<?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-5049470</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:51:31.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..Images &amp; Words..</title><subtitle type='html'>Though you sometimes do come by, the occasional black eye, you can always cover one till he blacks the other one, but you don't dare cry!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-818156933130051624</id><published>2010-05-25T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:09:11.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Tumblr Blog

Goodbye 'Images &amp; Words'. Hello 'For what its worth'From Blogger to Tumblr, I will always love you.&lt;3

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/818156933130051624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/818156933130051624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-tumblr-blog-goodbye-images-words.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S_tNHCCioZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/D5WupulpdxU/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5782434658538790770</id><published>2010-05-24T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:29:09.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A semester's worth of damage. 

A chunk of my life I'll never get back.

A few months of routine.

A bunch of second guesses.

A series of weeks where I pushed buttons.

A  stitch in time where I had my buttons pushed.

A change of seasons.

A lifetime of longing.

A taste of what curiosity brings.

A fragment of insatiable desire, satisfied.

A cradle full of emotions, rocked so gently.

A short</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5782434658538790770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5782434658538790770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/semesters-worth-of-damage.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S_sl98jNJdI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3lp4u897aEg/s72-c/DSC01083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6409345290291593571</id><published>2010-05-21T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:48:49.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cute Boys With Cats
If you ever get upset with the world, this should help. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6409345290291593571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6409345290291593571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/cute-boys-with-cats-if-you-ever-get.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S_c3GQUbH1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/bFfq0ZwOgBc/s72-c/tumblr_l0uccdf1pZ1qabm53o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8318376798031177691</id><published>2010-05-20T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:17:03.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!*isk isk*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8318376798031177691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8318376798031177691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/eeeeeeeeeeeeee-isk-isk.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S_X7DdaRsmI/AAAAAAAAAio/C_qjtpbOfvU/s72-c/kodama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5050529659331622122</id><published>2010-05-12T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:45:47.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So finals week has rolled around and yesterday was the last day of classes. Today is the university appointed ‘Study Day’. Its a little hard to believe that Spring 2010 has flown by like that. With the Snowpocalypse of January and February everything seems to have melted away, including time. Now it is the month of May and it will soon by a whole year since I moved to Maryland. So much has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5050529659331622122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5050529659331622122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-finals-week-has-rolled-around-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S-tlB3RNNpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Hx6WPqmuXRo/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-82125284960611104</id><published>2010-05-08T17:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:18:11.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> One Thousand and OneThere are probably a thousand other things I should be doing right now but here I sit clattering away at the habit I have kept since I was about 15 years old. Incidentally, this blog has become that scab that I keep picking at and as a result of that it never heals. My absence, as always is inexcusible and like always I will try to justify it. And/or make up for it. I figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/82125284960611104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/82125284960611104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-thousand-and-one-there-are-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S-cmUCBYZNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p55-JoUkMmo/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-7383279100126451484</id><published>2010-03-10T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:24:23.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7383279100126451484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7383279100126451484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/S5hUSKKtIdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/x0ioeqpQVMU/s72-c/tumblr_kxjbrer0wd1qak20eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3138791920646387412</id><published>2010-01-10T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:45:49.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For what it's worthI don't write here nearly as much as I used to. But for what it's worth, I'm here now. I figure its a new year, and if I don't want it to turn out as awful as last year did, I should do things differently. I sit here, 10 days into the new year, still hopeful, still optimistic. 2009 is finally dead and gone and perhaps with it, so is my bad luck.Thinking about the events that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3138791920646387412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3138791920646387412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-what-its-worth-i-dont-write-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-9087256827400487461</id><published>2009-04-12T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:24:55.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is patient, love is kind, love never ends.We all have words we live by, but in times like these when even the air I breathe seems unsure, I don't know what to believe. These passed few months have been a ride. I don't know if that's a good thing exactly. I've been on something nearly everyday of the last few months. Some days have been gloomy, others over the top gorgeous. And to have shared</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/9087256827400487461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/9087256827400487461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-patient-love-is-kind-love-never.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SeH1gA9txhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vc3LRBMb4UY/s72-c/All+The+Stuff+Over+The+Passed+3+Months+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-625615845180456978</id><published>2009-01-10T04:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:23:54.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upon return.I have discovered that my heart has moved homes.Upon the New Year,I have realised that I spectate, perhaps too much.Upon revelation,I think perhaps this isn't what I am cut out for.The year 2009 as I have feared, has reared its ugly head. Another year. Another journey, another opportunity? My thoughts flow seamlessly, carefully transitioning from one to another. Effortlessly confusing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/625615845180456978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/625615845180456978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2009/01/upon-return.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SWhkxsY9L4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/xeyTGGYcff0/s72-c/ef_web_urbanFlower_images22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-282777840517675768</id><published>2008-12-07T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:20:38.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of final days and vacant eyes.On a morning that I should have woken up feeling awful and nauseous, I awake at noon physically perfect. As the cold invades the air outside, I am clad in pajama pants and warm socks. I had the best sleep anyone who went to sleep at 5am, drunk could ask for. I wake up, wrapped in my blanket, my eyes flutter open, in the manner of a Disney princess. I linger in bed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/282777840517675768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/282777840517675768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-final-days-and-vacant-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/STwWK4pS3xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QNm3P2gsP04/s72-c/Best+Galveston+Trip+Ever%21+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5507457357722505127</id><published>2008-10-19T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:10:16.