<?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-2367434799812743498</id><updated>2011-12-31T00:58:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soap Opera of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4116472921199988623</id><published>2011-11-24T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:50:28.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go...</title><content type='html'>Sixteenth birthdays supposed to be special! Aren’t they? Isn’t that when the world makes us believe; that automatically everything in your life will be perfect? If all of that is the truth, then why is my life so crappy? &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, such incidences have been my luck since my eighth grade year. First unlucky event, I am asked to choose between dancing and acting because apparently, according to my dance Nazi teacher, doing both is non-negotiable. So, after ten years of dancing, I get booted out of my dance studio; my second home. Next unfortunate experience, I break a guy’s heart. Something I never intended on doing. That ordeal caused some extreme trauma/ drama in my little world. And the third incident, which I fondly refer to as “the icing on the cake,” I get my heart broken. What I thought at first was a romantic tale, turned out to be an over told nightmare. The naïve boy and girl fall in love, tragedy strikes, and one gets dumped.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty intense stuff, right? Actually, it would not surprise me if some of you are rolling your eyes while reading this. You’re probably thinking, “Yeah. We’ve all been through it.” However, I have to say, this is my heartfelt and emotional story. Every little bit and piece is from the life of a person that was pretty childlike emotionally and somewhat fragile; that person is me. It wasn’t until everything was brought out of the dark, and properly examined, that perception and maturity started to blossom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4116472921199988623?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4116472921199988623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4116472921199988623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4116472921199988623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4116472921199988623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go...'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6364709155084231964</id><published>2011-11-22T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:37:27.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes... This is Really Going to Happen</title><content type='html'>So, did you guys check out the new title for my blog? Yes, you are reading it right. It does indeed say "The Soap Opera of My Life." Since I was sixteen I have gone to a counselor regularly (sometimes EVERY week!), and he himself would agree that my life is very much like a soap opera. Sad, I know. However, instead of wallowing in self-pity, I have decided to use my humor and creative writing skills, to make my life into a story for you all to enjoy. I have started with my 16th birthday, where my life literally spun out of control, and will keep on adding to the story from there. I will try to work on it at least once a week and post whatever I add. Does that sound good? Awesome. By the way, some names will be changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6364709155084231964?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6364709155084231964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6364709155084231964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6364709155084231964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6364709155084231964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-this-is-really-going-to-happen.html' title='Yes... This is Really Going to Happen'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4166019854999775466</id><published>2011-08-30T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:18:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Become as a Little Child"- Jean A. Stevens (1)</title><content type='html'>"Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 18:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4166019854999775466?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4166019854999775466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4166019854999775466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4166019854999775466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4166019854999775466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/become-as-little-child-jean-stevens-1.html' title='&quot;Become as a Little Child&quot;- Jean A. Stevens (1)'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2506805248555326306</id><published>2011-08-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:40:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L. Tom Perry Cont.</title><content type='html'>"...I am filled with gratitude that the Savior of the world was willing to drink from "the bitter cup" for my sake. And because He did, I can say with the Psalmist, 'My cup runneth over' with the blessings of His infinite and eternal Atonement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2506805248555326306?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2506805248555326306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2506805248555326306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2506805248555326306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2506805248555326306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-tom-perry-cont.html' title='L. Tom Perry Cont.'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7791092640169778605</id><published>2011-08-27T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:19:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder L. Tom Perry Cont.</title><content type='html'>"Elder Malvin J. Ballard has suggested, 'We want every Latter-day Saint to come to the sacrament table because it is the place for self-investigation, for self-inspection, where we may learn to rectify our course and to make right our own lives, bringing ourselves into harmony with the teachings of the Church and with our brethren and sisters.' As we worthily partake of the sacrament, we witness that we are willing to take the Savior's name upon us and keep his commandments and &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; always remember Him, that we may have His Spirit to be with us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7791092640169778605?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7791092640169778605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7791092640169778605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7791092640169778605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7791092640169778605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/elder-l-tom-perry-cont.html' title='Elder L. Tom Perry Cont.'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-253744353449346593</id><published>2011-08-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:43:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder L. Tom Perry Continued</title><content type='html'>"What does it mean to offer up our sacraments to the Lord? We acknowledge that all of us make mistakes. Each of us has a need to confess and forsake our sins and errors to our Heavenly Father and to others we may have offended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-253744353449346593?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/253744353449346593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=253744353449346593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/253744353449346593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/253744353449346593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/elder-l-tom-perry-continued.html' title='Elder L. Tom Perry Continued'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7158737825464842362</id><published>2011-08-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:57:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Sabbath and the Sacrament"- Elder L. Tom Perry</title><content type='html'>"As we consider the pattern of the sabbath and the sacrament in our own lives, there appear to be three things the Lord requires of us: first, to keep ourselves unspotted from the world; second, to go to the house of prayer and offer up our sacraments; and third, to rest from our labors. It is a glorious thing to be a Christian and to live as a true disciple of Christ. Of us He said, 'They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7158737825464842362?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7158737825464842362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7158737825464842362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7158737825464842362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7158737825464842362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabbath-and-sacrament-elder-l-tom-perry.html' title='&quot;The Sabbath and the Sacrament&quot;- Elder L. Tom Perry'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-529340722547578905</id><published>2011-08-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:40:01.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Review</title><content type='html'>I have really been into reading all of the conference report in the Ensign this year. So, starting tomorrow (hopefully) I will be posting parts of talks I have highlighted. Just to give you all a bit of refresher.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-529340722547578905?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/529340722547578905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=529340722547578905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/529340722547578905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/529340722547578905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/conference-review.html' title='Conference Review'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-1926035719815553912</id><published>2011-07-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:38:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog</title><content type='html'>Okiedokie avid readers of mine, for my senior seminar project I decided to make a blog so I could document this fun experience. Here is a link to it: &lt;a href="http://www.modestmakeoversbymerrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.modestmakeoversbymerrie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. There will also always be a link to it on the side of my blog. I would REALLY appreciate it if I could get some followers, hehe.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-1926035719815553912?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1926035719815553912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=1926035719815553912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1926035719815553912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1926035719815553912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8306874021356636361</id><published>2011-07-07T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:31:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Loss</title><content type='html'>Day Number Thirty= Your favorite song at this time last year... I can't remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8306874021356636361?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8306874021356636361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8306874021356636361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8306874021356636361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8306874021356636361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/memory-loss.html' title='Memory Loss'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5477104048789066883</id><published>2011-07-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:27:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gJLIiF15wjQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-nine= A song from your childhood. I totally wanted to be a Spice Girl when I was little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5477104048789066883?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5477104048789066883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5477104048789066883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5477104048789066883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5477104048789066883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/wannabe.html' title='Wannabe'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gJLIiF15wjQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6289686149078189660</id><published>2011-07-07T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:25:50.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Day Number Twenty-eight= A song that makes you feel guilty... I honestly cannot think of one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6289686149078189660?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6289686149078189660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6289686149078189660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6289686149078189660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6289686149078189660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3289357106897804738</id><published>2011-07-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:24:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano Duet - Corpse Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AsDGrA7K8dI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-seven= A song that you wish you could play. This is such a pretty song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3289357106897804738?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3289357106897804738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3289357106897804738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3289357106897804738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3289357106897804738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/piano-duet-corpse-bride.html' title='The Piano Duet - Corpse Bride'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AsDGrA7K8dI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3952497787903514659</id><published>2011-07-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:20:19.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yCjJyiqpAuU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-six= A song that you can play on an instrument. I can play this on both the piano and violin. Yup, I'm cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3952497787903514659?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3952497787903514659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3952497787903514659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3952497787903514659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3952497787903514659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yCjJyiqpAuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3348087660843741084</id><published>2011-07-07T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:16:40.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Prettier</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Pp66FNd54M?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twent-five= A song that makes you laugh. Hahahaha, this is such a great song.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3348087660843741084?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3348087660843741084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3348087660843741084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3348087660843741084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3348087660843741084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-prettier.html' title='Only Prettier'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8Pp66FNd54M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4819259213571588882</id><published>2011-07-07T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:14:12.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Day Number Twenty-four= A song that you want played at your funeral... I have no idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4819259213571588882?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4819259213571588882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4819259213571588882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4819259213571588882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4819259213571588882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4527630489177972883</id><published>2011-07-07T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:11:50.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u57d4_b_YgI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-three= A song that you want to play at your wedding. This is such a precious song!!!!!:) &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4527630489177972883?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4527630489177972883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4527630489177972883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4527630489177972883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4527630489177972883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/better-together.html' title='Better Together'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u57d4_b_YgI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3017445033765008761</id><published>2011-07-07T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:09:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Roses Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VqKElP48ELk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-two= A song that you listen to when you're sad. I always cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3017445033765008761?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3017445033765008761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3017445033765008761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3017445033765008761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3017445033765008761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/black-roses-red.html' title='Black Roses Red'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VqKElP48ELk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-168547303147276775</id><published>2011-07-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:07:39.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days Are Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty-one= A song you listen to when you're happy. This song just makes me go crazy, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- Is it just me, or is this music video slightly creepy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-168547303147276775?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/168547303147276775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=168547303147276775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/168547303147276775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/168547303147276775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/dog-days-are-over.html' title='Dog Days Are Over'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iWOyfLBYtuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3274277252236122398</id><published>2011-07-07T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:03:17.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limp</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CfTNpbraBbI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number Twenty= A song that you listen to when your angry. I first came across this song many years ago at a recital. Ever since then, it has really stuck with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3274277252236122398?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3274277252236122398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3274277252236122398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3274277252236122398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3274277252236122398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/limp.html' title='Limp'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CfTNpbraBbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7597656938867940479</id><published>2011-07-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:00:30.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K2UoxlVSvcA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Nineteen= A song from your favorite album. Taylor Swift's "Speak Now" CD has to be my favorite. I REALLY like this song too.