<?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-2641310902000968549</id><updated>2012-01-17T01:49:53.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-3055876676363942408</id><published>2010-09-14T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:40:59.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbl weed</title><summary type='text'>I will most likely be closing my blogspot blog and moving to Tumblr this week.

 My tumblr is up.
 If you have one, let's be friends!

http://coilycoquette.tumblr.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3055876676363942408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/09/tumbl-weed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3055876676363942408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3055876676363942408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/09/tumbl-weed.html' title='Tumbl weed'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4948966454498826007</id><published>2010-08-03T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:50:08.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She said fear is the heart of love, and I never went back</title><summary type='text'>Things are slow but steady this summer. I mostly have been going through new experiences and awakenings in many ways for the past month or so. They all seem to revolve around self- discovery. Have I said this before? Probably. I almost 20, though, and now seems like the best time to work on growing.

I have a lot of things coming up for Fall and I hate the idea that some of my bad habits won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4948966454498826007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-said-fear-is-heart-of-love-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4948966454498826007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4948966454498826007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-said-fear-is-heart-of-love-and-i.html' title='She said fear is the heart of love, and I never went back'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1568002041680156373</id><published>2010-06-17T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:27:49.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From sea to shining sea</title><summary type='text'>I have kind of a funny story. A friend of mine told me he got drunk one night and was playing Mario Kart. There are oils spills on the road sometimes to make you skid.


Daisy, the character on the bike, seems a little inebriated, too. 


He hates the spills. So, because he was intoxicated and socially aware, he decided to email BP about the oil spills. He meant on Mario Kart, they meant the gulf</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1568002041680156373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-sea-to-shining-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1568002041680156373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1568002041680156373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-sea-to-shining-sea.html' title='From sea to shining sea'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8507765062756163936</id><published>2010-06-12T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:00:05.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not broken. she's just a baby</title><summary type='text'>I'm back. I've been on vacation. Obviously. When you wake up at noon pretty much everyday and don't do much day by day, you get a lot of mixed emotions.

I'm staying in a house with people in and out. It's hard to get a job around here. So most of our friends can't pay rent. Orlando's not really a college town, which is the principle reason I moved here for college. I didn't want to feel like the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8507765062756163936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-not-broken-shes-just-baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8507765062756163936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8507765062756163936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-not-broken-shes-just-baby.html' title='She&apos;s not broken. she&apos;s just a baby'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8263224538389390345</id><published>2010-04-30T01:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:23:08.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and sweet only seventeen</title><summary type='text'>I was reading one of my FAVORITE blogs, The Sassy Curmudgeon, by Una, Magazine writer and blogger extraordinaire (who has a cute husband that does some awesome photography)  when it hit me. She was weighing the pros and cons of mythical creatures to see which one could be the next Twilight. One contender was the werewolf, a personal preference of mine over the vampire ever since I was seven and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8263224538389390345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/young-and-sweet-only-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8263224538389390345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8263224538389390345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/young-and-sweet-only-seventeen.html' title='Young and sweet only seventeen'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-3504008968698324884</id><published>2010-04-25T18:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:43:28.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No one sleeps. One lies up while the other lies down</title><summary type='text'>So, it's pretty offish that I'm staying in Orlando for the summer. L and I are going to share a room at our friend R's house. Yes, he is the same age and owns the house slash rents it out. If you are impressed and astonished (impstonished?) you had the same reaction as my mom when I told her. So, yeah what I'm trying to do is call you old. No, I'm sure your young and vibrant as a spring chicken.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3504008968698324884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-one-sleeps-one-lies-up-while-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3504008968698324884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3504008968698324884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-one-sleeps-one-lies-up-while-other.html' title='No one sleeps. One lies up while the other lies down'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4500939156324356812</id><published>2010-04-19T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:21:31.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it's the other way around baby what's that sound? One by one baby, here they come</title><summary type='text'>Bitter: Being overwhelmed by work and floaty plans that may or may not happen. Being annoyed because the best your past can do is haunt you like a cheap sheet with two eye holes cut out.

