lot.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the way I look in yellow. It's kinda vain of me but I care not.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to be a redhead one day. I also want to shave my head too.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to run in the damp yard and catch fireflies. I'm so sad they're going extinct.&lt;br /&gt;6. I would sell my left leg to a gypsy for Jack's Mannequin's Andrew McMahon to leave his wife and marry me. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother tells me that I used to cry to the Vince Gill song "When I Call Your Name" when I was a baby. How weird is that?!&lt;br /&gt;8. I love antique stores. I'm obsessed with them. I could spend days in them rummaging through booths and under tables and over cabinets finding treasures. If only that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;9. If I was in a freak accident and lost my hands, I'd do anything in my power to learn how to paint with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;10. I secretly love school... just don't tell anyone that.&lt;br /&gt;11. If my I-Pod ever broke, I'd jump off a cliff. It's my life.&lt;br /&gt;12. Lady GaGa is the one to turn to to lift my spirits with a good boogie. Her and Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;13. I know how to play guitar. I can't really remember how to anymore since I haven't touched one in years, but I'd love to relearn.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm in love with Batman. He's the greatest superhero because he has no superpowers and yet kicks butt! I can argue this point all day long. ALL day long.&lt;br /&gt;15. Seventeen Magazine is the greatest form of literature.&lt;br /&gt;16. My favorite movie is a tie between Becoming Jane and Marie Antoinette. I'm a sucker for movies from those eras. They make me joyous.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-8524728579153077212?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/8524728579153077212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=8524728579153077212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8524728579153077212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/8524728579153077212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-sail-away.html' title='Come Sail Away'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7482810601816323226</id><published>2009-08-29T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:13:26.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/taylor789/rave/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2zfvknt.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 40px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/taylor789/rave/2zfvknt.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7482810601816323226?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7482810601816323226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7482810601816323226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7482810601816323226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7482810601816323226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-only-one.html' title='My Only One'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/taylor789/rave/th_2zfvknt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-4770159192879272036</id><published>2009-08-28T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:23:45.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Circle of Life.</title><content type='html'>Today has been by far the hardest to get up for since school started. I went to bed so late that my eyes didn't even want to know what time the clock said.&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful day yesterday looking at blogs and bookmarking Etsy sellers that I adore. I never knew how fantastic Etsy was until I finally sat down and wanted to find something fantastic... and I sure did. I have a TON of things that I want for not only myself, but for friends and family. I'm already making out my Christmas list! I found the most delicious lookind soaps yesterday that smelled like Vanilla and Buttercream and looked like cakes. She also had Lemon Tart bath fizzles that looked like fresh cupcakes covered with sprinkles. I want them so bad. But I'm scared I'll eat them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in the process of drawing out detailed sketches of my new shirt designs. I just hope that I can sell some. A friend of mine has already asked me about getting one, so I'll have to get to work and see what she wants on it. After seeing all the great stuff yesterday on Etsy and on others' blogs, it spoke inspiration and hope that I can sells stuff. So maybe if I get enough sold on my own homefront, I can sell them to others on Etsy. I'm so excited!! I can't even begin to describe it :]&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on both my Math test and my shirts!!&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-4770159192879272036?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/4770159192879272036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=4770159192879272036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4770159192879272036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/4770159192879272036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-circle-of-life.html' title='It&apos;s the Circle of Life.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-7270085609214825386</id><published>2009-08-27T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:23:08.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want</title><content type='html'>to make a business out of my painted shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-7270085609214825386?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/7270085609214825386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=7270085609214825386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7270085609214825386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/7270085609214825386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want.html' title='I Want'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1100989906519421447</id><published>2009-08-27T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:24:13.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate How Much...</title><content type='html'>I just need to let off some steam and list some pet peeves. It's been a long week and a half and I just gotta get out some frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate when people make fun of me because I still don't have my license. I'm sorry that I'm scared and I'm sorry that I don't have a car. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate when people make me feel bad for not working full time and going to college at the same time. That's your deal. If I can survive working 26 hours every two weeks, then move on.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate when people think that just because I work I have money and that I automatically want to throw it around. I don't. I'd rather be living in a tree house than working every day until the end of my days.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate when people think I'm stupid just because I'm in remedial math. Math never was, never is, and never will be my best subject.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate when people make me think I'm a freak about my clothes ironing obsession and lint rolling habit. I can't help I want to look presentable when I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate when people are always complaining about something or constantly changing the plans. If I took my hard earned time and got this together, you should respect my opinion and my work.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate when people copy me. I understand changing your mind, but don't become ridiculous about it. And don't try and act like it was your idea first, I'm smarter than that.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate when people try and belittle me. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate when people try and make me feel less spiritual than they are. I don't think Jesus would have ran to you and told you all your problems just because you didn't heal a man of leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate when people try and make me feel bad for listening to secular music. I can't help I went to public school and that my mother had me listening to country music in the crib. I love my music and you pushing your music and opinion on me makes me like you less and less.&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate when people make me feel bad for watching romance movies; i.e. The Notebook. I'm a virgin but SHEESH people have SEX. It's normal. Just because I'm watching a movie and there's a scene doesn't mean that I'm going to go run up to the screen and analyze every sweat droplet.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate when people make comments about me being a virgin. Esspecially when they think that I must be an undesirable shrewd because I didn't jump at the first chance to have sex with a boy. Sorry that, unlike your girlfriend, I have morals. It might happen one day, before I get marred and I love someone and it happens. But until then, it's not. So shut up!