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tales of yearning and distortion.Alright, I've got two major mid-terms this week and I really ought to be studying. In fact is I've been doing nothing but studying, I figured I should rest my brain and revert back to old patterns of My Chemical Romance, The Used and feeling 15 again. I remember when we were 15, I recall Edward Scissorhands and afternoons filled with jazz. I remember you, I always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5507457357722505127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5507457357722505127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/tales-of-yearning-and-distortion.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SPv-52J3V5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/jGM3fLETFKY/s72-c/35mm+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6127038441176629294</id><published>2008-09-20T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:00:36.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, shizzazle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6127038441176629294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6127038441176629294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-shizzazle.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SNUeB_ThvRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OrUfyem-W5I/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1603021213074482798</id><published>2008-09-15T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:31:03.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The one with the hurricane and blushing.As most of you know, Hurricane Ike hit us on Friday night. Angry winds blew and rain not only mercilessly poured, it pillaged several trees, fences as well as the neighbour's chimney. As unfortunate as all these events were, we're okay. Meaning Ranima, Ana, Minky and I. All is well at home save the back fence and the banana tree. The only thing we really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1603021213074482798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1603021213074482798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-with-hurricane-and-blushing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SM8YG7jAdgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/M8MZy0iHZ8c/s72-c/Photo028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5943511766430452628</id><published>2008-08-05T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:12:22.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5943511766430452628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5943511766430452628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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://bp0.blogger.com/_NFod8U6WTfA/SJhtv6JLseI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AaAtQJeG8nY/s72-c/Nevermore_by_The_Nyu_Kid.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5949177039013367791</id><published>2008-07-23T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:29:45.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hallo, most adorable dog on the planet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5949177039013367791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5949177039013367791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/hallo-most-adorable-dog-on-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NFod8U6WTfA/SIpFcSrVHjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vmLz62sh6ak/s72-c/Randoms+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6664421722602106659</id><published>2008-06-25T02:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:32:49.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, for a moment, ignore my fat stubby fingers.Pshh, and Gloria thinks I should have gotten the Choos.Pppshh pshh pppshhh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6664421722602106659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6664421722602106659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright-for-moment-ignore-my-fat-stubby.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SGHl3e9NxWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qbJoOubRl7E/s72-c/Manolo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-917690415356033383</id><published>2008-06-13T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:35:45.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to be up at about 5am, but here I sit, tippety typing away.I have settled in marvelously and my room is spotless as usual. Well it does get messy on rare occasion, during which I begrudgingly put things away. Well, begrudging on the outside, joyous on the inside, I love tidy rooms. On an entirely different note, need new chair, this one hurts my bum.You know you've done too much shopping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/917690415356033383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/917690415356033383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-to-be-up-at-about-5am-but-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SFH043f-s-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/4HNpxPf24pM/s72-c/Photo018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5638571194166959373</id><published>2008-06-08T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:27:30.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Birthday Post. As I sit here, nibbling on tiny forkfulls of leftover ice-cream birthday cake and flipping through the paper, I settle into a glass of wine and exhale. So I'm not too pissed off, upset, bitchy, heartbroken or all of the above this year to write the Birthday Post. In fact, I am doing pretty darn good this summer.  I spent the last few moments of my teenage life watching P.S: I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5638571194166959373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5638571194166959373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SEwuKUT6T_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/eNyyZtrtCxQ/s72-c/Birthday+08+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-4402125405489566537</id><published>2008-05-28T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:36:18.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Eastern Time, how I love you.As bubble messages go back and forth, I feel my cheeks redden. I am back in adventure land and as much as being away from Texas land saddens me a teeny tiny bit, I am much much liking being back on the East Coast. I love the greens and blues and I absolutely love being able to cycle and walk to galleries and craft stores. I love how thrift stores and flea markets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4402125405489566537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4402125405489566537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-eastern-time-how-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SDzkq0rczvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lir4a_m9SbE/s72-c/Photo038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3851837181750347093</id><published>2008-05-17T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:18:34.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alalalalah, life is beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3851837181750347093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3851837181750347093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/alalalalah-life-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2517759824593635818</id><published>2008-05-16T02:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:52:49.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cos' I love the way you say Good Morning.My bedroom is war-torn. I currently looks like a moving truck barfed in here. Though some people may have no problem with this ordeal, I however am having immense difficulty dealing with this. I am not used to having to step over things in order to get around my room. I like things neat, clean. I can't put things away just yet, because I still need them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2517759824593635818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2517759824593635818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/cos-i-love-way-you-say-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SC0klEub6cI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gxbRXRbUlds/s72-c/Photo008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8620837663718584183</id><published>2008-05-10T05:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:52:42.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very wise was he.I am done with school for the next few months. Hurrah for sodding American school system. Its about 4.24 am. I am hiccuping with mad skillz and Nature Boy-ing my early morning away. New CD buying time is looming. I know in this day and age, you'd wonder why one would buy CDs when everything is so readily available on the internet. I choose to buy it because. I own every one he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8620837663718584183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8620837663718584183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-wise-was-he.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SCVpn9LzDyI/AAAAAAAAATw/VN-odJeIqRQ/s72-c/Photo007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-129724014085367992</id><published>2008-04-29T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:10:19.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, that is what I call a smile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/129724014085367992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/129724014085367992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-that-is-what-i-call-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SBdyh-zF5mI/AAAAAAAAATg/NCTUYeQ4-jY/s72-c/l_dd0910fbce5294222401a2bfc731a3e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3321957088282188823</id><published>2008-04-26T00:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:57:56.