Sweet: Realizing you have options and are being (somewhat) repsponsible. Reading an article about zines in Spin Magazine. Having stuff to do and getting the majority of it done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4500939156324356812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-its-other-way-around-baby-whats-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4500939156324356812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4500939156324356812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-its-other-way-around-baby-whats-that.html' title='Oh it&apos;s the other way around baby what&apos;s that sound? One by one baby, here they come'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2618067308325660190</id><published>2010-04-17T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:43:15.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your Bed Rock</title><summary type='text'>Welllllll, Young Money. You thought you were being clever, huh? I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rhino Entertainment had the best Flintstones pun of ALL TIME! in the MOST RANDOM CD I have ever heard or or had the pleasure of purchasing. Behold!:


This is a compilation for kids, which starts with the Flintstone theme song as the first track (score) and follows with 90s R&amp;B?!?!?!?!?!?!?!????? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2618067308325660190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-me-mr-flintstone-i-can-make-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2618067308325660190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2618067308325660190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/call-me-mr-flintstone-i-can-make-your.html' title='Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your Bed Rock'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b0PhbAXinE/S8nf3v_UAaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aJ2f3WcQTh4/s72-c/121524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-5506977029764959392</id><published>2010-04-17T01:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:07:39.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the same on the weekends as it is in the day</title><summary type='text'>So the zine is going pretty well. We're a little backed up and my friend P, who is acting as Art director to my Editor at Large, is running out of patience. Maybe I will buy him a present when we have a final product in the distros (businesses that will distribute our little independently produced magazine).

School is kicking my behind right now. I have such a looooonnnggggg to-do list. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5506977029764959392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-same-on-weekends-as-it-is-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/5506977029764959392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/5506977029764959392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-same-on-weekends-as-it-is-in-day.html' title='It&apos;s the same on the weekends as it is in the day'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-7824874341527651797</id><published>2010-04-12T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:06:13.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear my heart beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer</title><summary type='text'>This weekend:Bitter: My best friend L and her heartbreak over a year of trying to figure out where to go after a four-year relationship with her first boyfriend and high school sweetheart. Her ex's heartbreak, because he's my friend too. My heartbreak, because yup I has it too. Your heartbreak, because I'd hug you if you needed a hug or someone to talk to. Messages that your phone have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7824874341527651797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-hear-my-heart-beating-like-hammer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/7824874341527651797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/7824874341527651797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-hear-my-heart-beating-like-hammer.html' title='I can hear my heart beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4804016586490992770</id><published>2010-04-07T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:13:40.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor</title><summary type='text'>I went to a Spoken Word even tonight. I just found out about it yesterday and almost didn't go because I have an assignment due (that I'm procrastinating right now...oh for shame). They're called The Dynamic Duo. They have been on Brave New Voices, a spoken word competition that takes groups nationwide and showcases their talents. They did a special on HBO a few yeaars back. I'm not sure why it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4804016586490992770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-to-talk-anymore-i-left-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4804016586490992770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4804016586490992770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-to-talk-anymore-i-left-my.html' title='I don&apos;t want to talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8654625415315153385</id><published>2010-04-06T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:08:38.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you give it?</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I've been really temperamental lately. Maybe It's getting close to that time of the month (don't you ladies hate when that is actually the reason behind bad behavior?). Or maybe I'm angsty and frustrated by life. Or maybe I should start smoking, I couldn't tell you.