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7597656938867940479?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7597656938867940479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7597656938867940479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7597656938867940479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7597656938867940479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/better-than-revenge.html' title='Better Than Revenge'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K2UoxlVSvcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-1610177357344245465</id><published>2011-07-07T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:57:30.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Met The Boy I'm Gonna Marry</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fPd5kMztzVo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Eighteen= A song that you wish you heard on the radio. I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-1610177357344245465?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1610177357344245465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=1610177357344245465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1610177357344245465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1610177357344245465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-met-boy-im-gonna-marry.html' title='Today I Met The Boy I&apos;m Gonna Marry'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fPd5kMztzVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-1617688212470780345</id><published>2011-07-07T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:04:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vVWp1oOW4nU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number Seventeen= A song you hear often on the radio. EVERY TIME I turn my radio on, this song in playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-1617688212470780345?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1617688212470780345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=1617688212470780345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1617688212470780345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1617688212470780345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/black-eyed-peas-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='Just Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vVWp1oOW4nU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5637146715333682833</id><published>2011-07-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:47:58.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_biXw_zyugQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Sixteen= A song you use to love but now hate. Yup, this song use to rock my world when I was five. Not so much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5637146715333682833?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5637146715333682833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5637146715333682833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5637146715333682833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5637146715333682833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/think-pink.html' title='Think Pink'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_biXw_zyugQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8602433273608792682</id><published>2011-07-07T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:43:11.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Boys I Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y2-AkmNxNVk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Fifteen= A song that describes you. This song is me in a nut shell. My dog and I are now inseparable.&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8602433273608792682?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8602433273608792682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8602433273608792682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8602433273608792682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8602433273608792682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-boys-i-meet.html' title='The More Boys I Meet'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y2-AkmNxNVk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8600521408339889014</id><published>2011-07-07T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:39:10.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NE7dhplqLjs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Fourteen= A song that no one would expect you to love. Yeah, I rock out to this song... A lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8600521408339889014?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8600521408339889014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8600521408339889014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8600521408339889014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8600521408339889014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NE7dhplqLjs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7425038504853118179</id><published>2011-07-07T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:37:08.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8fj2HVYlD_4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number Thirteen= A song that is a guilty pleasure... Ok, yeah, I know. It's not the greatest song... But it makes me dance around so I like it. There... I said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7425038504853118179?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7425038504853118179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7425038504853118179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7425038504853118179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7425038504853118179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8fj2HVYlD_4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-476430111653730819</id><published>2011-07-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:33:22.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Musicians...</title><content type='html'>Day Number 12= A song from a band you hate. Alright, here's the deal. There are many musicians who i dislike with a fiery, burning passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanye West &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://loyalkng.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/kanye-west_hates-ew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot stand this man. Every picture I have seen of him, he has this expression on his face that clearly says, "Mmm, I'm too cool for you." Plus, it did not help him at all when he interrupted Taylor Swift at that award show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nymag.com/images/2/daily/entertainment/08/01/08_snoopydog_lgl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I don't think there is a man who talks about women in such a vulgar and disgusting way as he does. I'm pretty sure, "Slap Snoop Dogg" is on my bucket list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-476430111653730819?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/476430111653730819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=476430111653730819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/476430111653730819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/476430111653730819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/crappy-musicians.html' title='Crappy Musicians...'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4560599399629313306</id><published>2011-07-07T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:14:15.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VehtApbrMMA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; I have been a bit behind on the times... So here are a ton of music posts, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 11= A song from your favorite band. I have to say, I love Taylor Swift. I think her songs are just fabulous. "Never Grow Up" is such a precious song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4560599399629313306?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4560599399629313306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4560599399629313306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4560599399629313306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4560599399629313306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VehtApbrMMA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4481723312306188907</id><published>2011-06-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:25:17.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take It In</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NN2o13iEZPw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number 10= A song that makes you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved this song ever since I first heard it. For some reason, it makes me relax and feel content with everything around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4481723312306188907?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4481723312306188907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4481723312306188907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4481723312306188907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4481723312306188907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-take-it-in.html' title='Can&apos;t Take It In'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NN2o13iEZPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8800136742657715318</id><published>2011-06-13T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:21:11.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BOLsgwlHyhE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number 9= A song that you can dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right everyone! It's, "Shakira! Shakira!" Let's be honest now. Who does not dance around their room dancing to Shakira? I'm pretty sure everyone dances to Shakira in their room. Who couldn't? Her hips don't lie people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- Even though the picture is indeed awkward, I thought it would be even more awkward to post the video...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8800136742657715318?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8800136742657715318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8800136742657715318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8800136742657715318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8800136742657715318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-wolf.html' title='She Wolf'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BOLsgwlHyhE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-1024718012768118807</id><published>2011-06-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:19:53.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Day Number 7= A song that reminds you of a certain event.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I tried REALLY hard to find the song I danced to in my first recital. To my dismay though, I soon found out that "I'm Just a Rag Dolly" is not as popular as I thought. Sadness, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 8= A song you know all the words to.&lt;br /&gt;Really?? There's too many!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-1024718012768118807?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1024718012768118807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=1024718012768118807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1024718012768118807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1024718012768118807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-catch-up.html' title='A Little Catch Up'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5407976496609015558</id><published>2011-05-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:49:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soak Up the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KIYiGA_rIls?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number 6= A song the reminds you of somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song obviously reminds me of the beach. Can't wait to go this summa!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5407976496609015558?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5407976496609015558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5407976496609015558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5407976496609015558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5407976496609015558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/soak-up-sun.html' title='Soak Up the Sun'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KIYiGA_rIls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7738252835360708146</id><published>2011-05-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:31:33.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cRM70Jw7F4M?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 5= A song that reminds you of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yup...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7738252835360708146?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7738252835360708146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7738252835360708146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7738252835360708146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7738252835360708146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cRM70Jw7F4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5431558285300895776</id><published>2011-05-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:41:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oYDDiqhhzbQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 4= A song that makes you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time in my life that I totally related to this song... And I cried every time I listened to it... Yup.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5431558285300895776?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5431558285300895776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5431558285300895776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5431558285300895776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5431558285300895776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oYDDiqhhzbQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-62055730007691336</id><published>2011-05-24T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:25:43.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BzE1mX4Px0I?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day Number 3= A song that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know what you're all thinking. Really Merrie? A teeny-bopper song? To me though, this isn't really a song like that. It has a good message to it that makes you feel good about yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-62055730007691336?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/62055730007691336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=62055730007691336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/62055730007691336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/62055730007691336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-says.html' title='Who Says'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BzE1mX4Px0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-109419658349048299</id><published>2011-05-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:48:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 2= Your least favoirte song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to describe how stupid and ridiculous this song is. Whoever recorded her, produced her or whatever, needs to be shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-109419658349048299?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/109419658349048299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=109419658349048299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/109419658349048299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/109419658349048299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CD2LRROpph0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-19689837595285892</id><published>2011-05-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:46:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jmtuwDddcos?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Number 1= Your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is "Ours" by The Bravery. I first came across this song listening to the Eclipse soundtrack. I instantly fell in love with it! I just love the beat and the lyrics. Every time I listen to it, I want to get up and just do something fun. It always puts me in a happy mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-19689837595285892?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/19689837595285892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=19689837595285892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/19689837595285892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/19689837595285892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/ours.html' title='Ours'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jmtuwDddcos/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5847627697991068639</id><published>2011-05-22T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:11:37.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>I decided that I quite enjoyed my little picture challenge. That being said, I have decided to do another challenge. Ready for it? *Drum Roll* I will be doing a thirty day song challenge! I know, I'm a dork. Please enjoy the music I post for the next thirty days.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5847627697991068639?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5847627697991068639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5847627697991068639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5847627697991068639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5847627697991068639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-843001335176088895</id><published>2011-05-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:27:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get'er Done!</title><content type='html'>So, I decided it was time that I finally finish my 30 day challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Number 25= A picture of your favorite day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have any of my baptism pics on my computer. In order to find some, I'd have to go through my closet, and I don't know if I'd be able to survive that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Number 26= A picture of something that means a lot to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ldssingleadultconferences.info/2010/sandiego/memorialdayweekend/Welcome_files/san_diego_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is representing the gospel. It truly is the most precious thing on this earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Number 27= A picture of yourself and a family member. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609353939819079218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rr3YlxNgi8/TdhtsEpapjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qse3jpRCN6Q/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I decided to do a whole family picture... Well, the most recent family picture I have anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Number 28= A picture of something you're afraid of. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://deathby1000papercuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/GreatWhiteShark500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I seriously about peed my pants when I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Number 29= A picture that can always make you smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174772_86746184549_4418676_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What girl wouldn't smile whenever she sees a Forever 21 store?;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Number 30= A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609360995723275970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahlMXYC60Ik/Tdh0Gx8EbsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/6bUsfGgc_Qw/s320/becks%2B085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-843001335176088895?