<?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-3183203935582756894</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:29:13.113-04:00</updated><category term='dark crystal'/><category term='Pam'/><category term='david bowie'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='fitness day one'/><category term='Style Sunday'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='true blood'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='free'/><category term='bella'/><category term='sweden'/><category term='music'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='Mustache'/><category term='dead like me'/><category term='flapjack'/><category term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>The Marvelous Misadventures Of Nystacular</title><subtitle type='html'>Sewing, Food, Music, and TV. Four things I love, and three things I am not good at.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-738929261883927276</id><published>2009-09-06T13:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:31:50.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><title type='text'>Style Sunday - Pam</title><content type='html'>I decided to devote my Sunday posts about style and outfits, all that good girlie stuff. Since I'm not a full time fashionista, I don't really follow trends, I'm just aware of them. My thought process behind any outfit is based on characters. So for this week I'm totally doing my favorite sassy vamp, Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your dead doesn't mean you have to dress like a woman of the night. Pam is all about wearing sweater sets and looking like the cute deadly WASP that she is. Since it's Sunday and I go to church, I like to dress up so today I channeled Pams tribunal outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVJqazBd1og&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVJqazBd1og&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. theres a bit too much bill in that clip, but you get a nice one liner from pam near the end, also it shows off her outfit (theres hardly any good photos of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SqP8XnRiVWI/AAAAAAAAACw/GElnH5e-iPg/s1600-h/random+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SqP8XnRiVWI/AAAAAAAAACw/GElnH5e-iPg/s400/random+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378419862620231010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at that, I even posed like Pam.  by the way, I have no idea why my camera made me so washed out, while I am extremely pale, I'm not on the verge of being confused for peice of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown safari shirt from gap that's a few years old (and I bought it on clearance!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown faux snake skin cork wedges, that are 5 inches in height, I don't need the height being that I'm 5'7  but come on, they make the outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went light on the makeup because I was going to church (its so not classy to be vamped up on a sunday morning) so i just used a brown and a dark purply brown eyeshadow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And there you have it. All I need is a tall strapping viking to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on Pams style, read &lt;a href="http://true-blood.net/2009/07/22/true-blood-fashion-the-lady-vampire/#tvg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; wonderful article by True-Blood.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-738929261883927276?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/738929261883927276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/09/style-sunday-pam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/738929261883927276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/738929261883927276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/09/style-sunday-pam.html' title='Style Sunday - Pam'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SqP8XnRiVWI/AAAAAAAAACw/GElnH5e-iPg/s72-c/random+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-2013841099926664530</id><published>2009-09-04T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:21:05.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead like me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>the spice of life</title><content type='html'>Chefs all have their favorite ingredients and dishes, and while I am no way a chef, I am a daughter of one so I think I can get away with talking about mine without sounding like an ignorant prick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, my favorite spice on the planet is Cinnamon and yet, I've sadly never really had it. I've only had cinnamomum aromaticum or cinnamomum burmannii, because those are the most common that is sold in the US. I put that stuff on everything, and I mean everything. Most people mix finnamon (what I am now going to call fake cinnamon) with sugar and use it that way, I've moved on from that a long time ago, so in the spirit of my blog, I'll try to make things short and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple recipes (so simple that they shouldn't really called a recipe, more like a seasoning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DUPER CINNAMON PEANUT BUTTER SAMMICH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;put your favorite peanut butter on a slice of bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;douse the peanut butter with a bunch of cinnamon, logom it to your preference, for me theres really never too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;close up the sandwich and eat. OM NOM NOM NOM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            optional- putt raisins inside the sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINNAMON POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook up some popcorn (stove or micro)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as soon as its done, sprinkle with a cinnamon sugar combo (or if your like me, straight up finnamon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ENJOY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seriously. its good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OLD MAID SMITHS CINNAMON APPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;slice up a wonderful granny smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cover the cut edges with cinnamon sugar (or lightly with finnamon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;done, and now you have a gracious plenty of extremely simple recipes to try out, and the power of cinnamon isn't limited to just sweet dishes, its just all I think about. I've put cinnamon in chilis, on sweet potato fries with a bit of paprika and even cooked a viking chicken dish that I seasoned with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because its been so long since I last posted, I'll give you some music too. AND TIE IT ALL IN TOGETHER! ITS MADNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dead like me. maybe I just have some sick obsession with death? and I found this song while youtubing cinnamon, so enjoy, its not the greatest song ever, but its like bubblegum pop, short and sweet, plus I know I'd love kissing someone whos lips taste like cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCjD9Ldlins&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCjD9Ldlins&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-2013841099926664530?