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished Business Ethics Paper!9 pages baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3321957088282188823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3321957088282188823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished-business-ethics-paper-9-pages.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8977652378228708078</id><published>2008-04-23T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:17:40.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you recall, you will find that I said that I had a chunk of things to do? Well yes, those things are all officially being done this week. Or so says the little time-table sitting on my table. Having two 3hr classes back to back is not cool. Especially not for my back. In any case, school will be all done really soon and its all a matter of days now. In that light, I am once again standing at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8977652378228708078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8977652378228708078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-recall-you-will-find-that-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SA7CmuzF5hI/AAAAAAAAAS4/e5BbCX_9VIE/s72-c/Photo003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-101324053662956387</id><published>2008-04-20T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:50:23.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despite having a chunk of work to do, I have somehow managed to become undeniably bored to pieces.  So aside from listening to Erasure's, A little respect on repeat and singing in super high pitch I have actually not been up to much. This is of course, excluding the fact that I have vacuum packed almost all of the entire contents of my closet. My walls are barren, save that one painting that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/101324053662956387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/101324053662956387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/despite-having-chunk-of-work-to-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/SArPQBr__oI/AAAAAAAAASo/yMRJj0i5Eys/s72-c/Photo045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-9117398112170486332</id><published>2008-04-16T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:05:09.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost, confused, unseen and usedDangerously fighting for nothing to loseMy progress is calling, its noticed I'm fallingIt's time for a change, it's time for a moveAnd I know that its frighteningBut its also excitingIm taking a riskThat I know is worth fighting itsBetter to make your mistakes Than to live without knowing itsBetter to fall on your face than to stay on your feet as long as you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/9117398112170486332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/9117398112170486332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-confused-unseen-and-used.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8557731103268977260</id><published>2008-04-03T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:41:14.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart is singing :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8557731103268977260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8557731103268977260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heart-is-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R_UkgyNtbEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Q1btxVvCMog/s72-c/rent_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2759042503606871273</id><published>2008-04-02T16:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:01:31.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With songs of long hair, skinny boys and hot coffee. Five weeks left of the semester. Teachers panic because they realise that they haven't been doing enough, students panic because they suddenly have tests in all their classes at the same time. I go shopping, decide its time for ice cream, learn a foreign language and fall in love. I have a big test in exactly 35 minutes and not a care in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2759042503606871273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2759042503606871273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-songs-of-long-hair-skinny-boys-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3499111053550039669</id><published>2008-03-27T00:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:58:47.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The reason a person should miss their 7am class should not be because they were up late looking at Takeshi Kaneshiro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3499111053550039669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3499111053550039669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-person-should-miss-their-7am.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R-spfSNtbCI/AAAAAAAAASA/iQlicvD4vnc/s72-c/takeshi_kaneshiro_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5144019860828403843</id><published>2008-03-16T04:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:29:35.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to do rude, unspeakable things to Jack Davenport that one cannot even begin to describe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5144019860828403843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5144019860828403843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-like-to-do-rude-unspeakable-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5076862958871751995</id><published>2008-03-11T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:05:48.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Book MemeTagged by Gloria1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).2. Open the book to page 123.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the next three sentences.5. Tag five people.Sentences turn out to be from William Blake's, Never pain to tell thy love.Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears -Ah, she doth depart.Soon as she was gone from me.~I do not tag anyone. Yes I am killing this meme here I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5076862958871751995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5076862958871751995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-meme-tagged-by-gloria-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8643144094925260347</id><published>2008-03-04T23:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:13:51.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS OLD AND OUT OF DATE, BUT I AM POSTING IT BECAUSE I HAVE NO HEART TO DELETE IT. IT IS ALSO INCOMPLETE, AND I CAN'T BE ARSED TO FINISH IT.And then I asked him if he'd be the Andy to my Edie.Today I had a rather privileged peek into the world of 'White, Suburban, Heterosexual America' and I must say for someone who is neither white, suburban nor heterosexual, I found it alarmingly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8643144094925260347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8643144094925260347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-old-and-out-of-date-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R84hVK4YELI/AAAAAAAAARw/b2sNf_xHS6g/s72-c/250px-Edie_sedgwick1966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1932493386192710497</id><published>2008-03-02T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:58:22.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hallo! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1932493386192710497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1932493386192710497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R8rqkHH3lbI/AAAAAAAAARo/10ucdeNjh6s/s72-c/mn+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2278988467697924124</id><published>2008-02-28T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:19:45.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracy Chapman makes me feel like dying.That can't be right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2278988467697924124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2278988467697924124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/tracy-chapman-makes-me-feel-like-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1980586934718034507</id><published>2008-02-26T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:14:41.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Evil, evil. Fucking EVIL!I never realised how pretty they are though.  PRETTY AND FUCKING EVIL!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1980586934718034507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1980586934718034507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/evil-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R8Qsh2MO6cI/AAAAAAAAARg/gTSFCnX6l3E/s72-c/donuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-837068858430974213</id><published>2008-02-26T04:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:19:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My stubborn skin is wearing thinI bared my soul you waltzed right inI gave you everythingand you just made me feel so veryNakedI'm naked pretty as a heart achewaiting for my second skin to settle inYou keep it in I let it looseIt's only love that makes me feellike getting so completelyNaked and I can't rememberhow I let myself become so unraveledYour hardened heart can't hide you nowIt loves as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/837068858430974213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/837068858430974213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-stubborn-skin-is-wearing-thin-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5865847299445373638</id><published>2008-02-26T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:14:13.