We had to watch Quills in a class and the one laundry maid character tells the priest (abbe) that she indulges in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8654625415315153385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-ive-been-really-tempe-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8654625415315153385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8654625415315153385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-ive-been-really-tempe-maybe.html' title='Can you give it?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2252958189470293381</id><published>2010-03-28T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:53:20.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her guess is always good as mine, I'm blessed she treats me so damn kind</title><summary type='text'>Upon listening to Corrine Bailey Rae's album The Sea,



I realize I like it better than I thought I would before. Her music is like a certain kind of poetry where it seems so simple on the surface, on first listen, then you go back and are blown away. It has the feel of a woman singing to herself alone in a church, sitting on dock or pier, so quiet the organ player who is practicing can't hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2252958189470293381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-guess-is-always-good-as-mine-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2252958189470293381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2252958189470293381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-guess-is-always-good-as-mine-im.html' title='Her guess is always good as mine, I&apos;m blessed she treats me so damn kind'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-5136128081694105331</id><published>2010-03-25T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:45:20.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to let go, I've got to let go. Said the hours they ran slow and every night she just keeps on sayin...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm  a dirty liar.Take that how you will, Sailor. I definitely have not been keeping up with the 10 minute challege. To be fair, my computer died (RIP Steve) and blogging feels weird with everyone around you in a library.

I have, though been super productive lately. It's like that cliche in songs about "doing things you don't usually do". I think spending less time in the virtual world makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5136128081694105331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-to-let-go-ive-got-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/5136128081694105331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/5136128081694105331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-to-let-go-ive-got-to-let-go.html' title='I&apos;ve got to let go, I&apos;ve got to let go. Said the hours they ran slow and every night she just keeps on sayin...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8496921639829242555</id><published>2010-03-21T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:35:11.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentle soul...</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen Wild Fox Couture this season?


Wildfox Couture Spring 2010 from Wildfox Couture on Vimeo.

It's like a dream for girls who want to look bad-ass and sexy without changing  out of their sweatshirt. Score. They lost me with their vampire items, but I'm sure they won some one else. Someone who makes old people use the word "teeny-bopper" then says "what?" and goes back to texting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8496921639829242555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-doesnt-look-thing-like-jesus-but-he.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8496921639829242555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8496921639829242555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-doesnt-look-thing-like-jesus-but-he.html' title='He doesn&apos;t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentle soul...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4002717150310162604</id><published>2010-03-18T23:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:40:16.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I feel like a woman</title><summary type='text'>So every December I get a premonition about how the new year will go for me. I am usually right.

 2008
 I predicted it would be a great year like none before. It was pretty much the best year of my life. I graduated high school without a baby or an arrest record, partied like half the summer away at grad parties, and met some of the best friends I've ever had at college the following fall.

2009</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4002717150310162604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-i-feel-like-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4002717150310162604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4002717150310162604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-i-feel-like-woman.html' title='Man, I feel like a woman'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1679943838809408586</id><published>2010-03-17T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:36:14.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you're all that I want when you're lying here in my arms</title><summary type='text'> Bitter: I have been pretty rebellious lately. And I'm not just talking about how I procrastinate something fierce...not that that's even rebellious. I can't even really be all that bad. Dang.

 I won't tell you what I actually did, sorry. My rebellion, if you can even call it that, feels good because I'm at a point in my life when I can't afford to let what people think dictate my actions. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1679943838809408586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-youre-all-that-i-want-when-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1679943838809408586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1679943838809408586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-youre-all-that-i-want-when-youre.html' title='Baby you&apos;re all that I want when you&apos;re lying here in my arms'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1342490741233349728</id><published>2010-03-17T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:34:33.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough</title><summary type='text'>Today a kid in one of my classes cut his beautiful hair. He did it for locks of love and that makes everyone smile. Is it wrong that I kind of wanted to know him because of his hair and now I'm a little sad?



His hair was equivalent to this guy's hair, only my classmate is less Fabio, more actual approachable person.


Other than that I read an article about Reinhold Messner, this hardcore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1342490741233349728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/roll-me-in-designer-sheets-ill-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1342490741233349728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1342490741233349728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/roll-me-in-designer-sheets-ill-never.html' title='Roll me in designer sheets I&apos;ll never get enough'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4607521768330420298</id><published>2010-03-16T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:31:08.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He can't recall my name, even though he once told me I was the most talented person that he'd even met</title><summary type='text'>So, despite having a lot of cool ideas and projects coming up, I haven't been motivated to do... well anything in a while. This is probably obvious with my bad track record for updating this blog.