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/2013841099926664530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/spice-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/2013841099926664530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/2013841099926664530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/spice-of-life.html' title='the spice of life'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-45123871267510505</id><published>2009-08-29T10:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:47:40.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david bowie'/><title type='text'>dumb crystal</title><content type='html'>Like all the young and hip college students, I watch children movies. Really not just kids movies, I pretty much am a child trapped in an adults body. I'd never seen dark crystal so when I was at my library looking at movies to rent, I figured why not. How dumb was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DARK CRYSTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/Dark-crystal-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 350px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/Dark-crystal-dvd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. pure and simple. Don't hate me if i'm ruining your childhood memories, don't read this either because you are not going to like what follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the story there's some boring intro about the skeksis (which I swear sounds like sexys) who are evil and the mystics who are good, and how there's only ten of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lead of this movie is Jen/Jeb/Gem, the dvd cover says its Jen but the sound isn't that great so I heard his name 3 different ways. Jeb is a puppet. everything in this movie is a puppet, brought to life by the jim henson company. Now I love puppets, they make everything amazing and funny with their movements, not in this movie, I didn't have any good voices or funny movements to smile at. Jens voice actor is seriously lame, I'm guessing they hired a crappy actor for it (normally the puppeteer does the voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gem needs to go on a quest to find the shard of the Crystal to restore balance to the world by putting it back with the giant dark crystal. boring. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite line of the whole movie was when some skeksis said to another "I hate your whimper" and then I realized they aren't evil, they're just grumpy old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperor of the skeksis dies and in order to get a new one, someone needs to claim the throne, but oh no! two people want it, so what does this lead to? trial by stone. Whats that you ask? its too skeksis striking giant swords on a piece of rock. The one who cuts the rock wins. How exciting. Though I really loved what happens to the loser. Once there is a winner, the loser drops his giant sharp sword, and then he is stripped naked by his fellow skeksis. that's it. he doesn't get killed nor does he try to kill anyone. Skeksis naked time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way The dark crystal makes a noise that sounds like a house alarm going off. Next time mine goes off, I'm so just going to say the crystal calls (as said by the skeksis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what point are we in the movie? 20 minutes in. What did I write down for this point in time? I hate this movie, making the rest of my notes are short, i'll bullet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; there's something called dreamfasting, which is lame, jeb meets another of his race and they touch and have some creepy memory thing where they both see each others memories and talk over each other while its happening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh joy. there's a gross eating scene with the skeksis. seriously, my ocd sense was tingling. wanna know the best way to disgust someone? eat in front of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, the seski and mystic join together, physically. My mind totally went to the spice girl song when two become one, which is horrible. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and TA DA we're done the movie. finally. I was so bored I started to sketch things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't waste your time watching this.&lt;/span&gt; Instead, why not watch the better Jim henson movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;. Not only does it have good puppets (funny, great voices, amazing movement) but it also has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt; (a hot bowie in amazing clothes) stealing a baby brother in order for what? To get some chicks attention. I thought her acting was bad, its nothing compared to the horrible voice of Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-45123871267510505?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/45123871267510505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/dumb-crystal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/45123871267510505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/45123871267510505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/dumb-crystal.html' title='dumb crystal'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-4308912458669399181</id><published>2009-08-22T19:11:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:47:52.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>The glossy glossy</title><content type='html'>When it comes to make up, just call me Hoover because I suck hard. My mother was never a girlie girl, thus never teaching me how to do my hair or makeup so I've been on my own when it comes to being a girl. At most I put on foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow and maybe lipstick or lip gloss, and that's usually only once a week or when its some big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows that I love a good deal, the cheaper the better, no matter what the item is, and if its a dollar, I'll buy it, even if I don't need it. My friend told me a few weeks ago that Sephora did a free birthday giveaway and that I should look into it, and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;None, that's right, none of the sites that I frequent about free items ever told me about Sephora, at all, so I figured I'd be a good little girl and share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The terms- Sign up online at sephora.com to be in their e-mail thingy, Go into any sephora 2 weeks before, or 2 weeks after your birthday and tell a sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s girl (YEA. I used the sexist term, deal with it) that its you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r birthday. Or buy something on sephora.com, which was no way happening for me, even if I do like some of their 18 dollar lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I walked in, told the lady it was my birthday and BAM, got my gift, which came in a cute store bag (i've never shopped there alright, i'm impressed when it's not a cheapo plastic bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHuLKMdBJI/AAAAAAAAACA/FhnlGe9wOFQ/s1600-h/tyler+1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHuLKMdBJI/AAAAAAAAACA/FhnlGe9wOFQ/s200/tyler+1873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373337705912272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHumg3vBdI/AAAAAAAAACI/e3OfCqQUnos/s1600-h/tyler+1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHumg3vBdI/AAAAAAAAACI/e3OfCqQUnos/s200/tyler+1875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373338175855855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken out of the bag, FANCY! its wrapped in tissue paper!