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In case you had no idea what I look like. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5865847299445373638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5865847299445373638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-case-you-had-no-idea-what-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R8O8Q2MO6bI/AAAAAAAAARY/VM9bClCar38/s72-c/perhaps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1887657584895665194</id><published>2008-02-09T13:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:48:57.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The one where I discover that I'm actually pleased with the state of my hair when I wake up.So Winter is melting away. Not too much of actual melting being done but I'm sure you know what I mean. The days are now beautifully sunny, breezy and gorgeous. Definitely open window worthy. I shall be back, for pancakes call.(Proceeds to consume copious amounts of food)Now that I have achieved fat quota </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1887657584895665194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1887657584895665194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-where-i-discover-that-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R630_mMO6XI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ngDh2xxZxys/s72-c/cocorosie_frameFacing_Kai+Reagan_300_14x11_sRGB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5342851890756717046</id><published>2008-02-04T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:15:32.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I can. (I made it, but you may steal it if you wish)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5342851890756717046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5342851890756717046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R6fip_EX-5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/5WWdyvgInqw/s72-c/shane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5539301066306011192</id><published>2008-02-02T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:19:09.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smile baby don't be sad. Show me the smile I fell in love with.♥</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5539301066306011192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5539301066306011192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile-baby-dont-be-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3981712600722991590</id><published>2008-01-29T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:12:33.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The sun here on my left and that piano on the right is my dateSeeing as to how I have been in a supremely lovey dovey mood for a while, I have decided to do a complain/rant/bitch/diss post since I haven't done one in a while. Somehow its not me, I don't like doing them. I know I probably have in the past, but I don't like spreading hatred and anger, as though there isn't enough of it in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3981712600722991590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3981712600722991590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/sun-here-on-my-left-and-that-piano-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R5_9CfEX-2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/xPFWRni_q40/s72-c/sondre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-71152624712589734</id><published>2008-01-28T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:14:48.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> She want that lovey dovey, that kiss-kiss.I have time between classes, I've got one thing on my mind which I so desperately need to get rid of. The school game area is in full swing which proves to be entertaining, even if you're not playing a game. Pool and Ping-Pong, good enough start I guess. Watched the kids today, and even though I curse every time that alarm goes off at 6am, I love them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/71152624712589734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/71152624712589734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-want-that-lovey-dovey-that-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R544TPEX-rI/AAAAAAAAAPA/88JMYxc8jW4/s72-c/poke39c.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3419834503754553494</id><published>2008-01-27T02:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:44:05.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog post in an attempt to keep oneself profitably busy.I'm supposed to keep my mind off things and keep my hands and eyes occupied on something non detrimental to my wellbeing. So the blog it is. I present you with Joshua Third. Fat hair and phat mouth. Yes, I just used 'phat'. Mouth, gah never mind. I am not going to gush, because I don't think he's all that fantastic, its just his hair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3419834503754553494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3419834503754553494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post-in-attempt-to-keep-oneself.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R5wzEPEX-lI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/In7jzepJGnM/s72-c/804867314_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6704196325960991644</id><published>2008-01-24T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:47:07.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The universe shall fall silent. For 12 years of musical masterpiece shall come to a tragically beautiful end.I've cried, I've smiled, I've told myself it will all be alright.After all, all good things have to come to an end.The pain however is ever present.It is a vacant, empty, hollow pain.7 years ago, a meager 13 year old girl took a chance.She had the world at her feet, but she paused.She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6704196325960991644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6704196325960991644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/universe-shall-fall-silent.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R5k8HvEX-jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IkNieHYFKZI/s72-c/rent_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6606325205343720303</id><published>2008-01-01T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T04:12:55.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Day TroisI'm sure you've realized this by now but I'm not writing this as I go along my trip, these are delayed annotations that do not arrive late but precisely as I mean for them to (Much like a wizard no?). Well, all that is plain nonsense, I have been lazy and far too busy. I am very tired, my body is totally drained. I walked barefoot on freezing pavements as a result of being very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6606325205343720303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6606325205343720303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/review-day-trois-im-sure-youve-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R3oAKN5eZwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hPzcHkLor1w/s72-c/Oh+Jew%21+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2182982059520213157</id><published>2007-12-30T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:05:22.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Day DeuxSilly Jenny, wearing brand new shoes for a day on the town will cause you pain no matter how bleeding flat they are. So yes, as this continues I find myself thinking too much. I'm in love. He is beautiful and we shall get married and have several culturally efficient Manhattan-ette children.  I bought some pretty things today. Very unicorn-y and very shiny. I am very pleased. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2182982059520213157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2182982059520213157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/review-day-deux-silly-jenny-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R3c9Nd5eZvI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZyQZxzYNgl0/s72-c/Oh+Jew%21%21+034gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-272945604926171661</id><published>2007-12-28T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:59:57.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review Day Une.As I sit here, all dressed, shoed and coated I find some time to sit and document. Tila Tequila is on television, its the episode they finally decide on the last one. The apartment is stunning, you have no idea how grateful I am. As I begin my second day, I run through points that popped into my head as I trawled the streets last night. 10 little facts of the day. Random anecdotes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/272945604926171661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/272945604926171661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/review-day-une.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R3UVrN5eZuI/AAAAAAAAANo/hTMdb62Bq_c/s72-c/Oh+Jew%21+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1635335070256997505</id><published>2007-12-23T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:02:05.