That was until one of my teachers suggested I withdraw from the class because after a bad week filled with "Mental Health" days, I got pretty stacked on my absences. I considered it, but no ma'am. So, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4607521768330420298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-cant-recall-my-name-even-though-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4607521768330420298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4607521768330420298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-cant-recall-my-name-even-though-he.html' title='He can&apos;t recall my name, even though he once told me I was the most talented person that he&apos;d even met'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4952088833900032387</id><published>2010-02-03T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:22:24.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I take the 110 to the 105, get off on Crenshaw, tell my homies look alive</title><summary type='text'>3 things.


Entering a Poetry Contest 
The first thing is that I submitted some poems to FlatmanCrooked, a website that publishes, publicizes, and just generally pays attention to literature. They mostly deal with reviews, pretty funny or profound essays, and novellas, among other things. They were doing a poetry prize and the first place winner gets $500. Winning would look good on my resume, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4952088833900032387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-i-take-110-to-105-get-off-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4952088833900032387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4952088833900032387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-i-take-110-to-105-get-off-on.html' title='You know I take the 110 to the 105, get off on Crenshaw, tell my homies look alive'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-656213181736540032</id><published>2010-01-13T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:34:09.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You hope that he get what he deserves. Word?</title><summary type='text'>To everyone's relief, I'm sure, I found a better nail place to go to. My mother introduced me to yet another new place, but this one called Nail Zone in Jacksonville on University and Beach was fantastic. It is as close to the nail salon of my dreams as my budget will allow. They have chic tips, some youthful and others classy enough for the mature crowd. From zebra stripe to pigmented acrylic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/656213181736540032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-hope-that-he-get-what-he-deserves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/656213181736540032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/656213181736540032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-hope-that-he-get-what-he-deserves.html' title='You hope that he get what he deserves. Word?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1938904785405409817</id><published>2010-01-05T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:48:02.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to live expensive, but my knees get weak intensive when...</title><summary type='text'>Everyone who has read the book scolds me jumping almost out of their seat and says "You didn't finish reading it?!" when I tell them I hadn't finished the incredibly accesable yet undeneyably moving The Road by Cormack McCarthy. If you're crazy and you don't know who that is, he also wrote No Country For Old Men and All the Pretty Horses among many others.

But everybody can cool their jets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1938904785405409817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-good-to-live-expensive-but-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1938904785405409817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1938904785405409817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-good-to-live-expensive-but-my-knees.html' title='It&apos;s good to live expensive, but my knees get weak intensive when...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8943874099715746444</id><published>2009-12-24T01:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:37:26.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I get for ten dollars? Anything you want.</title><summary type='text'>This might be lame, but I just finished watching Julie &amp; Julia on DVD and it got me thinking. This may be a terrible blog, is what I'm thinking so far. I like blogging, but I still haven't found a center for it. My blog must be incredibly boring for whoever stumbles upon it and reads it. It just doesn't have much to do with you. Makes me feel like a real narcissist, to be honest, and a hypocrite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8943874099715746444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-can-i-get-for-ten-dollars-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8943874099715746444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8943874099715746444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-can-i-get-for-ten-dollars-anything.html' title='What can I get for ten dollars? Anything you want.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2000100875553575679</id><published>2009-12-22T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:16:58.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just no good at giving relief</title><summary type='text'>I had this blog on feed to Facebook for a little while, but it felt weird to put the two together. I wasn't posting anything, so I separated them again. Now I'm posting. Look at that.