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/843001335176088895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=843001335176088895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/843001335176088895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/843001335176088895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/geter-done.html' title='Get&apos;er Done!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rr3YlxNgi8/TdhtsEpapjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qse3jpRCN6Q/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2824063072521519231</id><published>2011-03-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:10:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>Day Number 24= A picture of something you wish you could change. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newsrealblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'NUFF SAID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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/2367434799812743498-2824063072521519231?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2824063072521519231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2824063072521519231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2824063072521519231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2824063072521519231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-9185712639607010231</id><published>2011-03-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:23:57.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>Day Number 23= A picture of your favorite book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HSykkBjPbY/S3yP4k6ZfEI/AAAAAAAABTY/PUhcjVvFeKw/s400/books_shakespeare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, here's the deal. I LOVE to read. Any chance I get, you will find me curled up in a ball with my eyes glued to a book. That being said, there is no way I can pick just ONE book to be my favorite. I can't even pick a top five. I love all the books I read. Granted, I like some more than others, but all of them are good. So, there is no way for me to choose just a single few. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.-I hope to have a room like this in my future home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-9185712639607010231?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/9185712639607010231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=9185712639607010231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9185712639607010231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9185712639607010231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-HSykkBjPbY/S3yP4k6ZfEI/AAAAAAAABTY/PUhcjVvFeKw/s72-c/books_shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-9036732375841743598</id><published>2011-03-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:45:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>Day Number 22= A picture of something you wish you were better at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 448px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2nilssons.com/kristy-nilsson-swan-lake-R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be really good... Now it seems I've lost all that I worked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-9036732375841743598?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/9036732375841743598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=9036732375841743598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9036732375841743598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9036732375841743598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2937624273907427350</id><published>2011-03-23T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:12:29.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>Day Number 21= A picture of your favorite night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587370106917285938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHBgaaKowxg/TYpTglNw8DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VxqPZqLbA-M/s320/Mormal%2B2011%2B488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MORMAL! Yes, Mormal was definitely the best this year. I'm pretty sure it was because I had the sweetest date, and I loved my dress. My date was such a gentleman though! He would open all my doors, treat me like a princess, and he even let me wear his jacket at the end of the night. So sweet!:)&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/2367434799812743498-2937624273907427350?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2937624273907427350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2937624273907427350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2937624273907427350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2937624273907427350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHBgaaKowxg/TYpTglNw8DI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VxqPZqLbA-M/s72-c/Mormal%2B2011%2B488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7715564573574802999</id><published>2011-03-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:37:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>Day Number 20= A picture of somewhere you would love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3012579547_097e27ced9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3012579547_097e27ced9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paris! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://uptill1.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Italy-09-511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://uptill1.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Italy-09-511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Italy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7715564573574802999?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7715564573574802999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7715564573574802999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7715564573574802999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7715564573574802999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3012579547_097e27ced9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6429389209662978365</id><published>2011-03-20T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:41:55.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>Day Number 19= A picture of you when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249534840824626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBfmyJfLKN0/TYZYWs7g4zI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1SQxDzWGX1o/s320/10-31-2010%2B02%253B49%253B30PM.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I was quite a sassy little thing...;)&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/2367434799812743498-6429389209662978365?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6429389209662978365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6429389209662978365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6429389209662978365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6429389209662978365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBfmyJfLKN0/TYZYWs7g4zI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1SQxDzWGX1o/s72-c/10-31-2010%2B02%253B49%253B30PM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5361916569397402182</id><published>2011-03-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:50:52.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Day Number 18= A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO WAY I am publicly posting that. Sorry suckas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5361916569397402182?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5361916569397402182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5361916569397402182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5361916569397402182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5361916569397402182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-919758189049858473</id><published>2011-03-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:31:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I know I've kind of gotten off my whole thirty day challenge thing, I am very sorry. I just had a lot going on. We're back on track now!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 17= A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priesthood blessings are amazing!!!!! Seriously, I don't know what I would do without them. When I was little, I would ask my dad, pretty much every night, to give me a blessing because I was pretty sure I had a fatal disease and would not live through the night. With the comforting words he said, I was able to go to sleep, and make it through the night without some fatal incident happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-919758189049858473?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/919758189049858473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=919758189049858473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/919758189049858473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/919758189049858473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5624424549266501349</id><published>2011-03-11T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:11:41.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>Day Number 16= A picture of the person you'd like to trade places with for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm...huh? I'm not going to lie, there are a ton of things I don't really like about myself, but I'm willing to live with them. I'm pretty content with who I am, so there really isn't anyone who I would like to trade places with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5624424549266501349?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5624424549266501349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5624424549266501349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5624424549266501349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5624424549266501349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2311308282163116445</id><published>2011-03-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:50:22.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>Day Number 15= A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://edgewriter.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/baby31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know most of you would never believe this... but its true. I don't like sticky little fingers. And that whole diaper concept, I'm still not too sure about. But, before I die, I want to be a mother just like my mom and sister. Precious stuff, right?&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/2367434799812743498-2311308282163116445?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2311308282163116445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2311308282163116445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2311308282163116445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2311308282163116445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-514662753063148389</id><published>2011-03-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:14:42.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>Day Number 14= A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582159418953351138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWGQlypTjsM/TXfQan5Qv-I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nqKbhLYrHdk/s320/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yup, that's my dog. I was sick a few weeks ago, and during that period of sickness, I was home alone often 'cause I couldn't go out in public. While being sick, I did A LOT of thinking and I realised how grateful I am for my dog. Without him, I would be in a house all by myself too scared to go from one room to another. But with him, I have a constant little shadow following me around. He is such a good companion for me... I'm pathetic.&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/2367434799812743498-514662753063148389?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/514662753063148389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=514662753063148389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/514662753063148389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/514662753063148389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWGQlypTjsM/TXfQan5Qv-I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nqKbhLYrHdk/s72-c/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-651393765416941628</id><published>2011-03-08T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:39:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>Day Number 13= A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.countrycalifornia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/swift-farts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only is she down to earth and quirky, but her lyrics are ah-mazing!!! No matter what kind of mood you are in, she has a song that fits perfectly with it. She's the best!!!:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some Favorite Songs: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Story &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture to Burn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enchanted &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better Than Revenge &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never Grow Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-651393765416941628?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/651393765416941628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=651393765416941628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/651393765416941628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/651393765416941628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7354910255946142662</id><published>2011-03-07T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:33:38.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>Day Number 12= A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm sappy. I know. But what can I say?? I LOVE being an Auntie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VeQ8I9ef-E/TXcCFxeKIEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1XxhuTMCd-4/s1600/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581932561351450690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VeQ8I9ef-E/TXcCFxeKIEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1XxhuTMCd-4/s320/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiMX8dDWaZ4/TXcC14-O13I/AAAAAAAAAfk/fkJHGeLM5_M/s1600/Arsenic%2Band%2BOld%2BLace%2B498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581933387998746482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiMX8dDWaZ4/TXcC14-O13I/AAAAAAAAAfk/fkJHGeLM5_M/s320/Arsenic%2Band%2BOld%2BLace%2B498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mateo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lilly Bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7354910255946142662?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7354910255946142662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7354910255946142662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7354910255946142662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7354910255946142662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VeQ8I9ef-E/TXcCFxeKIEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1XxhuTMCd-4/s72-c/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7324809617564461289</id><published>2011-03-06T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:21:38.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>Day Number 11= A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://uvtblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/saggypantswhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe this so called "style" with a fiery, burning passion. I don't even know how this became a style! Dear silly little boys, I do not appreciate going out in public and seeing your disgusting little cheeks hanging out of your baggy jeans. Please, do the whole world a favor, and PULL THEM UP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7324809617564461289?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7324809617564461289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7324809617564461289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7324809617564461289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7324809617564461289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4572020040476140218</id><published>2011-03-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:20:08.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Day Number 10= A picture of someone you do the silliest things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580785306598606866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZvEOLOnqDM/TXLuqweHiBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q-bNIpapv0U/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! That's my best friend! Her nickname is Katwoman, and that is how she shall be known for forever. Dear Kayla Ruth Andersen, this is a shout out to you. I LOVE YOU!!! love Snookie:) (By the way, I had the title of being called Snookie before that bimbo on that ridiculous show Jersey Shore. Just thought I'd let you all know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4572020040476140218?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4572020040476140218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4572020040476140218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4572020040476140218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4572020040476140218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZvEOLOnqDM/TXLuqweHiBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q-bNIpapv0U/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-9180893220308762464</id><published>2011-03-04T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:49:44.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day Number 9= A picture of someone who has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580452915798039794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN6bztucwAY/TXHAXEPvXPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0KEeLxWbko8/s320/Spring%2BBreak%2B080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know it just said for one person, but I decided to do two. My mom and dad both have been life savers in so many situations. I seriously do not know what I would do without them. I love them so much!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-9180893220308762464?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/9180893220308762464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=9180893220308762464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9180893220308762464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/9180893220308762464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN6bztucwAY/TXHAXEPvXPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0KEeLxWbko8/s72-c/Spring%2BBreak%2B080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8563870394930816059</id><published>2011-03-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:04:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day Number 8= A picture that makes you laugh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580070470749723842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPED5x_XXnc/TXBkh1avHMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Li5Jt5T3V1w/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh what fiendish delight have in posting this picture! Not to worry, he and I have been able to smooth over the huge argument we were in. That being said, I think even he would get a kick out of this.;)&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/2367434799812743498-8563870394930816059?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8563870394930816059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8563870394930816059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8563870394930816059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8563870394930816059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPED5x_XXnc/TXBkh1avHMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Li5Jt5T3V1w/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-820718479239179332</id><published>2011-03-02T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:17:26.