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHvBP8apTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TAMBqfy2TVY/s1600-h/tyler+1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHvBP8apTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TAMBqfy2TVY/s200/tyler+1876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373338635168556338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still fancy, I love the package, it says happy birthday in english and french, merci!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHvcPiC_6I/AAAAAAAAACY/2dwKNpqh6D0/s1600-h/tyler+1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHvcPiC_6I/AAAAAAAAACY/2dwKNpqh6D0/s200/tyler+1879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373339098914422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TA DA! lip gloss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in 3 different shades, unfortunately not flavors the lightest is called Precious Pink, the middle is Rosy Glow, and the darkest is bronzed beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHv2QvipeI/AAAAAAAAACg/VGe5Ra_Ajcg/s1600-h/tyler+1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHv2QvipeI/AAAAAAAAACg/VGe5Ra_Ajcg/s200/tyler+1885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373339545916057058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be honest, I'll probably never use this beside putting them on for this blog. Are shiny lips supposed to be attractive to a guy by making them think that I just ate a whole bucket of of deep fried delights and not wipe my mouth? Who came up with lip gloss? I highly doubt it was a woman with long hair because if you move while wearing it, you hair sticks to your lips. I know, oh so attractive. Where was I? Oh yes, my favorite shade of the bunch was rosy glow, and I'll never wear them because the combo of slapping some lipstick on my lips and then chapstick to keep them moisturized but not sticky&amp;amp; shiny is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think this freebie is a little flawed. I didn't have to show any id, or have a coupon or anything, so really I could have gone to all the sephoras in my area to pick up free lip gloss for future birthday presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if your really into getting free stuff/lying then you could do this when its not your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-4308912458669399181?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/4308912458669399181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/glossy-glossy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/4308912458669399181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/4308912458669399181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/glossy-glossy.html' title='The glossy glossy'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpHuLKMdBJI/AAAAAAAAACA/FhnlGe9wOFQ/s72-c/tyler+1873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-6524167783048375000</id><published>2009-08-21T07:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:55:22.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Konungariket Sverige &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;oh Sweden, how I love you. Since I recently realized my dream country would in fact be the kingdom of Sweden, I've been into trying/watching/reading/doing anything Swedish because I want to study there for a semester in a year or two. With that being said I love music, and one of the best way for me to connect is through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;-3 very different tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lets just get the elephant out of the way. yes. I love abba. they are national heroes in sweden and the highest grossing swedish artist ever, but I wanted to listen to other artists who are more modern, hard to believe but it can't be all abba, all the time forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indie pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I already listened to the band I'm from Barcelona, for years before I was really into the swedes, too bad its in english. This song is when the founding member is in paris just singing away with strangers, I actually like it better than the original. fun fact- there's 27 members in the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQS_LCBAGx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQS_LCBAGx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy club music. Most people hate it, not this guy. BEHOLD! BASSHUNTER! Recently he put out his original album in full english, and let me be the first one to admit its complete crap, but when the songs are sung in swedish its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYQUsp-jxDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYQUsp-jxDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alt/Indie Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and my latest obsession, Kent. They did release an album in english back in 99 but we're not here to talk about english, because people all over the world sing in english. Just listen to it, I'm bored at reading my own words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-3ChVWFkqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-3ChVWFkqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-6524167783048375000?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/6524167783048375000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/konungariket-sverige-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/6524167783048375000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/6524167783048375000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/konungariket-sverige-3.html' title='Konungariket Sverige &lt;3'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-3789952831567582675</id><published>2009-08-19T18:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:59:16.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>I didn't want to wear a checked shirt and grow a mustache - that's what you had to do, and everyone did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyB-I9r6vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g9SlV8qKyDA/s1600-h/tyler+1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyB-I9r6vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g9SlV8qKyDA/s320/tyler+1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371811360104246002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sewing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who doesn't love a mustache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe babies, but they're dumb anyway.  I don't know if other people do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this, but when I see myself in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the mirror I usually make faces/strike poses to entertain myself (on my way out of my room theres a mirror so i do it at least once a day) and while this is fun, it was lacking something.  