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. Things like writing as a career and internships. I really want to spend some time out in San Francisco or New York. I'm trying my luck with internships in those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2000100875553575679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-just-no-good-at-giving-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2000100875553575679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2000100875553575679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-just-no-good-at-giving-relief.html' title='I&apos;m just no good at giving relief'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-9075613218003116343</id><published>2009-11-14T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:22:28.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><summary type='text'>So, while this may seem like another shameless self-promotion, it isn't. Modcloth is having a thankful blog contest where you can win a $100 gist certificate if you win.

http://blog.modcloth.com/2009-11-09-thanksgiving-thank-a-thon-blog-contest?utm_source=NL_thanksgiving-blog-contest_11-9-09&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_campaign=thanksgiving-blog-contest

All you have to say is what you are thankful for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9075613218003116343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/9075613218003116343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/9075613218003116343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1601383896513459239</id><published>2009-11-14T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:53:13.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it be just like they're dreaming?</title><summary type='text'>So, it has definitely been a while. A lot has happened in the last few weeks. It is the end of my school's homecoming week so there have been lots of exciting concerts and things like that. I almost got to interview T-pain, but almost doesn't count. The concert was still fun and Daniel Tosh was our comedian this year, which is fitting since he went here. They did a good job booking people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1601383896513459239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-it-be-just-like-theyre-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1601383896513459239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1601383896513459239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-it-be-just-like-theyre-dreaming.html' title='Will it be just like they&apos;re dreaming?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2752370204526419480</id><published>2009-10-26T05:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:44:10.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tao Lin!</title><summary type='text'>
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What is going on in those heads of yours?

If you have a thought or a question go ahead and feel free to leave a comment. Or follow me. Or leave your URL. I'd love to check out some other blogs, too.

You should be able to leave a comment even if you are not apart of blogger. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3932209682478386931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-something-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3932209682478386931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3932209682478386931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-something-to-say.html' title='Got something to say?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2795571076520845553</id><published>2009-10-22T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:33:48.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm building a still</title><summary type='text'>So, lately I've been busy with school and writing articles. I meant to do a post last week, but I was pooped. There was a big football game last weekend with lots of fun, I'm sure, but I just sat at home chilling like a dullard because for the past 3 or 4 weekends I spent every moment that I was awake cleaning, writing, or doing school work.

 Last week, I wrote a story about a professor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2795571076520845553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-building-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2795571076520845553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2795571076520845553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-building-still.html' title='I&apos;m building a still'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-3223455067552948014</id><published>2009-10-09T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:46:00.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><summary type='text'>The first thing is that I wrote another poem in Spanish. It was kinda sort inspired by a song by Juan Luis Gauerra called "Ojala' Que Lleva Cafe'" that my teacher made our class sing. The title means "I wish it would rain coffee" which is actually about how the speaker wishes it would rain coffee so his country would have more wealth. None of that really has to do with my poem, but it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3223455067552948014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3223455067552948014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3223455067552948014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b0PhbAXinE/Ss_ZGtsfXnI/AAAAAAAAABg/n4E40clTfqA/s72-c/Camille-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4211776920233331459</id><published>2009-10-04T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:19:06.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lo siento</title><summary type='text'>sorry about the weird little red boxes next to the poems. I will fix them later when I have more time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4211776920233331459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-siento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4211776920233331459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4211776920233331459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-siento.html' title='lo siento'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-3926686312012389799</id><published>2009-10-04T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:18:03.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blue notebook</title><summary type='text'>


        
        Imbibing You                                                                                                                  
How perfect you are to me
Now that you have said the words
Smoothed over and polished
With my thoughts of love
Turned over and over in my mind
Like a river rock
Like the sand, tiger-ed
beneath the glass tide
The glass tide that faints
Faints back into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3926686312012389799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3926686312012389799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3926686312012389799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-notebook.html' title='blue notebook'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-2642955871471797398</id><published>2009-10-01T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:00:32.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Biz</title><summary type='text'>I have some good news and some better news. The good news is I realized I have a webcam and therefore a camera. This will do until I get a new one. 