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day Number 7= A picture of your most treasure item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579718194780989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xP0foqCch8Q/TW8kIrK0afI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_ilNE5113sk/s400/I%2527m%2BSo%2BVain%2521%2521%2521%2521%2B111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly could not go through life just seeing a black canvas. I would go nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-820718479239179332?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/820718479239179332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=820718479239179332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/820718479239179332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/820718479239179332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xP0foqCch8Q/TW8kIrK0afI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_ilNE5113sk/s72-c/I%2527m%2BSo%2BVain%2521%2521%2521%2521%2B111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5368174996539618592</id><published>2011-03-01T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:27:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Day Number 6= A picture of someone who inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.themoralliberal.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/dieter-f-uchtdorf-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Who does not just simply love this man? I think he is so sweet and precious! He really won a way into my heart with his address to the Young Women in March of 2010. So all of you can enjoy it, I included it in this post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Heavenly Father offers to you the greatest gift of all—eternal life—and the opportunity and infinite blessing of your own “happily ever after.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dear young sisters all around the world, I am grateful and honored to be with you today. President Thomas S. Monson and all the leaders of the Church love you; we pray for you, and we rejoice in your faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have been exposed to many beautiful languages—each of them is fascinating and remarkable; each has its particular charm. But as different as these languages can be, they often have things in common. For example, in most languages there exists a phrase as magical and full of promise as perhaps any in the world. That phrase is “Once upon a time.”&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t those wonderful words to begin a story? “Once upon a time” promises something: a story of adventure and romance, a story of princesses and princes. It may include tales of courage, hope, and everlasting love. In many of these stories, nice overcomes mean and good overcomes evil. But perhaps most of all, I love it when we turn to the last page and our eyes reach the final lines and we see the enchanting words “And they lived happily ever after.”&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that what we all desire: to be the heroes and heroines of our own stories; to triumph over adversity; to experience life in all its beauty; and, in the end, to live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to draw your attention to something very significant, very extraordinary. On the first page of your Young Women Personal Progress book, you will find these words: “You are a beloved daughter of Heavenly Father, prepared to come to the earth at this particular time for a sacred and glorious purpose.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#1" jquery1299025344853="16"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, those words are true! They are not made up in a fairy tale! Isn’t it remarkable to know that our eternal Heavenly Father knows you, hears you, watches over you, and loves you with an infinite love? In fact, His love for you is so great that He has granted you this earthly life as a precious gift of “once upon a time,” complete with your own true story of adventure, trial, and opportunities for greatness, nobility, courage, and love. And, most glorious of all, He offers you a gift beyond price and comprehension. Heavenly Father offers to you the greatest gift of all—eternal life—and the opportunity and infinite blessing of your own “happily ever after.”&lt;br /&gt;But such a blessing does not come without a price. It is not given simply because you desire it. It comes only through understanding who you are and what you must become in order to be worthy of such a gift.&lt;br /&gt;Trial Is Part of the Journey&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, think back about your favorite fairy tale. In that story the main character may be a princess or a peasant; she might be a mermaid or a milkmaid, a ruler or a servant. You will find one thing all have in common: they must overcome adversity.&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella has to endure her wicked stepmother and evil stepsisters. She is compelled to suffer long hours of servitude and ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;In “Beauty and the Beast,” Belle becomes a captive to a frightful-looking beast in order to save her father. She sacrifices her home and family, all she holds dear, to spend several months in the beast’s castle.&lt;br /&gt;In the tale “Rumpelstiltskin,” a poor miller promises the king that his daughter can spin straw into gold. The king immediately sends for her and locks her in a room with a mound of straw and a spinning wheel. Later in the story she faces the danger of losing her firstborn child unless she can guess the name of the magical creature who helped her in this impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;In each of these stories, Cinderella, Belle, and the miller’s daughter have to experience sadness and trial before they can reach their “happily ever after.” Think about it. Has there ever been a person who did not have to go through his or her own dark valley of temptation, trial, and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiched between their “once upon a time” and “happily ever after,” they all had to experience great adversity. Why must all experience sadness and tragedy? Why could we not simply live in bliss and peace, each day filled with wonder, joy, and love?&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures tell us there must be opposition in all things, for without it we could not discern the sweet from the bitter. &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#2" jquery1299025344853="17"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; Would the marathon runner feel the triumph of finishing the race had she not felt the pain of the hours of pushing against her limits? Would the pianist feel the joy of mastering an intricate sonata without the painstaking hours of practice?&lt;br /&gt;In stories, as in life, adversity teaches us things we cannot learn otherwise. Adversity helps to develop a depth of character that comes in no other way. Our loving Heavenly Father has set us in a world filled with challenges and trials so that we, through opposition, can learn wisdom, become stronger, and experience joy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you a personal experience I had as a teenager while our family was attending church in Frankfurt, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday the missionaries brought a new family to our meetings whom I hadn’t seen before. It was a mother with two beautiful daughters. I thought that these missionaries were doing a very, very good job.&lt;br /&gt;I particularly took notice of the one daughter with gorgeous dark hair and large brown eyes. Her name was Harriet, and I think I fell in love with her from the first moment I saw her. Unfortunately, this beautiful young woman didn’t seem to feel the same about me. She had many young men who wanted to make her acquaintance, and I began to wonder if she would ever see me as anything but a friend. But I didn’t let that deter me. I figured out ways to be where she was. When I passed the sacrament, I made sure I was in the right position so that I would be the one to pass the sacrament to her.&lt;br /&gt;When we had special activities at church, I rode my bike to Harriet’s house and rang the doorbell. Harriet’s mother usually answered. In fact, she opened the kitchen window of their apartment on the fourth floor and asked what I wanted. I would ask if Harriet would like a ride to church on my bicycle. Harriet’s mother would say, “No, she will be coming later, but I will be happy to ride with you to church.” This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but how could I decline?&lt;br /&gt;And so we rode to church. I must admit I had a very impressive road bike. Harriet’s mother sat on the top tube bar just in front of me, and I tried to be the most elegant bicycle driver over roads of rough cobblestone.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed. While beautiful Harriet was seeing many other young men, it seemed that I could not make any headway with her.&lt;br /&gt;Was I disappointed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Was I defeated? Absolutely not!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, looking back I recognize that it doesn’t hurt at all to be on good terms with the mother of the girl of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, after I had finished my training as a fighter pilot in the air force, I experienced a modern miracle in Harriet’s response to my continued courting. One day she said, “Dieter, you have matured much over these past years.”&lt;br /&gt;I moved quickly after that, and within a few months I was married to the woman I had loved ever since I first saw her. The process hadn’t been easy—there were moments of suffering and despair—but finally my happiness was full, and it still is, even more so.&lt;br /&gt;My dear young sisters, you need to know that you will experience your own adversity. None is exempt. You will suffer, be tempted, and make mistakes. You will learn for yourself what every heroine has learned: through overcoming challenges come growth and strength.&lt;br /&gt;It is your reaction to adversity, not the adversity itself, that determines how your life’s story will develop.&lt;br /&gt;There are those among you who, although young, have already suffered a full measure of grief and sorrow. My heart is filled with compassion and love for you. How dear you are to the Church. How beloved you are of your Heavenly Father. Though it may seem that you are alone, angels attend you. Though you may feel that no one can understand the depth of your despair, our Savior, Jesus Christ, understands. He suffered more than we can possibly imagine, and He did it for us; He did it for you. You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel your burden is too great to bear, lift your heart to your Heavenly Father, and He will uphold and bless you. He says to you, as He said to Joseph Smith, “[Your] adversity and [your] afflictions shall be but a small moment; and then, if [you] endure it well, God shall exalt [you] on high.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#3" jquery1299025344853="18"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring adversity is not the only thing you must do to experience a happy life. Let me repeat: how you react to adversity and temptation is a critical factor in whether or not you arrive at your own “happily ever after.”&lt;br /&gt;Stay True to What You Know Is Right&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, young sisters, beloved young sisters, stay true to what you know is right. Everywhere you look today, you will find promises of happiness. Ads in magazines promise total bliss if you will only buy a certain outfit, shampoo, or makeup. Certain media productions glamorize those who embrace evil or who give in to base instincts. Often these same people are portrayed as models of success and accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;In a world where evil is portrayed as good and good as evil, sometimes it is difficult to know the truth. In some ways it is almost like Little Red Riding Hood’s dilemma: when you are not quite sure what you are seeing, is it a beloved grandmother or is it a dangerous wolf?&lt;br /&gt;I spent many years in the cockpit of an airplane. My task was to get a big jet safely from any part of the world to our desired destination. I knew with certainty that if I wanted to travel from New York to Rome, I needed to fly east. If some were to tell me that I should fly south, I knew there was no truth in their words. I would not trust them because I knew for myself. No amount of persuasion, no amount of flattery, bribery, or threats could convince me that flying south would get me to my destination because I knew.&lt;br /&gt;We all search for happiness, and we all try to find our own “happily ever after.” The truth is, God knows how to get there! And He has created a map for you; He knows the way. He is your beloved Heavenly Father, who seeks your good, your happiness. He desires with all the love of a perfect and pure Father that you reach your supernal destination. The map is available to all. It gives explicit directions of what to do and where to go to everyone who is striving to come unto Christ and “stand as [a witness] of God at all times and in all things, and in all places.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#4" jquery1299025344853="19"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; All you have to do is trust your Heavenly Father. Trust Him enough to follow His plan.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, not all will follow the map. They may look at it. They may think it is reasonable, perhaps even true. But they do not follow the divine directions. Many believe that any road will take them to a “happily ever after.” Some may even become angry when others who know the way try to help and tell them. They suppose that such advice is outdated, irrelevant, out of touch with modern life.&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, they suppose wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel Is the Way to Happily Ever After&lt;br /&gt;I understand that, at times, some may wonder why they attend Church meetings or why it is so important to read the scriptures regularly or pray to our Heavenly Father daily. Here is my answer: You do these things because they are part of God’s path for you. And that path will take you to your “happily ever after” destination.&lt;br /&gt;“Happily ever after” is not something found only in fairy tales. You can have it! It is available for you! But you must follow your Heavenly Father’s map.&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, please embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ! Learn to love your Heavenly Father with all your heart, might, and mind. Fill your souls with virtue, and love goodness. Always strive to bring out the best in yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to accept and act upon the Young Women values. Live the standards in For the Strength of Youth. These standards guide and direct you to your “happily ever after.” Living these standards will prepare you to make sacred covenants in the temple and establish your own legacy of goodness in your individual circumstances. “Stand … in holy places, and be not moved,” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#5" jquery1299025344853="20"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; regardless of temptations or difficulties. I promise you that future generations will be grateful for you and praise your name for your courage and faithfulness during this crucial time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;My dear young sisters—you who stand for truth and righteousness, you who seek goodness, you who have entered the waters of baptism and walk in the ways of the Lord—our Father in Heaven has promised that you will “mount up with wings as eagles; [you] shall run, and not be weary; and [you] shall walk, and not faint.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#6" jquery1299025344853="21"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; You “shall not be deceived.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#7" jquery1299025344853="22"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; God will bless and prosper you. &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#8" jquery1299025344853="23"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; “The gates of hell shall not prevail against you; … and the Lord God will disperse the powers of darkness from before you, and cause the heavens to shake for your good, and his name’s glory.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#9" jquery1299025344853="24"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, we love you. We pray for you. Be strong and of good courage. You are truly royal spirit daughters of Almighty God. You are princesses, destined to become queens. Your own wondrous story has already begun. Your “once upon a time” is now.&lt;br /&gt;As an Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ, I leave you my blessing and give you a promise that as you accept and live the values and principles of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, “[you] will be prepared to strengthen home and family, make and keep sacred covenants, receive the ordinances of the temple, and enjoy the blessings of exaltation.” &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng#10" jquery1299025344853="25"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; And the day will come when you turn the final pages of your own glorious story; there you will read and experience the fulfillment of those blessed and wonderful words: “And they lived happily ever after.” Of this I testify in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen. - Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5368174996539618592?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5368174996539618592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5368174996539618592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5368174996539618592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5368174996539618592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2477257939635355646</id><published>2011-02-28T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:46:28.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Day Number 5= A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578905500718264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2xkrLNgX94/TWxA_p3I8hI/AAAAAAAAAes/HSP55mm2v7U/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aww, yes, my sweet 16 at Disneyland. I had been wanting for years to go to Disneyland for my birthday. Finally, after years of putting it off, we went. At the beginning of the day, it was going great! And that is all I am going to focus on when I think about my birthday at "The Happiest Place on Earth." Not my ride of shame in my nephew's stroller with a barf bag. Mmm-mm. Nope. Not going there.&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/2367434799812743498-2477257939635355646?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2477257939635355646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2477257939635355646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2477257939635355646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2477257939635355646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2xkrLNgX94/TWxA_p3I8hI/AAAAAAAAAes/HSP55mm2v7U/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8447037278200571300</id><published>2011-02-27T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:11:35.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day Number 4= A picture of something you wish you could forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578494436338674482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCe4_AuHs-4/TWrLIjt1qzI/AAAAAAAAAec/WF28hM1JFMc/s320/DLand%2B909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know what you all are thinking, and no, my wish is not to forget about Valentine's Day. This picture actually was taken during a period of my life that I wish I could forget. Every time I look at these pictures, I remember the long days of my depression and the scary thoughts and feelings that went along with it.&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/2367434799812743498-8447037278200571300?