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.Once again, I am fully aware of the obscenely long time that I haven't written on this thing. I've been so busy its quite frightening. Each time I came up with the notion of blogging, my mind would simply conjure up an excuse as to why I shouldn't. All that is done now, and as I sit here two days before Christmas at the start of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1635335070256997505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1635335070256997505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-forward-to-future-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/R27KjN5eZmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MSFwPnxMXp0/s72-c/ist2_1057422_mehndi_symbols_vector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-4360952360964147785</id><published>2007-10-03T00:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:31:12.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today there was a certain shoe wearing, hairy complementing and downstairs- excitement inducing writing. All one person. Thats really all you need to know at this point. :]Things have been dandy, school hasn't killed me yet. It did however leave me undead. I managed to get roped into being in a short film a friend of a friend was working on. Halfway through makeup I realized that I had no idea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4360952360964147785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4360952360964147785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-there-was-certain-shoe-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RwMcACfDB-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/HN2X572p8ww/s72-c/love_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-222649427274984410</id><published>2007-09-17T00:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:59:38.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She writes again, it burns. Hide.Well I'm back. Almost within the span of a week too! Its been a pretty crazy week. School is picking up. Teachers smile at you while pushing arduous tasks under you nose. Articles to be read, papers to be written and throats to be slit. Ahh sweet sweet school, oh how I love it. Very soon I will have so much work on my hands that I will have no time whatsoever to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/222649427274984410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/222649427274984410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-writes-again-it-burns.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Ru4ELcHNo8I/AAAAAAAAALw/50IJsx3A_WQ/s72-c/pixels-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8796243247335374936</id><published>2007-09-08T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:31:04.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Messed up.  I've been back about a couple of weeks, and already in record time I've managed to mess things up so fast it will make your head spin. I seriously wonder how I manage this sometimes. I'm not crazy vivacious, barely on the attractive side, well to be totally honest I look kinda fucked up actually. And though not all that often, I can be entirely tactless and waay too blunt. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8796243247335374936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8796243247335374936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1106682192713439773</id><published>2007-08-31T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:50:53.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> All you need is love.Please note that I am fully aware of the obscene amount of time during which I have not blogged. I'm here now and that's all that matters really. Between the last time I wrote and now, I've travelled a fair bit. Though not leaving American soil, it was pretty interesting. It all began with my road trippy journey to the East coast. (I have pictures, lots of them- will put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1106682192713439773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1106682192713439773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-you-need-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rter4DJ0DBI/AAAAAAAAALo/RrYVYB2j7co/s72-c/across1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5826900041416718798</id><published>2007-06-29T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:14:56.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you refuse me, you confuse me. What makes you think I'll let you in again?  Oddly enough, I always do. Call it weakness on my part, but unfortunately enough, I harbor a kind heart. One incapable of coldness, spite or hatred. In turn that always leaves room for much much disappointment.  I am back with a post, after what some would consider far too long and others would call not long at all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5826900041416718798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5826900041416718798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-you-refuse-me-you-confuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RoSLp9I4j1I/AAAAAAAAALY/cARprhzUhLI/s72-c/thdinosaurlove.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-545969689450754152</id><published>2007-06-06T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:08:33.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I regret to inform you that there will in fact be no 'Birthday Post' this year. I know that it has been consistent over the past however many years.But I just don't feel like it at all.Why? My heart hurts. Thats why.   Things are fine, if I change my mind, you'll know it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/545969689450754152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/545969689450754152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-regret-to-inform-you-that-there-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2373413546281757074</id><published>2007-05-06T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:42:20.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A night of 88 Keys.What turns you on? Well on the night of the 2nd of May, I was fortunate enough to confirm the answer to that question in a single word. Jazz.  Well appropriately enough, the evening began with Shalu stealing me away from math homework for some chocolate cake at Chili's. Mind you. this is not just any chocolate cake. This is the chocolate cake god sent to us, to make up for all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2373413546281757074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2373413546281757074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/night-of-88-keys.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rj4Dal9QmrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xxgdI8it0e8/s72-c/08_harry_connick_jr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-648401881618901069</id><published>2007-04-27T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:11:49.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relief.I've come to the end of the week. And if I'm observing correctly, I'm neither in shambles nor an emotional wreck. Be warned though, I soon will be - I can feel it. Maybe the fact that I've randomly burst into tears several times this week is a red flare. Be it in the car, in front of the tv or under my covers before I fall asleep. It happens and it can't be helped.The many end of semester </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/648401881618901069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/648401881618901069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/relief.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RjJ4hV9QmqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aW-8RlTWvGk/s72-c/349433007l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1817191079415014404</id><published>2007-04-19T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:19:56.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Picture PostLong awaited, I'm holding to my promise. For those of you who need to see to believe. And because my mummy is a highly visual creature. Enjoy!(Descriptions are BELOW the pictures)Pictures of the lake/river that runs through school.Where I sit/draw/read/write, before/after/in between classes.Walkway behind HSCAcross the lake from the Arts building. Library!Lovely gloomy morningness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1817191079415014404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1817191079415014404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-post-long-awaited-im-holding-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RihGL-06aOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_YLDWWT0tQQ/s72-c/School+etc+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-3443442347015365876</id><published>2007-04-16T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:21:57.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sit here clutching uselessness, keys for doors that don't exist.I hate this. Several hours into the night, people are meant to be sleeping, I lie awake thinking- wondering whats wrong with me. No its not self loathe or pity, its not a cry for attention. Its just the pure unadulterated need to rant. When your all your confusion, anguish, self-doubt, frustration and sadness is turned into anger. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3443442347015365876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/3443442347015365876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/sit-here-clutching-uselessness-keys-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RiMNfNj46YI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mq9Uowjk5_0/s72-c/idontknow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5816032775655084490</id><published>2007-04-12T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:09:24.