So, here is a picture of my nails. I changed them into this yellow and pink ordeal from something I did experimentally that just was not working. I don't know how well you can see the design. The blanket added contrast so you could see the yellow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2642955871471797398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/square-biz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2642955871471797398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/2642955871471797398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/square-biz.html' title='Square Biz'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b0PhbAXinE/SsVBR-Ps6zI/AAAAAAAAABY/5Q8O1I9GVVE/s72-c/Snapshot_20091001_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-4710030332129592181</id><published>2009-09-30T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:25:58.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><summary type='text'>One of my teachers mentioned Fernando Botero today, insisting that we should look him up. So, I did.
I like his art. I like the way he plays with proportion. Like in this sculpture called Mano( which means hand in Spanish) in Madrid:



There is something about using people who are fat that shows vulnerability in humans. Like in this one called Bath:

This got me thinking of other artist I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4710030332129592181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4710030332129592181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/4710030332129592181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bNLgHHNZQSw/SZP7l2VNHDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4_HfCB0IVEA/s72-c/fernando-botero-bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-9201675543603069232</id><published>2009-09-12T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:26:08.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What, Me worry?</title><summary type='text'>Thought of the day:
Sometimes I want to scold myself for being ambivalent towards a lot of things. I mean, sitting on the fence does as they say "give you a sore ass" at times. Other times though, like today, I realize that I don't know how valuable it is  to know something like the back of your hand if it means forgetting that you have two.


Also, I realize I would really like to incorporate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9201675543603069232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-me-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/9201675543603069232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/9201675543603069232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-me-worry.html' title='What, Me worry?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-3866610774431651129</id><published>2009-09-09T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:50:32.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is all around, except inside my clock</title><summary type='text'>So, I went to this "Fast-a-thon" event for charity, also for Ramadan if one happens to be Muslim, and met supersweet people in the Muslim Student Association. That's a whole other story, though.

The thing is, I bought this scarf  from some ladies who were selling clothes and scarves for hijabs ( those headdress type thing muslim women wear). Mine was made in Italy, not China, which is something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3866610774431651129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-all-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3866610774431651129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/3866610774431651129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-all-around.html' title='Time is all around, except inside my clock'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-1120398226248624970</id><published>2009-09-01T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:34:34.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitant Heat II</title><summary type='text'>A dog's hiccuping bark echos
Rocking the chain-link fences
The ghetto wishes to reply back
But is too heavy
With its mouth full of summer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1120398226248624970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/hesitant-heat-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1120398226248624970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/1120398226248624970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/hesitant-heat-ii.html' title='Hesitant Heat II'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-8309840938349531318</id><published>2009-09-01T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:32:55.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps it's the heat of light
from inside your warm body
from when you are happy or sad
Or when you tell the truth
And not any light we can see with our eyes
That sounds a crystalline tone
A beloved one note ringing of a name
That belongs to only you

Even after you've died and gone cold
we will have caught and collected
The very smithereens of you
And kept them (dearly) to carry with us
Though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8309840938349531318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/bell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8309840938349531318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/8309840938349531318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/bell.html' title='Bell'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-54576632021034468</id><published>2009-09-01T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:16:41.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>References</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps when this life is over,
We will turn in our thasauruses and encycolpedias
For dictionaries.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/54576632021034468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/references.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/54576632021034468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/54576632021034468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/references.html' title='References'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641310902000968549.post-392176258845555504</id><published>2009-09-01T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:15:16.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres mi solamente</title><summary type='text'>           eres mi solemente (You are my only)                                                                                                                  Ive studied spanish and have tried to write poems in spanish. So here is it in english and spanish. Its one of two. 
(estudio espanol y a veces escribo  poemas en espanol. lo Esta aqui en ingles y espanol. por favor ser simpatico, mi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/feeds/392176258845555504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/eres-mi-solamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/392176258845555504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641310902000968549/posts/default/392176258845555504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhymesprettywords.blogspot.com/2009/09/eres-mi-solamente.html' title='Eres mi solamente'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434068632919490725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2VVrsCeQM/TxUZ4xdL5EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jEICD-lU8ow/s220/100_1683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