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8447037278200571300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8447037278200571300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8447037278200571300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8447037278200571300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCe4_AuHs-4/TWrLIjt1qzI/AAAAAAAAAec/WF28hM1JFMc/s72-c/DLand%2B909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2968525734921982968</id><published>2011-02-26T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:22:07.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day Number 3= A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578110882589972082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bth9UTRHzQA/TWluSyqEFnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FtMilh-CckA/s320/236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was a tough one to decide on. I've been in so many fun shows, I didn't know which one to choose from. When I really thought about it though, I knew that our production of &lt;em&gt;The Tempest&lt;/em&gt; had to be my favorite. Everyone in the cast had so much fun putting it together!&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/2367434799812743498-2968525734921982968?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2968525734921982968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2968525734921982968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2968525734921982968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2968525734921982968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bth9UTRHzQA/TWluSyqEFnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FtMilh-CckA/s72-c/236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5455005823327740755</id><published>2011-02-25T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:44:33.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day number 2= A picture of you and someone who you used to be close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577776366818091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yahHYmJ7AOI/TWg-DaTC4WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/j0I6yz-3ZFo/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This guy and I used to be super close. Our relationship was more of a brother/sister type thing. Then, some stuff happened, and things went down hill from there. Now we don't even look at each other... Funny how much things can change, isn't it?&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/2367434799812743498-5455005823327740755?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5455005823327740755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5455005823327740755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5455005823327740755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5455005823327740755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yahHYmJ7AOI/TWg-DaTC4WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/j0I6yz-3ZFo/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2521%2B401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6194902823780277522</id><published>2011-02-24T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:19:14.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have decided that since my life right now is rather boring and...well... basically sucks, instead of getting on here and wining about *in winy voice* "How horrible my life is and yada yada yada", you know, all that deep emotional crap that most teenage girls are pretty darn sure is going to kill them, I'm going to do a 30 day picture challenge. I figured it would be better than having all my avid readers *cough* who are rather few...more like one... read about what I don't like about my life right now. So here we go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Number 1= A picture of yourself with ten facts. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577490624618003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF1owZk80g/TWc6LBpte4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/opN_yGzVAVo/s320/Wanna%2BBe%2BModel%2B103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I am a 17 year old who does not have her licence...or permit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I have the CUTEST nieces and nephews. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I am slightly special at times, my family members can agree with that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I LOVE to act and be on stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I am currently not a big fan of the whole school thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Math is, without a doubt, my worst subject. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I danced for ten years and loved it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I have a really bad chest cold right now that is driving me insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Stupid people irritate me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I love to wear my PJ's allllll day long.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6194902823780277522?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6194902823780277522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6194902823780277522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6194902823780277522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6194902823780277522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF1owZk80g/TWc6LBpte4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/opN_yGzVAVo/s72-c/Wanna%2BBe%2BModel%2B103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3504414061494831207</id><published>2011-02-22T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:49:58.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-----&gt; . &lt;------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3504414061494831207?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3504414061494831207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3504414061494831207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3504414061494831207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3504414061494831207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='-----&gt; . &lt;------'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4243864224854343030</id><published>2011-02-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:57:22.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your..." Ooops, JK!</title><content type='html'>As of lately, I have really REALLY wanted to have long, luscious locks of hair. I was just getting tired of never being able to switch my hairstyle up every now and then. As you all know, I'm a little short on have those wavy locks of hair mentioned. In fact, for me to get that kind of hair would take some patience from me, something I don't have. I have gone through a particular vicious cycle the last couple of years. This cycle always starts off with me wanting to grow my hair out. I'll go for several weeks, and my hair will reach a point of just looking dull. In order to fix that problem, I'd cut my hair again, go for a while with that look, and eventually, the cycle would begin again. To avoid this cycle, I came up with the brilliant idea of getting extensions. Genius, right?! With extensions, I would not have to wait for an excruciating amount of time to get long hair, I would just have to attach it to my head and I'd be good to go. I pestered my mom for weeks about it, but she just didn't see the absolute brilliancy of my plan.&lt;br /&gt;This last Saturday while we were at the mall, my mom finally saw the light and decided to go along with my plan. We purchased the extensions, and later that night, we put them in. The extensions I got were the glue in type, which we thought would be better than the ones you have to sew on. At first, I was ecstatic. My days of having long, luscious locks had finally arrived! It was so much fun to curly my hair, something I have had no hair to do with for quite awhile. As time went on though, that hair that I had thought would be so grand, seriously started to annoy me. I wasn't used to having so much hair to deal with. Also with extensions, I was somewhat limited to what I could and couldn't do with my hair. What I wanted more than anything, was to pull my new pride and joy up into a high pony tail and get it out of my way. Unfortunately, that was one of those things I was unable to do. I decided to tough it out for a little longer though.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to bed Sunday night, I braided my hair into a pony tail hoping that would keep it out of my way. However, I woke up later that night to find the braid wrapped around my neck. After that, I was determined the hair I had brought into my life was trying to kill me. Right as I got up the next morning, I informed my mother the hair had to go. When we purchased the hair, we also purchased a liquid that would dissolve the glue. For some odd reason, I thought this process would be just as easy as putting the extensions on. Oh how I was wrong... It took hours to get the glue out of my hair! I endured, what felt like an eternity, of yanking and pulling of the hair to get the gunk off of my head. To make matters worse, we had to use so much of the liquid to remove the glue, it made my head a nasty, greasy mess.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was done with the most pain my head has ever had to endure, I was so grateful for my pixie cut. You see, with my sassy short hair, I don't have to worry about it strangling me in the middle of the night... Oh, and Mom, you were wise to resist my delusional scheme.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4243864224854343030?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4243864224854343030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4243864224854343030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4243864224854343030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4243864224854343030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/rapunzel-rapunzel-let-down-your-ooops.html' title='&quot;Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your...&quot; Ooops, JK!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6048753106614724732</id><published>2011-01-16T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:01:27.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww!:)</title><content type='html'>Well, since it is a new year, I decided that I should have a resolution of trying to post more. The only problem with that is I haven't had anything to post about, until now.:)&lt;br /&gt;This year for Mormal (a formal my church holds), I really wanted someone to ask me, instead of having to ask someone. I know that probably sounds dumb, but that's just how my mind has been working lately. Anyways, I discussed that with my mom, and later that day, she and one her friends, Mal, were talking, and she brought that up. A few days later, Mal was getting rid of Christmas cards when she came across one of a family she knows very well. This family just happens to have a son close to my age. She texted his mom and inquired if he would like to go to mormal and if he already had a date. His mother replied that he would like to go to mormal and that he did not have a date. Mal then proceeded to tell his mother about me and suggested that he and I go together. His mom ran it by him, and he said he'd like to go on a date first. I, at the time, had no idea this was going on. Eventually the whole thing was relayed to me. I was completely shocked, but agreed to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;The guy decided that he would like to meet me and ask me out in person, which I thought was sweet. A church dance was coming up, so we decided that was where the meeting would take place. The plan was, since I knew what he looked like, that I would look out &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; him and introduce myself. Nine-thirty rolls around, and he still hasn't shown up. So, by that time, I was pretty sure that he had stood me up. Just as I was pretty sure that was the case I hear, "We have a special announcement to make. Will a Merrie Woessner please come to the DJ?" I was pretty darn confused when that happened, so I walked up to where the DJ was rather cautiously. When I got there, I was even more surprised to find the guy I had been waiting to meet standing there holding a bouquet of roses and the microphone. As I approached him, he got down on one knee and asked, "Will you go to mormal with me?" Oh I was so surprised, and though it was so unbelievably adorable that I just stood there smiling like a dork. Eventually I came to my senses, accepted the flowers, took the microphone and told him that I would love to go to mormal with him.&lt;br /&gt;This lovely event happened last night, and I'm still smiling like a dork while writing this. The flowers are currently in my kitchen. There is also a picture of them on my facebook.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6048753106614724732?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6048753106614724732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6048753106614724732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6048753106614724732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6048753106614724732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww!:)'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5075839600738335325</id><published>2010-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:56:47.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Bashing</title><content type='html'>This summer I am having to make up the second semester of 10th grade English. I am totally fine with that part. Does it suck that I have to do homework during the summer? Oh yeah! Would I rather being doing something else? Most definitely! Do they assign a ton of homework? You have absolutely no idea! Can I live with it though? Yes. Believe it or not, I can. My main complaint about summer school, is the name of the school that I am attending.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a program through my regular school online titled Cyber High... Really? You know what it reminds me of? A ridiculous movie made a few years ago about super hero teenagers that go to a school called Sky High. Yup, that is my main affliction with doing summer school. I know that may be the stupidest thing ever, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5075839600738335325?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5075839600738335325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5075839600738335325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5075839600738335325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5075839600738335325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-bashing.html' title='School Bashing'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6274598833920195907</id><published>2010-06-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:45:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live!!!!</title><content type='html'>As all of you avid readers of mine read in my last post, my next post would be about that not-so-fun medical time of mine. However, I have decided, not to blog about that. I mean, honestly, who really wants to read about that time of my life? Um, NO ONE! So this post is going to be about... whatever I feel like writing about. I don't remember when my last post was exactly, but I do know that it was a long time ago. That being said, lot's of things happened since now and then, and I don't really remember everything that happened right off the top of my head. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was so busy with school work, the play, and putting my life back together, I didn't have much of a life to blog about. Now that summer is here, I have been party central over here. Between birthday parties, graduation parties, and school work (Yes, I have to take summer school. Depressing. I know.) my life has been jam packed with action. With my life being so action packed, I hopefully will have more to blog about, and will also actually blog. To all of you, my handful of avid readers, I have the goal to blog frequently during the summer. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6274598833920195907?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6274598833920195907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6274598833920195907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6274598833920195907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6274598833920195907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-live.html' title='I Live!!!!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2128231728466914647</id><published>2010-01-11T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:13:17.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Doctors Appointment</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in an earlier post, I got really sick on my birthday which was December 18th. At the time, all we though I had was the flu. However, after the feeling of having to throw didn't go away and at times would become unbearable, we decided that there was something that was actually wrong with me. Right when school started up again, I went to the doctor and he gave me some medication to block acid, 'cause the symptoms I have sound a lot like acid reflex. A few days after that, we went to the movies, and I was doing just fine that day. Towards the end of the movie, I had a panic attack and had to leave the theater immediately. Needless to say, something is definitely wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;At the first doctors appointment they made an appointment for me to get a scope done, which is what the appointment today was for. I was pretty nervous going in to the appointment. My unease vanished instantly when the doctor started talking to me. He told me that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to worry, and that we would get down to the bottom of whatever this thing that I have is.&lt;br /&gt; Before we have the scope done, I'm going to do this other thing; I'm going to drink some nasty milkshake type thing while getting an x-ray taken of my throat, so they can see if there's anything in there. The doctor also had me do some blood tests, which was the worst part of the whole day. I've never had a problem with getting blood work done, even when I was little, believe it or not. I would sit there, watch them stick the needle in me, and then watch the blood fill up the little tubes, and I'd be just fine! Today however, with all the weird things that have been going on with my body, it was horrible! I saw the lady pull out a giant needle and about busted out of the room. With all the tests that they were going to do, they needed a lot of blood. So, I filled about five of those tubes and was uber dizzy by the time they were done. The lady who was doing it just sat there and chatted with me like we were out to lunch together having a grand 'ole time, I thought she was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today, I am feeling pretty good. I'm really hoping that we'll be able to figure out whatever this is, and I'll be able to go back to a normal schedule. Wish me luck! Oh, and I'll be sure to keep you posted on the developments of this case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2128231728466914647?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2128231728466914647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2128231728466914647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2128231728466914647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2128231728466914647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-doctors-appointment.html' title='Second Doctors Appointment'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-929823907842667402</id><published>2010-01-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:18:57.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Today was an extremely emotional day for my family. My dad's father (my grandpa) passed away several days ago, and today was his funeral. Through out the whole process, I wasn't too bothered by the fact that he had died. Being there today though, it was almost as if something had snapped inside of me, and I just cried. Grandpa lived a good long life, and he will dearly be missed, but I do think he's happy right now. Who would have known, that this beloved man's funeral, would bring one of his dear sons and sweet granddaughters together again after not seeing each other for years? That son, was my father; and the granddaughter, my older sister. We may have lost someone today, but another was found. Along with this one who was found, six more came along with it. I saw a niece and nephew today, that I had never seen before. As well as another who I hadn't seen in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;It truly is amazing how the Lord works. We all know that saying, "The Lord works in mysterious ways." Well, that is definitely true, but He loves us. Through the whole funeral, there was one thing that brought comfort to my family and I, we will see grandpa again. And we all know that for a fact. Goodbye for now Grandpa, we love you and do indeed miss you, but it's not goodbye for forever. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-929823907842667402?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/929823907842667402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=929823907842667402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/929823907842667402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/929823907842667402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/till-we-meet-again-grandpa.html' title='Till We Meet Again Grandpa'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3823082144435821609</id><published>2010-01-03T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:10:30.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Like every other year, I made new year resolutions. This year, however, these goals are slightly different. For the past few years, whenever I would make these goals, I wouldn't put a whole lot of thought into them. I always had the attitude of, "I have everything I want, and I'm everything I want to be and more." The past couple of years have been kind of difficult for me. I've done and gone through things that I'm not necessarily proud of. But these experiences have taught me many important lessons though. With these not so smart decisions have come consequences that I have faced. Along with the consequences came a very painful maturing process. By the time I came to terms with everything that had happened, I found myself in a little bit of a predicament. I no longer felt strong and self-assured, but weak and lost. Depression set in, and I found myself escaping anyway I could. Finally, I'm proud to say, I've woken up from a dreary world and found light. This light did not come from just one object, but from several; my mom, sister, father, brother-in-law, nephew, friends, Sis. Russell, seminary, the gospel, and Jesus Christ. With all of these amazing beacons, I learned that I COULD be happy, and that I was also worthy to be happy. I hadn't really done anything that was terribly wrong, but I made myself believe that I had. &lt;br /&gt;These new year resolutions this year are much more thought out, serious, and personal than they ever have been. With the help of these new goals, I hope to be able to become the person who I really want to be; a happy Daughter of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be less uptight and stressed: have a few sessions with Ed. (Yes, I'm going to go see a counselor... It will also help with school though!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy: look for something everyday and write it down. (At least 3-5 things) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become more spiritual: Go to seminary everyday, read scriptures for ten minutes everyday, do service for others. (Ideas for service= helping around the house more, volunteer work at the school, do things with grandma.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strengthen my testimony: Bare my testimony... Girls camp, here I come!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn who I am and learn to love myself: Daily come up with something good about myself; Enrich and discover new talents. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in the Atonement: Each Sunday evening pray about it and come up with some kind of activity that will help the atonement be more real to me; do some reflections on the feelings I get doing these activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop living in my fantasy world: Spend less time in the bathroom. (Put a timer in the bathroom.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun and be less worried about things: Will be taken care of while fulfilling other goals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat healthier: Help mom plan a menu and follow though. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help more: Stop being lazy! Get up, go to seminary, get as much school work done before three, and then I'll actually have time to help and do other things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a hard worker: Will be taken care of by fulfilling other goals. (Don't waste time!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Personal Progress: Do something with it EVERY Sunday. (And don't complain about it.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep working on my story: Set aside some time every week to work on it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a place to dance: Look around... Be willing to take a risk and put myself out there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complain less and not be so snappy: Pray to catch myself from doing it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3823082144435821609?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3823082144435821609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3823082144435821609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3823082144435821609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3823082144435821609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8628892308535259882</id><published>2010-01-01T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:13:14.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad...</title><content type='html'>WHOA! It's already a new year, and I have not blogged for all the million things that went on during December...oops! I would personally like to apologize to my handful of avid readers, especially to the one who has accosted me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;, love you!). I'm not going to lie, the reason why I have not blogged is because I have not kept on it. And stuff kept piling up, and before I knew it, I had so many things to blog about, and I was too lazy to sit here and write about it and get it done. What can I say? Procrastination is my best friend, don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of December was the Christmas Melodrama; &lt;em&gt;The Santa Conspiracy &lt;/em&gt;written by the talented Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harlander&lt;/span&gt;. A very famous, young, intelligent, and childish toy maker has banned Santa to another dimension. Few years later, an absentminded professor creates a new invention that will break down these other dimensions. The performance consists of the toymaker and a few others trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;getrid&lt;/span&gt; of this machine before it is turned on. In the end, the good conquer and the bad or given coal for Christmas. The first performance was...definitely not our greatest. However, we made up for it the second night and wowed everyone who was there with our talent. The third night was still good, but the best performance was the second. Once again, everyone had a wonderful time working on this performance and then sharing it with others.&lt;br /&gt;Right after all that fun, were finals. All I have to say about this particular time period is, I'm glad it's done. I obviously did not do that bad on them thankfully. I am proud to say that I got straight A's. &lt;br /&gt;Finals thankfully did not take up that much time, and before I knew it, I was on my way to the happiest place on Earth to celebrate my 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Yes everyone, I went to Disneyland for my birthday. At first, everything was going great! Rode Star Tours and Space Mountain for the first time, and went on several other rides. Then.... I got sick...and had to leave. Where I got sick was in Frontier land (aka. in the BACK of Disneyland). At the moment, I did not feel like walking. So, I rode in my nephew's stroller through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DLand&lt;/span&gt; with my barf bag, rocking back and forth, and humming out loud to try and distract myself. I did not make eye contact with anyone, but I felt their questioning stares as I went by. This sad, tragic story does have an happy ending though! I felt better as the day went on and we were able to go back into the park to see the beautiful Christmas lights and fire work show. I am very proud to say that I got a fire work show for my birthday. How many people can honestly say that? &lt;br /&gt;Christmas followed shortly after, and it was a lot of fun! I got lots of fun new clothes and have enjoyed wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note, my Grandpa has recently passed away. However, even though he is gone, it is not goodbye forever. I will see him again someday, I know that for a fact.:)&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, I went to the New Years dance, and it was so much fun. I've been having a problem of getting sick at random points, and it seems to always happen while I am in public. So, I was a little worried about that happening at the dance. Thankfully, I did not get sick and I was able to dance the night away with some of my amazing friends. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8628892308535259882?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8628892308535259882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8628892308535259882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8628892308535259882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8628892308535259882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-bad.html' title='My Bad...'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6571781075460905932</id><published>2009-11-15T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:50:19.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Witty!</title><content type='html'>This little experience of mine happened last Sunday after YW in Excellence, I was more focused on the spirit that night though for it to have bothered me enough to blog about it. Now I just find the story quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;As I was putting my display items away, I had two girls who I know come up and start talking to me. One of these girls is in my seminary class, so as they went to leave I said to the one girl, "Alrighty, it was fun chatting with you. I'll see you tomorrow morning bright and early!" Her reply to that was, "Uh, I highly doubt that." Not letting it affect me I went on earnestly and said, "No, really! If I want to be able to drive, I have to go to seminary for two weeks in a row. Hopefully after I've gone for two weeks, it will just be a habit by then." For all of you who know me, you all know that I am NOT a morning person, and seminary is at 5:30 in the morning. That's all I'm gonna say about it. She then said to me, "Yeah right Merrie, you went for the first month and it didn't become a habit. So I don't think it's gonna happen this time either." I just looked at her for a moment and then smiled slyly and said, "Oh ye of little faith." She then snapped back, "Do you even know the scripture reference for that?" I innocently inquired back, "Do you???" And after that she stormed off. I didn't stop smiling the whole night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6571781075460905932?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6571781075460905932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6571781075460905932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6571781075460905932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6571781075460905932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-so-witty.html' title='Oh So Witty!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3085518512049498576</id><published>2009-11-15T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:30:56.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Worse</title><content type='html'>You know, in my many experiences' of life, I have found that there is absolutely nothing worse, than a bad hair day. Guys don't realize how easy they have it, they really don't! They don't feel the need to try and perfect themselves with foundation, blush, mascara, etc. Not only do they not have to worry about makeup, they also don't have to worry about their hair. All they have to do is roll out of bed, put some clothes on and they're good. I find this all very unfair because since they don't have to worry about their hair and makeup, they also get more time to sleep. So, in my personal opinion, women have been cursed by the media. I'm just sayin'!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to my story now. Seeing that today is Sunday, I always try to look my very best especially since I'm pretty sure there is a primary song about wearing your Sunday best... I don't know maybe not, the point is that I try to look really cute on Sundays. So, that means I actually try to get up early, that way I have enough time to all the million little things that I have to do to make myself look nice. Today I had a very cute outfit planned, and you know how with certain types of dress you have to do your hair a certain way? Like, you cant wear a beautiful evening gown and just throw your hair back into a pony tail, you need to do something fancy with it. Well that's how this outfit kind of is, you have to do something pretty with your hair in order for it to look right. I had decided to curl my hair, and for those of you who know me, you all know that my hair is naturally straight and since it is naturally straight, it doesn't hold curl very well. Every time I curl my hair I'm always very careful with it after because the curl falls out so easily. After I curled my hair today however, I realized that I really needed to shave my legs (I hate shaving my legs, by the way) so I just decided that I would do it really quickly. I used the bath tub nozzle and since it was cold, I obviously used hot water which was not a very smart idea... The steam from the water made my adorable little curls fall out, sad right? Needless to say, after my hair went from being super cute to super unattractive, I had to change my outfit and somehow find a way for my hair to look somewhat decent. Having to do all those extra things, also made it impossible for me to do my makeup nicely as well.&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes bad hair days so horrible, it throws you and your schedule off completely. Not only does your hair look like crap, but you didn't really do that great of a makeup job either, so that makes you feel miserable. I think what makes it even worse, is when it happens on a Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3085518512049498576?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3085518512049498576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3085518512049498576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3085518512049498576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3085518512049498576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-worse.html' title='Nothing Worse'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2249841887972785714</id><published>2009-11-09T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:06:51.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Her!</title><content type='html'>Haha ok, so I found this skit Taylor Swift did for SNL absolutely HILARIOUS! I just love how down to earth and cute she is too, she really does seem to be just one of the sweetest girls. Her lyrics are also amazing and something that I think that every girl can relate to, but they also can make a girl smile and laugh. I couldn't get the video attached to this post, but it is at the bottom, so please watch it and enjoy!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2249841887972785714?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2249841887972785714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2249841887972785714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2249841887972785714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2249841887972785714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-her.html' title='Love Her!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2730327507734720663</id><published>2009-11-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:52:14.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YW in Excellence</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had one of the most amazing opportunities to participate in the Bakersfield East's Stake Young Women in Excellence.  I have to say, tonight was one of the best nights I've had in a while.  The thing is, we live in a world where it's very easy to forget who you are and what your worth.  I had the sweetest reminder tonight while reading a story and being touched by the spirit many times through out the night. &lt;br /&gt;There was a song that was sung tonight at the beginning that was the song from Girl's Camp this year.  Even though I did not go to camp this year, the song holds a very special place in my heart.  The lyrics that touched me were, "Your a daughter, a child of God Be strong and remember who you are You are part of his great plan Reach up, He'll take your hand."  I know that I probably didn't get the words exactly right, but you get the main idea of what this sweet song is telling you.&lt;br /&gt;After the song there were a few talks, and then there was a presentation given.  Sis. Stacy Russell was the first to speak in this presentation.  She brought the purest and most innocent spirit with her as she got up and read her story.  I was the second to speak, and not really prepared for it.  The song that had just been sung, had made me start to crumble, and half way through my story, tears began to fall.  The story I read was on compassion: "It may be that the older we get, the more this story will mean to us. But we should learn it while we are young, for the sake of the generation coming before us. Once there was a feeble old woman whose husband died and left her all alone. So she went to live with her son and his wife and their own little daughter. Every day the old woman's sight dimmed and her hearing grew worse, and sometimes at dinner her hands trembled so badly the peas rolled off her spoon or the soup ran from her bowl. The son and his wife could not help but be annoyed at the way she spilled her meal all of the table, and one day, after she knocked over a glass of milk, the told each other enough was enough. They set up a small table for her in the corner next to the broom closet and made the old woman eat her meals there. She sat all alone, looking with tear filled eyes across the room at the others. Sometimes they spoke to her while they ate, but usually it was to scold her for dropping a bowl or a fork. One evening just before dinner, the little girl was busy playing on the floor with her building block, and her father asked her what she was making. 'I'm building a little table for you and mommy,' she smiled, 'so you can eat by yourselves in the corner someday when I get big.' Her parents sat staring at her for some time and then suddenly they both began to cry. The night they led the old woman back to her place at the big table. From then on she ate with the rest of the family, and her son and his wife never seemed to mind a bit when she spilled something every now and then. COMPASSION"  I had practiced this story so many times and not cried once, tonight however, the spirit was so strong.  Through all the other stories that the other young women read, I constantly had tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation was over, the young women's president spoke, but the talk that really meant a lot to me tonight was the stake president's.  He stood there and told us how to learn to love ourselves and that we truly are daughter's of God.  Just like in the beginning of the theme I recite every Sunday, "We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us..."  That first little phrase has never meant so much, until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2730327507734720663?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2730327507734720663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2730327507734720663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2730327507734720663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2730327507734720663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/yw-in-excellence.html' title='YW in Excellence'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2445946599590788093</id><published>2009-11-04T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:48:13.