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Mourn For Those Who Never Knew You.I have come to hate in between class time. Ordinarily I'd be more than happy to embrace it. But lately its become somewhat of a drag. This of course is not to be mistaken for my morning post class ritual. This involves 9am, the weakened morning sun, a book of some captivity, the lake, the very last bench by it and of course, me. This ritual is one I've come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5816032775655084490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5816032775655084490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-mourn-for-those-who-never-knew-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rh52hNj46WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Du6w7mlkMsU/s72-c/_2523526.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1801596849462009879</id><published>2007-04-10T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:39:40.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Delicate. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1801596849462009879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1801596849462009879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/delicate.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-8798929836482837415</id><published>2007-04-07T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:07:13.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Come sit close to meLeave your mark under my skin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8798929836482837415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/8798929836482837415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-sit-close-to-me-leave-your-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rhg_yw_8eFI/AAAAAAAAADg/8W-3zSgvmP8/s72-c/SHAUN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-296043722420070328</id><published>2007-04-06T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:15:33.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Convinced on the inside, that somethings wrong with me. Gah. Its Friday night and in light of not having classes yesterday and today, it officially feels like Sunday night. I have a strict urgency within me reminding me I have gigantic essays to write and huge tests to study for. This weekend is crucial, very important. This entire month is meant for me to be as hardworking as I can, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/296043722420070328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/296043722420070328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/convinced-on-inside-that-somethings.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RhbqdA_8d6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q6uqz-shdaQ/s72-c/534112702_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-6907616461356300340</id><published>2007-04-02T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:17:34.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Innocent Things."As i ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste. As i drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed down with the crisp taste of the wine. I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy."- A Movable Feast, Ernest HemingwayHis eyes, troubled, drenched with intensity, see right through you into your soul, all the way through your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6907616461356300340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/6907616461356300340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-innocent-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RhEm9VZ4JBI/AAAAAAAAACA/qrrw4n55W90/s72-c/co4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2912065549302189346</id><published>2007-03-30T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:25:06.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With talk of echoes and algae.Today I had plain, simple, normal coffee.It was absolutely, without a doubt, wonderful :]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2912065549302189346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2912065549302189346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/with-talk-of-echoes-and-algae.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rg1osVZ4JAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/533X3HG6mMg/s72-c/21fire.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-7221773538992173281</id><published>2007-03-29T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:29:41.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The perfect cup of coffee.Alright, for those of you who may know, I can be a bit of a coffee freak. Not in a scary brown teeth kind of way but a coffee coffee coffee unhealthy dependence kind of way. Now, ordinarily I have coffee at the start of my day, and that is normally in school. So what I do being the ultimately lazy person I can be, I buy my coffee each morning. What you see on TV where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7221773538992173281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7221773538992173281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect-cup-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RgtZg1Z4I_I/AAAAAAAAABs/CVKEyLXSP64/s72-c/seasons.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-4950195309719909691</id><published>2007-03-21T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:56:46.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In just one week, the killing of more than 300,000 baby harp seals will begin in Canada.  Sign our petition and demand an end to the needless slaughter of these beautiful animals for their fur.  Add your name to the list of more than 80,000 people who are demanding that Prime Minister Stephen Harper permanently end the annual seal slaughter. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4950195309719909691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4950195309719909691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-just-one-week-killing-of-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RgFGYg5LzXI/AAAAAAAAABk/3D49b__OxkQ/s72-c/sealpcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-4690233871762481227</id><published>2007-03-18T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:13:01.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirty words and poison dreams... Alrighty so the infamous Spring Break has come to screeching halt as of today. I'm sure we're all too familiar with the feeling of Sunday night before school. Its a crappy feeling. Its a feeling that bubbles in the pit of your stomach. No matter how much you may love school, how prepared you may be for it, it hits you like a bullet in your gut. The feeling of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4690233871762481227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/4690233871762481227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/dirty-words-and-poison-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rf4JXSNqYBI/AAAAAAAAABc/2hjLcxPXyd4/s72-c/alice____xxsold_soul.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5419660675330970605</id><published>2007-03-14T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:52:02.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Who I am, we're told to toil at mouth Now louder answer the firmest fist and kisses Ask me again How gameshow season never endsThe same old reason I won't winSuspended in this animation I could use a new vacation Aimlessly the nameless and the faceless go to make up Tell me I'm not spending too much time on happy endings that my life does not rely on how much love you might be lending meAbove </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5419660675330970605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5419660675330970605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-i-am-were-told-to-toil-at-mouth-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/Rfd-7iNqX-I/AAAAAAAAABE/T7xVKRCl50A/s72-c/make.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-2346554690516096394</id><published>2007-03-08T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:16:06.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey love, awful happens all the time, dont' let it kill you.I sit in a not so social corner of the school library listening to Atreyu, and a mood washes over me. A mood I haven't had in a long time. I sit here, and I feel good. I feel happy, for no apparent reason. Just happy with myself. My soul is light though my heart is heavy. I sit in simplicity. And I am, if only for a brief moment, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2346554690516096394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/2346554690516096394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/emergency.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/RfOOmCNqX9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/cUKT3UO7e4c/s72-c/aaa94986-c52b-4a83-b7a2-dc63871fbec3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-1249625693858906468</id><published>2007-03-02T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:04:50.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to stay paralized by fear of abandonment?  Indeed, I'll teach you all that in 8 Easy Steps. Its crazy. Not like Dick Van-Dyke crazy or 6 Feet of bubble gum crazy. But Bi-polar sort of crazy. Its astounding how on minute you can be on top of the world, feeling wonderful. With the absolute joys of entering the weekend, feeling the vast freedom of the coming 48 hours, looking forward to a time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1249625693858906468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/1249625693858906468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-stay-paralized-by-fear-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/ReiRLk0pvkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aFypAN82lKU/s72-c/2004082900621401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-7302269345238664520</id><published>2007-02-26T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:02:38.