&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate when people look at me like I just called upon the rath of Satan when I say "crap". It's a word. It's universal. I mean, if an adult looks at me, then I stop. But it's ridiculous when someone my own age looks at me like that. You're in college now!! This isn't home-schooling anymore kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate how home-schooled kids think they're better than public school kids. Okay, your mom was concerned about your mental make-up and kept you home. They wanted to keep you from the "so-called inherit evils of rock and roll". Leave me alone! Unless the pre-k kids start having sex, my kids are going to school. Point blank. Hands down. Live with it!&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate being pressured. I mean, we're not in high school anymore. If I don't want to go on a trip leave it alone! I don't want to spend that much money on an over-night trip when I could save that and buy something for my room or go shopping with my mother. Just let it go. Please.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1100989906519421447?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1100989906519421447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1100989906519421447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1100989906519421447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1100989906519421447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-how-much.html' title='I Hate How Much...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-1609326118541833312</id><published>2009-08-23T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:24:27.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is, How Sweet It Was...</title><content type='html'>This past week was so hectic!! I still haven't had time to catch up on any missed sleep. I'm just relieved that I don't have my first class until 9 a.m., but I still have to get up at the gut wrenching 7:45 [I don't talk before 8:30]. So I've been pretty tired to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be on the computer blogging seeing as that I have a 10 foot tall stack of homework and a boat load of dishes that need to be washed. I never get anything done like I want to. I've been spending the weekend watching movies with my parents and restarting the movie "Cars" for Luke. My mom suggested we have a movie day yesterday since no one had any plans and my first thought was &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! I haven't had a lazy day in Lord knows how long. So my dad ran to get movies, mom ran to clean up, Luke ran to see why dad was leaving [and about that point the tears started to run] and I ran to my bed to take a wonderful, and not long enough, nap. We watched some great movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFDUUTf67I/AAAAAAAAALE/0L77hLm11yE/s1600-h/valkyrie_movie_poster-0-0-0x0-400x630.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373149846756649906" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFDUUTf67I/AAAAAAAAALE/0L77hLm11yE/s320/valkyrie_movie_poster-0-0-0x0-400x630.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFDaWRRKQI/AAAAAAAAALM/tP7Ft5ykirY/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373149950363379970" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFDaWRRKQI/AAAAAAAAALM/tP7Ft5ykirY/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Valkyrie was great! I love action movies. Especially historic action movies. And then my mom and I watched Twilight. I've seen it twice already and I'm not the hugest fan of it, but I still like it and I'll watch anything Robert Pattinson is in. I love the books and had obsessed over them for years. So my mom finally decided that since the second one is coming out in a few months she'll watch the first one. So we watched it and she loved it and asked me to give her the low-down on all the books. I'm pretty sure she's Team Edward, but we'll see with the next movie coming out because TRUST ME, I'm slowly going Team Jacob just because of the adorable Taylor Lautner.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has preoccupied my weekend is my shirt painting. It only took me until 3 a.m. to finish, but it was worth it. I love it and hope to start selling my painted shirts again. Hopefully!! Here's my new shirt :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The Front: Free Bird.&lt;br /&gt;The Back: Open Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFGIGbK9zI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Ptuv2gPVbo/s1600-h/5850_1225748362997_1207650009_661346_2825685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373152935407187762" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFGIGbK9zI/AAAAAAAAALk/2Ptuv2gPVbo/s320/5850_1225748362997_1207650009_661346_2825685_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFF2dY_56I/AAAAAAAAALc/03JERJROf2w/s1600-h/5850_1225748402998_1207650009_661347_3941268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373152632334444450" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFF2dY_56I/AAAAAAAAALc/03JERJROf2w/s320/5850_1225748402998_1207650009_661347_3941268_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I hope you like it as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better get to that homework now... ughhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;TayTay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-1609326118541833312?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/1609326118541833312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=1609326118541833312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1609326118541833312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/1609326118541833312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-sweet-it-is-how-sweet-it-was.html' title='How Sweet It Is, How Sweet It Was...'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLqVFqgcSDE/SpFDUUTf67I/AAAAAAAAALE/0L77hLm11yE/s72-c/valkyrie_movie_poster-0-0-0x0-400x630.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463734153342059911.post-2649700862402688599</id><published>2009-08-21T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:24:40.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Starts Get, Well, Fresher.</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK. And completely renovated. The last time I posted I was eyebrow level deep in crap with a boy that didn't deserve me, elbow deep in crap with a sorority that was ridiculous, and knee deep in school loan debt.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; GREAT news is that the sorority and boy drama is over! I've moved on from that stupid selfish boy and have left the spirit chants in the past.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I'm still in debt, but that won't matter for a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;I started school this past Monday and I LOVE it. My classes are great. My teachers are entertaining. My class times are stupendous. And the boys are HOT. I don't know where they all came from, but I'm glad they're here. I know, I know, "Boys come after school. Boys aren't that important." Well Blah Blah Blahhh to you ma'am. Your mother would get a black tongue if she told you that she didn't think about that cute boy sitting a row over from her in Psych class while she was taking a test. Yeah. Black Tongue!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have no choice but to buckle down and be serious this semester about school. If I don't pass Math I'll be out. I need to get ASUO over because, truth be told, I'm tired of repeating it. And I'm finally back in my History comfort zone. I love History. All the exciting things that happened. All the debates that are involved in it. I LOVE IT. I love even more that my class starts with Lincoln. Everything before that is kinda boring. So we get to skip all the blah and go straight for the wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to another 6 months, another 1500 in debt, and a time of fun and stress. It's Fall '09.&lt;br /&gt;TayTay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6463734153342059911-2649700862402688599?l=taygass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/feeds/2649700862402688599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6463734153342059911&amp;postID=2649700862402688599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2649700862402688599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463734153342059911/posts/default/2649700862402688599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taygass.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-starts-get-well-fresher.html' title='Fresh Starts Get, Well, Fresher.'/><author><name>Tay.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zT0ON616RRs/TnOJuNAOB6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/fXJiFkTa6ns/s220/Image253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