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Judgment</title><content type='html'>The song I told you guys all about, well I've decided not to post it for many different reasons. The main reason, is that it's just not a very smart idea and I feel that I should be more mature. So, sorry everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2445946599590788093?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2445946599590788093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2445946599590788093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2445946599590788093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2445946599590788093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-judgment.html' title='Better Judgment'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5348120788216273605</id><published>2009-11-03T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:59:05.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Inspiration During Geometry</title><content type='html'>Today in Geometry, while I was supposed to be taking notes and being a star student, I had a moment of pure genius. Lately I've just been writing down little pieces of phrases that have come into my head down, but they've never really made sense or fit together. While doing two column proofs, which I hate with a passion by the way, came lyrics to a song that really let out all my frustration about a particular situation. Needless to say, I immediately started writing down the words. I have not finished the song yet, there is still a TON of fine tuning that I need to do to it, but when I do finish the song you all will be some of the first to read the amazingly witty lyrics. To be honest, I don't know how witty you guys will find them...but I personally think they are awesome! I will give you all just a little taste of my sweet inspiration, the title of the song is "Bubble Boy." That's all I'm going to tell you about it, your going to have to wait until I'm done with it to really appreciate its awesomeness!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5348120788216273605?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5348120788216273605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5348120788216273605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5348120788216273605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5348120788216273605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pure-inspiration-during-geometry.html' title='Pure Inspiration During Geometry'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3724754269110578075</id><published>2009-11-01T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:29:00.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Murder at the Pink Flamingo"</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago my school drama club put on a 1940's murder mystery, "Murder at the Pink Flamingo." All summer long, we went to swing dancing lessons just so we could use the we moves we learned, in this performance. Lyle's Beauty College even offered to do all the girls hair for free. Needless to say, this show was pretty darn good! The most suspenseful part about these performances, was the fact that there were different murderers.... EACH NIGHT.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday Night, October 16th: Friday night was our first performance and, as always, the first performance is a little rough. We didn't do too bad though, in fact we did a good job. The murderer for Friday was Miss Hazel Scoop, a reporter for a newspaper. The guy who got killed, Victor Corpuelo, ruined her life because of a very candid photo that she took. No one was expecting this sweet innocent girl to be the murderer, not even her own family. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night, October 17th: Saturday night was, without a doubt, our best performance! The audience we had was great, the girl's hair looked ah-mazing, everyone felt way more confident so that boosted up our performance level. The murderer that night was Giovanni Rossi, the piano player. However, he did not have his own motive for killing Victor, he was working for someone who did though, Nick Corleone. Mr. Corleone is head of a mob, he is someone who would remind others of the Godfather. He is a Godfather to the singer at the night club that Victor Corpuelo owns, Victor was being really harsh on the singer, Frank. So, Corleone decided that it was time to get rid of Mr. Corpuelo. In the end however, the piano player got a little antsy, so he started spilling all the dirt on Corleone, and Corleone shot him... There were two murders on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night, October 30th (Encore performance): The encore performance for this show was held in a different location, so there were several adjustments the cast had to make, but they did it. For the past two performances Victor Corpuelo was shot, this time he was poisoned. Masterminds behind this death were his personal assistant and cook, Miss Elswood and Cookie. They both had heard Victor talking about some top secret info, and he had found out. So he threatened them and they couldn't leave because of the gripping fear he caused them. The only possible way they figured they could stop living in fear, was to get rid of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3724754269110578075?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3724754269110578075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3724754269110578075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3724754269110578075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3724754269110578075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder-at-pink-flamingo.html' title='&quot;Murder at the Pink Flamingo&quot;'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8193158835284710634</id><published>2009-10-13T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:45:22.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S!</title><content type='html'>I put up another great music video down at the bottom, check it out! Hehe;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8193158835284710634?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8193158835284710634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8193158835284710634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8193158835284710634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8193158835284710634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html' title='P.S!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-1341803847396919612</id><published>2009-10-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:33:43.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Write about</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, where do I begin? Hmm, I think I'll start with the fair. I don't know how many weeks it ago it was, but my family and I went to the fair. I have to say, that the fair was a lot more exciting when I was like five years old. I don't really want to ride on the rides because people set those things up in a day! That does not make those rickety contraptions appealing to me. I'm not exactly a big fan of visiting the animals anymore, I find them rather stinky. So, the only thing left for me to do is... Eat, lots and lots of greasy food! That's exactly what I did too. It was very upsetting though, with all the unhealthy crap out there, you would think that they would sell Frito Boats, right? They don't! I find that absolutely ridiculous. You walk and walk, for what seems like hours, looking for something to eat, and all you ever see is hot dogs, corn dogs, nachos, and other greasy things. Those things seem to be the main events for the fair! But no Frito Boats, I still find this VERY upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;The very next day after the fair, conference started. The one talk that I really remember from those four sessions was Bro. Holland's talk. He was extremely straight forward about the Prophet Joseph Smith and The Book of Mormon. The one word that can be used to describe this powerful testimony is, &lt;strong&gt;"BAM&lt;/strong&gt;!" I'm not kidding. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remember if there was anything else for me to blog about, it sure felt like I had a lot more. The only other thing I can think of is the melodrama that The Drama Club will be putting on this weekend. I would invite you all to come, but we're all sold out of tickets, sorry. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty sure that this show is going to be fantastic! Everyone has put a lot of extra time and effort into this performance. Hopefully, all will indeed go well. That's all I can think of for now, if anything exciting happens I will try my hardest to post about it.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-1341803847396919612?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1341803847396919612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=1341803847396919612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1341803847396919612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/1341803847396919612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-to-write-about.html' title='So Much to Write about'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2707304013300573278</id><published>2009-09-29T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:31:26.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Long Post!</title><content type='html'>Ok, a lot has happened since I last posted. I meant to blog about most of this stuff earlier, but unfortunately, I was pretty darn busy so I couldn't. Any who, I hope everyone is doing well and having a good time. That seems to be my new motto all of a sudden, just go and have fun! Which is exactly what I have been doing.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a couple of weeks ago (I'm not really sure though) that I went to two Shakespeare performances. Every year B.C does the Shakespeare festival, sadly though, this was their last year. The two plays they decided to perform this year were, &lt;em&gt;King Lear&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer's Night Dream. &lt;/em&gt;I went and saw both, &lt;em&gt;King Lear &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer's Night Dream.&lt;/em&gt; I have to say that I didn't enjoy the tragedy as much as the comedy. The story of &lt;em&gt;King Lear&lt;/em&gt; was just down right depressing, bizarre, and...boring. All I really got out of it, was that we should all have really good strong relationships with our family members. Of course, since it was a tragedy, pretty much everyone died at the end, big shocker right? The most enjoyable performance was, without a doubt, &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer's Night Dream.&lt;/em&gt; I laughed so hard! To be honest, I went and saw it twice just because I loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Saturday was my friend, Kayla's, birthday party and I had a really good time! It was so much fun just to go and hang out with everyone. I also got some great pictures of that night that I am going to post up. I know I didn't really get pictures up of the shirts that my friends and I made, and also pictures of the dance, I apologize for that. Hopefully you'll enjoy the birthday pictures just as much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2707304013300573278?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707304013300573278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2707304013300573278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2707304013300573278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2707304013300573278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mega-long-post.html' title='Mega Long Post!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5442628000455913434</id><published>2009-09-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:18:42.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap... I Think I Just Snapped...</title><content type='html'>You know those days when every little thing and everyone, just seems to annoy the crap out of you? That's what my day was like yesterday. It started at five thirty in the morning, and went down hill from there. I love seminary, really I do! But sometimes when my alarm clock goes off, I just want to shoot everyone, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when I got to school I was reminded by this little know-it-all, that personal development is due. Let me tell you what personal development is, it's these goal type things that the school wants us to accomplish during the year and then write about it. In my personal opinion, it's just a bunch of ridiculous busy work for us to do because the school doesn't think we have enough to do. So when I went to tell my teacher that I was incredibly sorry and that I would be sure to turn my paper in first thing tomorrow, she gave me this whole guilt trip on how she was extremely disappointed in me. Isn't that a wonderful way to start some one's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Health we have a new girl, who I really wish I could just duct tape her mouth shut. She never stops talking, it's crazy! Who in the world has that much to say? She has a comment and opinion for everything, and it doesn't matter if the teacher is in the middle of the lecture or not, she just keeps going. So if you're in health class and trying to pay attention to the lecture, you can't! Because she is yakking her head off!!! Needless to say, I was really happy to leave health yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to World History now, I really don't know what to say about it. Apparently for the last three weeks we have been studying the Enlightenment, I had no clue. With all the sporadic reading he has had us do, I wasn't sure what we were supposed to be learning about. The one word that always comes to my mind whenever I think of this class is, confusion. Just utter confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day didn't get any better after school either. I came home to find the past lurking behind a corner waiting for me. Isn't it crazy how the past can just keep coming back to you? It doesn't matter how far you run from it, it can always find a way to come back and haunt you. Thankfully, I'm feeling a lot better though. I'm still emotionally drained and still a little upset, but it's part of life. Everything should be better soon... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5442628000455913434?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5442628000455913434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5442628000455913434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5442628000455913434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5442628000455913434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-snap-i-think-i-just-snapped.html' title='Oh Snap... I Think I Just Snapped...'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8371976280071231022</id><published>2009-09-16T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:41:28.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Crazy, Fun, and Exciting Weekend</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was so busy and so crazy, that I didn't have time to blog about it. The dance Saturday night was so much fun! As you all know the theme was school pride, and I had several of my friends from Valley Oaks make T-shirts and go to the dance with me. At the dance some swing songs were played, so we got to bust out our awesome moves. My friend Ashlynn, who planned the dance, had a rather brilliant idea of having the dance outside in the parking lot. I'm not going to lie when I first got there to help set up, I was about ready to die; it was so stinking hot outside! But then, they re-arranged a few things and it turned out to be amazing! What I really likeed about it, was since we were outside we didn't have to worry about all the bad BO that normally gets trapped in one big room, it just spread out and blew away. It was also a lot cooler having the dance outside then inside, believe it or not. The breeze that night was delightful! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8371976280071231022?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8371976280071231022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8371976280071231022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8371976280071231022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8371976280071231022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-crazy-fun-and-exciting-weekend.html' title='One Crazy, Fun, and Exciting Weekend'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-241206679687836450</id><published>2009-09-12T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:16:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Last night was the T-shirt making party and I am proud to day that they all turned out very nice. I'm quite fond of mine, I think it's ah-dorable! I'm not going to put pictures of them up yet 'cause I want them to be a surprise for tonight, and plus I don't think I took a whole lot of pictures last night... Any-who, I'm really hoping that I'll even be able to make it to the dance tonight. I've got a bit of a cold and a tummy ache, needless to say, I feel terrible. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-241206679687836450?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/241206679687836450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=241206679687836450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/241206679687836450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/241206679687836450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8435106423438920662</id><published>2009-09-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:48:59.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All My Readers</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been blog stalked by one of my avid readers, ahem ASHLYNN, so I will end the suspense now by telling you all what has been going on in my, oh so exciting life. First, I am no longer taking Spanish, hallelujah!!! It was just an extra class for me this year and extra stress that I really don't need. Plus I am quite sure that the teacher was out to get me, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the more exciting news that is going to happen later this week, well technically it's going to happen tomorrow night. This Saturday is one of the church dances and the theme for it is "School Spirit!" As many of you know, I go to Valley Oaks Charter School and the T-shirts that they have for the school,aren't very exciting. So, I came up with the idea to make shirts! So tomorrow night I'm having some friends from Valley Oaks go to the dance with me and we are going to make shirts. When this event has actually taken place I will update again..... I promise.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8435106423438920662?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435106423438920662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8435106423438920662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8435106423438920662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8435106423438920662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-my-readers.html' title='For All My Readers'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3783077458436286317</id><published>2009-08-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:36:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first meeting for Drama, and I thought that it was a lot of fun. Our first performance this year is going to be a murder mystery melodrama set in the 1940's. We're all supposed to create our own character and motive for the script and plot. So, yesterday we were able to hear a little bit about every one else's characters, which was pretty interesting. The Drama Club has also been doing swing dancing lessons during the summer, so we will also be incorporating some dance routines into this performance, that's what I'm really excited about. I have been asked to do the choreography for the routines, and I've already come up with some great ideas! Hopefully most of you will be able to come, I know it's going to be a great show! I'll be sure to keep updating about it though. After drama we all went over to Curly's house and had a movie night, we watched "The Rocketeer". I think what everyone really enjoyed though, was the zip line in Curly's backyard. I am so jealous! All we pretty much did and wanted to do was go on the zip line the entire night. I'm really upset that I didn't take my camera! Those would have been some hilarious pictures.