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is not a victory march, its a cold and its a broken, Hallelujah.Today is just one of those days, when your body moves at normal pace, but your mind slows down to such an extent that it puts you back in perspective. Maybe its just me, maybe its just my disk cleanup, my spy sweeper, my re fragmenting. But every now and then, i get these days. I look within, inspecting every fiber of my being, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7302269345238664520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/7302269345238664520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-not-victory-march-its-cold-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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/_NFod8U6WTfA/ReMoB8MvH5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sRlLy4vsVvE/s72-c/16940847_b162d55841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-5938481007572155788</id><published>2007-02-26T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:11:56.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANKS KEIRAN!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5938481007572155788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/5938481007572155788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-keiran.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-117037000877411704</id><published>2007-02-01T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:41:29.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seasons of love.Alright so this little bit has been on hold for ages. And yes im aware that ive used that title before, countless times. Thats because I like it. With this almighty new computerness, I decided to blog. So i tried to sign in and they make me open a new account. Like I haven't got plenty of shit to remember. So they make me open a Google account, like i needed it. So now I have a '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/117037000877411704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/117037000877411704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/02/seasons-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116901513762028100</id><published>2007-01-17T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:25:37.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 8 Easy StepsTalking to my mumma online now and I'm just about to close-up shop and head to bed cos I've got school tomor at 8 frickin 05 in the morning and pretty much the rest of the afternoon after that. So i thought, why not drop in for a quicky blog entry for you wonderful folks who bother keeping yourselves posted. Today was the first day of school. I only had one class but i guess it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116901513762028100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116901513762028100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/8-easy-steps-talking-to-my-mumma.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116815146225925263</id><published>2007-01-07T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:26:17.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Alright so, i'm lying on the couch upstairs blogging or at least attempting to do so. Theres an ad on tv telling me that if i smoke i WILL die. I'd like to believe it. Family people are watching a movie downstairs that i choose not to be part of because of scary noises the tv is producing. Red Hot Chilli Peppers' Video is on tv, that gives me a chance to run downstairs to grab my earphones.Okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116815146225925263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116815146225925263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright-so-im-lying-on-couch-upstairs.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116781931245166324</id><published>2007-01-03T04:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:21:46.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 28th December 2006 // 9:45pmA little over a month now, and here i sit in a hotel room in Taipei. Freezing. With nothing but a television for company. The only english channels entail programmes on Food, Sex or both. Moving on to this dingy hotel room. As i entered with the heaviest pack possible on my back, whats in it you may ask. And i say, gold. Pure gold. But that aside, I'm actually in some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116781931245166324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116781931245166324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/28th-december-2006-945pm-little-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116482038988539835</id><published>2006-11-29T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:13:09.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYou can't tell, but I'm making pervy 'Duke from Moulin Rouge' noises now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116482038988539835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116482038988539835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/11/rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116160171097243851</id><published>2006-10-23T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:10:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ♥ NikiIn any case, have been pretty dead in bloggy world for a while. But i figured i'd better get my lazy fuckshit arse off the non bloggingness and well.. actually post something. I'm catholic but i swear. Get over it. Last weekend was uneventfully fun i guess. Considering it was Halloween weekend. Still feel reltively high levels of pooness when i think about it. Strange, cos i had a pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116160171097243851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116160171097243851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-nikiin-any-case-have-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-116046357954290210</id><published>2006-10-10T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:59:39.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bathroom Fun.I'm back schmexies :]♥</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116046357954290210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/116046357954290210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/bathroom-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115578891838716311</id><published>2006-08-17T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:29:48.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you may know, officials in Southwest China ordered the extermination of more than 50,000 dogs in late July after three people died from rabies. Among the animals slaughtered were up to 4,000 dogs who—despite being immunized against rabies—were dragged into the street and strangled or clubbed to death in front of their families. These awful deaths illustrate the Chinese government's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115578891838716311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115578891838716311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-you-may-know-officials-in-southwest.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115478794617215022</id><published>2006-08-05T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:25:47.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAARRR!Like us pirates do. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115478794617215022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115478794617215022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/aaarrrlike-us-pirates-do.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115272158681502483</id><published>2006-07-12T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:26:26.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGTEAPOT!&lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115272158681502483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115272158681502483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-omg-omg-omg-omgteapot3.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115261238027379481</id><published>2006-07-11T05:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:13:18.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its bloggy time.And even though my internet is being a bum bum, I shall blog on Ms Word, till me internet is UN bumbumafied.Since her last blog entry (yes that’s the one where she met Jamie Cullum ahem*) Jenny has done several things. Some extremely practical and productive (being such a person) and some neither practical nor productive. Being extremely unproductive more often than not. She has: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115261238027379481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115261238027379481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-bloggy-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115064461034019435</id><published>2006-06-18T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:19:13.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cabbed over the Caldecott Mediacorp thingy on Andrew road cos i thought i was going to be late. Met everyone, chitty chatted, met Jessea, made a fool of myself, and did stupid things and waited for Sandra to show with the other official and cameeera people. Bus bus bus! We bussed to Meritus Mandrin, where the little lovely man was residing for the time being. The lot of us were going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115064461034019435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115064461034019435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/cabbed-over-caldecott-mediacorp-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-115030721386667597</id><published>2006-06-14T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:15:54.