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3783077458436286317?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3783077458436286317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3783077458436286317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3783077458436286317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3783077458436286317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-fun.html' title='So Much Fun!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6836039128393744541</id><published>2009-08-27T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:52:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, Yummy!</title><content type='html'>Last night for mutual we held a Missionary dinner, it was so much fun! We recently have had a missionary return home, so he shared a few experiences from his mission with us. Then we watched a slide show with pictures of other people who have already been on missions, it was pretty interesting to see some of the pictures... Afterwards they had some more RM's bring food that they ate on their mission's. I, personally, think the food is every one's favorite part, I know it's mine! I didn't try all of the things that people brought 'cause some of it did not look appetizing at all, and also some of it was sushi, I don't do sushi. I did eat a lot however, and everything that I did eat was delicious!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6836039128393744541?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6836039128393744541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6836039128393744541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6836039128393744541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6836039128393744541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmm-yummy.html' title='Mmm, Yummy!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5999990049871220768</id><published>2009-08-26T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:48:11.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>I had a goal to come home and blog about this yesterday, but that obviously didn't work out. Yesterday was my first day of school, and I do have to say, it wasn't as bad as last year. Since I'm a sophomore now I know the ropes and what to expect, so that helped a lot yesterday. Even though I'm a sophomore now, I couldn't help but feel a little confused and overwhelmed, and also a little stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;First period is English 10P, which isn't too bad. I really like my teacher she's got a cute quirky personality. Unlike my last English class, which was nice and structured, this one is a little more loosey goosey and I don't like it that way. Yes it is nice not to have an intimidating teacher but I like when that intimidating teacher tells me exactly what she wants and expects. So, I was a little freaked out by that yesterday too, but after doing some of my English home work and organizing everything, I feel much better about it now. I'm pretty sure that this years English class will be just as much of a success as last years. &lt;br /&gt;Second period would be Health, and the class is huge! I'm very happy with the teacher though, Mr. Cooke and I go way back so we're pretty tight. The only thing is, is that I had this little freshman boy in there who decided to tell me his life story and then smile and wink at me real big. Geeze, that's all I need a hormonal little freshman boy... Thankfully, Health is only one semester!&lt;br /&gt;Third period is World History, talk about a confusing class! I'm pretty sure nobody in there knows what they're supposed to do, I don't even think the teacher does! Here's his philosophy for the class, "I'm going to tell you guys what I want you to learn, but you guys are going to come up with how you learn it." What? What happened to the good 'ole fashion days, where you tell us what you want?!?! Needless to say, even though I did some history today, I'm still really confused! Hopefully as the year goes on I'll figure out how I'm going to learn what he want me to.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period is Geometry... not a whole lot to say about it. There is something that I have noticed though, last year I had math before I went to lunch and I always fell asleep. So I just thought it was because of that time of the day, I don't think that's the case though... I think it's because of the combination of both the subject and the teacher because once again I kept falling asleep! So there's really not a whole lot I can do about it, right?&lt;br /&gt;Fifth period is Espanol 2, and it is pretty intense! We have a new Spanish teacher this year and she is way more focused and together than our last teacher. The whole time she talked to us in Spanish and asked us questions, for all we know, she could have been cussing and insulting us 'cause we had no clue what she was saying. She did give us our own Spanish names though, I bet you can guess mine... Yes it is Maria, I'm quite fond of it actually. I'm hoping that this year, my Spanish speaking will improve. &lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, my first official day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5999990049871220768?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5999990049871220768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5999990049871220768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5999990049871220768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5999990049871220768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-4234166673720209812</id><published>2009-08-24T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:05:03.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koodos To Me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone, prepare to be amazed... I went to seminary today, ta-da! Yes I know, it's pretty shocking right? Especially since I only got three hours of sleep, go me! Here's something even more shocking, I'm actually going to try and go everyday this year. I'm completely blowing your mind away right now, aren't I? Here's the thing though, if I don't go... I don't get to drive. So in a way, my parent's are kind of bribing me but hey, it's working right?! Hehehe;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-4234166673720209812?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4234166673720209812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=4234166673720209812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4234166673720209812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/4234166673720209812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/koodos-to-me.html' title='Koodos To Me!!!!!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5686773172349283821</id><published>2009-08-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:48:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Mormathon</title><content type='html'>For the past week, the youth in my ward have been reading The Book of Mormon. My friend, Desiya, came up with the idea, planned it, and was in charge of the whole entire thing, pretty impressive right? The goal was to read the whole Book of Mormon in a week! We started last Saturday and read for six hours, and then for the rest of the nights we only read for three, except for on Saturday which was an eight hour session (I didn't go to the at one...).  When I first heard about this activity, I'm not going to lie, I thought it sounded incredibly boring, but I went anyways. I'm glad I did end up going 'cause I really got a lot out of reading The Book of Mormon this time, and really grew to love it. I'm proud to say that we were able to accomplish our goal of reading the whole thing! We finished today at the Bishop's house with big smiles on all of our faces, I think the biggest was Desiya's. I think that during this last week everyone who attended learned something new each time, and were touched by the spirit at different times as well. This whole thing was a great testimony builder and like I said earlier, I'm glad I went and had such a wonderful experience.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5686773172349283821?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5686773172349283821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5686773172349283821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5686773172349283821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5686773172349283821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-of-mormathon.html' title='The Book of Mormathon'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-6686803551995284419</id><published>2009-08-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:03:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cute!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I added a new music video onto my blog! The music video is Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me". I'm sorry, it is kind of cut off so you can't really see all of it....: (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-6686803551995284419?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6686803551995284419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=6686803551995284419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6686803551995284419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/6686803551995284419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-cute.html' title='Super Cute!!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-5893774674813327275</id><published>2009-08-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:17:13.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Post</title><content type='html'>Last week on Tuesday my friend, Destiny, called me and asked if I would like to go to The Kelly Lounge with her. My reply was, of course, a definite YES!! For those of you who do not know what a Kelly Lounge is, it is like a personal concert at the Fox Theater. Very few people are invited and it isn't wild and crazy like other concerts. Everyone is really laid back and we all just have a great time! The one I went to, Angel Taylor opened and I hadn't really ever heard any of her songs before but after seeing her there, I ended up loving all of her songs. She has an amazing voice and her lyrics are really beautiful. Then Parachute played, and they were just as good. My friend and I were quite taken with a few members of the band, so that made even more fun!;)&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend, I went with my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew to LA. It was pretty fun but tiring. They both were involved in a wedding so I got baby duty. All I have to say about that is, if I get so tired just watching him for a couple of hours, I don't know how is mother does it 24/7. It was a fun trip but I'm still really happy to be back home. I've realised with the last few trips that we have taken, that I am more of a home body and I'm perfectly okay with that.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-5893774674813327275?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5893774674813327275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=5893774674813327275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5893774674813327275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/5893774674813327275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-post.html' title='Double Post'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7283613711790278446</id><published>2009-08-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:03:14.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Sad</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking a lot lately and something finally dawned on me, today is August... whatever and school starts August 24th. How sad is that? Summer has flown by way too fast! I feel like I just got out of school yesterday. Needless to say, I am really dreading school starting and when school starts... so does seminary. Now, I love seminary but I do not love getting up at five thirty every morning. We all know that I am not a morning person at all so seminary does not exactly always work out for me. This year however I have a goal to get at least eighty percent attendance, so hopefully the whole five thirty thing will work better for me this year. I may even try to push it to the limit and wait 'till five fifty to wake up, I'd still make it! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7283613711790278446?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7283613711790278446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7283613711790278446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7283613711790278446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7283613711790278446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-sad.html' title='Very Sad'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-7144566691961620366</id><published>2009-08-01T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:21:43.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just put on some pictures of our beach trip and camping trip so I hope you all enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-7144566691961620366?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7144566691961620366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=7144566691961620366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7144566691961620366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/7144566691961620366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-pics.html' title='New Pics!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-870726866406924780</id><published>2009-07-30T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:44:51.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Rafting</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone, this is super exciting for me because.... I FINALLY have something to blog about! YAY!!!! Yesterday I got to river rafting on the Kern River, and I know what you are all thinking "that it's dangerous" and "blah blah blah!" but it's really not that bad. This was my second time going and just like the first time, it was so much fun! I now always make sure I go in this one river guides boat, Jimmy Bunting, because he is hilarious. At one point they let us actually get out of the raft and ride the current (we are wearing life jackets btw, so nobody freak out!) which is one of my favorite parts. So, we all rode the current for a little while but then eventually we had to get back in the raft. I was looking for mine and saw that it was a little ways back, and since I was in an area where I could stand I thought I could just walk back to mine, apparently I was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I could not make any progress what-so-ever! And my river guide found that extremely funny 'cause he just sat there and watched me for awhile with this big goofy grin on his face. He finally came to my rescue and told me what I needed to do to get back in the raft. I did indeed do what he asked me to do and as he pulled me up, I don't think he was expecting my body to come flying out of the water 'cause for a while he just looked at me with the strangest expression on his face. He then said, "Go home and eat... A LOT twiggy!". So, there you have it. That was my awesome river rafting experience this year. I always leave there with some new fun story to tell. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-870726866406924780?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/870726866406924780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=870726866406924780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/870726866406924780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/870726866406924780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/river-rafting.html' title='River Rafting'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-2504965742049495730</id><published>2009-07-07T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:30:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome Statement!</title><content type='html'>Ok, just a few minutes ago I thought up of a really cute statement! The statement is, "&lt;strong&gt;True beauty comes from within. It's your thoughts and actions towards others, that make you model status." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-2504965742049495730?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2504965742049495730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=2504965742049495730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2504965742049495730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/2504965742049495730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-awesome-statement.html' title='My Awesome Statement!'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-3774902669449645437</id><published>2009-07-04T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:55:38.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, there really isn't a whole for me to say about our family camping trip. I was sick the whole entire time and there wasn't a whole lot to do. We were going to stay until Thursday or Friday but we decided to come home Tuesday instead. There was a good thing that happened during the trip though, we found out that our motor home runs and works perfectly! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-3774902669449645437?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3774902669449645437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=3774902669449645437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3774902669449645437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/3774902669449645437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-trip.html' title='The Camping Trip'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367434799812743498.post-8931005724425766607</id><published>2009-06-26T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:28:13.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Babe</title><content type='html'>So, on Monday I got to go to the beach!!!! The Taylor's rented a beach house and they invited us to spend a few days with them, so we went and it was so much fun!! Right when we got there on Monday we went down to the beach. Cam, Bryce, and Rick all went surfing which was really entertaining to watch. I guess the conditions weren't that great, so they weren't able to surf for too long but they still had a good time. After that Becca, rick, and I got in the water, it was FREEZING! But totally worth it. After that Becca buried me in the sand.... which was very interesting, we do have pictures of that event so I might put them on. We played at the beach for quite a while, but everyone started getting really dirty because of all the sand so we decided to go on back to the house and clean up. Even though we were all tired from our fun down at the water, it didn't stop up from staying up till almost one playing games. The next morning all we really did was hang out. The boys went and surfed again but the girls went shopping, I got the best lip gloss at Bath  and Body Works, I absolutely love it! When we all got back together Becca, Rick, and Matthew (aka. The CHUNK!) went home while the rest of us stayed at the beach, went to dinner, and watched "Confessions of a Shopaholic" later that night, such a good movie!! Unfortunately the next day was my day to leave but we finished it off with a bang by going and seeing..... Transformers 2!!! Let me just tell you, it was such a good movie!! So, that was my beach trip. Tomorrow we are leaving for June Lake and will be gone a week so I'll blog about that when I get back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367434799812743498-8931005724425766607?l=dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8931005724425766607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2367434799812743498&amp;postID=8931005724425766607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8931005724425766607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367434799812743498/posts/default/8931005724425766607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueenmerrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-babe.html' title='Beach Babe'/><author><name>Mear-Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13863545040270130603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