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Birthday BlissI love all you sexy lovely people. Thanks for making my night memorable!&lt;333  Yay for Birdsnest!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115030721386667597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/115030721386667597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-blissi-love-all-you-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114975904451131168</id><published>2006-06-08T04:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:30:45.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glor, since you wanted to see :)  Thanks to them, im meeting him babyyy yeaaaa wooooooot!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114975904451131168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114975904451131168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/glor-since-you-wanted-to-see-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114664601410743981</id><published>2006-05-03T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:16:58.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Okay, i've been on this create post page several times this week. I write a few lines, browse around till something else claims my attention and then i close this window forgetting every intention to blog, whatsoever. But that will not deter me any longer. I, having been here for a fair bit and so far, have not been distracted by anything. Seems to be a good start. Plus I'm pass the dreaded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114664601410743981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114664601410743981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-ive-been-on-this-create-post-page.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114556109030107279</id><published>2006-04-20T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:24:52.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Yay. Its blogging time. As i sit here alone on this humble Thursday evening/Friday morning with my playlist running with the usual likes of Mraz, i realise once again why i fell in love with him and his music in the first place. He and his all round awesome awesomeness. Ahem* awesomeness that I MET! woot!! In any case (hahahaaha) This week has been pretty good. Aside from the consistent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114556109030107279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114556109030107279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114490260583623741</id><published>2006-04-13T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:37:56.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammiit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114490260583623741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114490260583623741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/dammiit.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114473968033840229</id><published>2006-04-11T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:19:50.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The things i learned on CSI. I like that avatar, it makes me smile. Well, lets see since the last time i blogged (which was that picture posting trying to con you in to visiting my DA page) not much has happened really. The usual, breezing in and out of the house, peoples lives stuff like that. My last entry was on the 20th of March, so that means i get to blab on and on about anything that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114473968033840229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114473968033840229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-i-learned-on-csi.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114368233108690966</id><published>2006-03-29T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:32:11.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taste and you will see.Click me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114368233108690966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114368233108690966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/taste-and-you-will-see.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114355845325427555</id><published>2006-03-28T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:07:33.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To My Angel  Keep on keeping it realCause it keeps getting easier indeedHere’s the reason that I'm laughingEven if there's no one elseYou've got to love yourselfYou shouldn't mumble when you speak, But keep your tongue up in your cheekAnd if you stumble on to something better, remember that it's humble that you seekYou got all the skill you need, IndividualityYou got somethingCall it gumption, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114355845325427555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114355845325427555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-my-angel-keep-on-keeping-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114283404071256604</id><published>2006-03-20T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:38:04.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and they called her FOXY!okay so its back to one of those end of the week posts. Today is Monday and that would actaully mean the start of the week. So yes the end of last week and the start of this week. Get it? okayAside from the extensive amounts of nice things to look at this week, and the Angelina going and coming back. Things have been pretty much bleah. I say bleah, but this week has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114283404071256604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114283404071256604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-they-called-her-foxy-okay-so-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114232636813291527</id><published>2006-03-14T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T05:01:24.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets keep talking, anything to stop clockwatchingBeing at homea lott this week has driven me to vile extents of house cleaning and television watching, aside from roaming the home in indecent amounts of clothing. Certain things on the tellie to strike me, good ways and bad. It makes me think, and that make my being an unavoidably opinionated twerp problem a little, no a lot worse. In other words,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114232636813291527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114232636813291527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-keep-talking-anything-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114222918175061038</id><published>2006-03-13T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:05:26.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For you, I will.Yesterday, i went down to the Esplanade to cover the Mosaic Music Festival for someone else, i officially start my shifts on Tuesday (14th) I learnt a few things about myself.one: Large hordes of Indian people (ethnic costumes, jasmine scented and all) can be reallly intimidating. And i am indeed quite terrified by them.two: I learnt how much i actually enjoy the sound of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114222918175061038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114222918175061038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-you-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114210025055921989</id><published>2006-03-11T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:04:10.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving on a Jetplane.yes yes i know this ought to stop happening. But well, most people agree that the Wright Brothers were indeed Right, therefore people have been Leaving and will continue to be leaving on jetplanes. I know this post was supposed to be "tomor" (see last post) And that "tomor" would officially have been yesterday. So im sorry for the lateness. In any case, its not like i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114210025055921989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114210025055921989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114192568299631849</id><published>2006-03-09T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:34:43.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i promise i will blog tomor. ohh that craving died to soon. before i could get to a com. Shit. oh well TOMOR!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114192568299631849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114192568299631849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-promise-i-will-blog-tomor.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049470.post-114157895320879256</id><published>2006-03-05T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:15:53.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jenny should seriously find a nice bridge and jump off it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114157895320879256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049470/posts/default/114157895320879256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etherealandlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/jenny-should-seriously-find-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201631047217681866</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></entry></feed>