Something with style and grace that would automatically class up any joint I walked into. Thats right, I hand sewed a giant mustache in order to keep things classy and sassy at the same time because I am a girl. so heres how to do it! PS my picture is blurry because I'm still not sure if I want my mug up on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step one- figure out what shape you want your stache to be, I went with the classic curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step two- cut that out of cheapo felt because this isn't going to change your life, so it shouldn't change your wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step three- hand sewing it almost all the way round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step four- stuff with poly fill to give it depth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step five- optional,  sew lines to give it more realism&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyCjH-UC-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GzvIgSjgnDw/s1600-h/stachedomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyCjH-UC-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GzvIgSjgnDw/s320/stachedomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371811995493600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ENJOY BY PUTTING IT ON ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES. I think it makes domo look super snazzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyCL7noXlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ty_AEtX0UtE/s1600-h/tyler+1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyCL7noXlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ty_AEtX0UtE/s320/tyler+1864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371811597040246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-3789952831567582675?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/3789952831567582675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-want-to-wear-checked-shirt-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/3789952831567582675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/3789952831567582675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-want-to-wear-checked-shirt-and.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to wear a checked shirt and grow a mustache - that&apos;s what you had to do, and everyone did.'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SoyB-I9r6vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g9SlV8qKyDA/s72-c/tyler+1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-3361944432440361161</id><published>2009-08-19T06:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:45:50.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flapjack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>TA DA! I'm no longer a teenage. This means when I watch my cartoons, it'll be even more pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaYJXK5JjWE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_detailpage&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaYJXK5JjWE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_detailpage&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. TODAY WILL BE A DAY FULL OF FREEBIES AND FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make this post worth something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could be the greatest birthday song ever, not only is it ten times better than happy birthday, but its so perky and quirky. I love the lead singers weird/highpitched voice, it makes the song super cute, with that being said i've listened to it 3 times in a row already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40K2S0-5Xo0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_detailpage&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40K2S0-5Xo0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_detailpage&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-3361944432440361161?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/3361944432440361161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/3361944432440361161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/3361944432440361161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-1734794336974840061</id><published>2009-08-17T18:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:17:38.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'>FAILURE</title><content type='html'>so. guess what I didn't do. Thats right, work out everyday. seriously, thats a bit too much effort for me.  I'm still in the process of figuring out my blog, because I don't really think I'm amazing enough to have one. Then again it could be because I'm too lazy to actually take pictures of things I do and upload them, so I'll start with some older things I've done and maybe I'll get around to taking pictures of in progress things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any girl, I LOVE a good bargain, so much so that I get really excited when I go to the thrift store. Now whats a bargain to some might not be a bargain to others, like me for example hates paying more than 10 dollars for anything. ANYTHING. so when I went thrifting with my Mom (yes. not do I have hermit like tendencies, I mostly do everything with my mom) I found this gem of a shirt. I think it was around $7 for it, and its an american eagle shirt, which means it was probably 37 dollars once? I really have no idea, I just know they are too rich for my blood. Are you bored yet? I'll shorten this novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;While the shirt fit, the pattern was like a 1970s wallpaper in the dinning room nightmare, and with the collar is just sealed the, my grandmom wore this when it was in style, deal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ripped out the collar to make it more modern (collarless collars are all the rage, and pretty nifty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It still didn't tame the beastly qualitys of the shirt, which by the way, was a horrible color, who was this supposed to look good on?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dyed it (a few times) with some brown rit dye that I found in the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT CAME OUT AWESOME. it totally tamed the beast, and the brown had a rather nice purple like quality. Oh and the thread didn't dye at all, which made it even better because the shirt has some really pretty seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In all, I've worn this maybe 2 times, it fits in more with my bella swan like wardrobe, meaning its not really girlie, maybe I'll wear it again in the winter if i'm feeling butchy. WHO KNOWS. atleast I have one more option to for in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; After&lt;/span&gt; (with the collar from before to show the&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   difference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SonhFRxGXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/--1lStGh1O8/s1600-h/RANDOM+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SonhFRxGXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/--1lStGh1O8/s320/RANDOM+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371071511400963634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SonhFoaEC4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7K4HKqC-T6Q/s1600-h/RANDOM+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SonhFoaEC4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7K4HKqC-T6Q/s320/RANDOM+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371071517478357890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-1734794336974840061?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/1734794336974840061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/1734794336974840061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/1734794336974840061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/08/failure.html' title='FAILURE'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SonhFRxGXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/--1lStGh1O8/s72-c/RANDOM+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183203935582756894.post-8702968953614105094</id><published>2009-07-02T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:05:00.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness day one'/><title type='text'>First day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ay dios. I was having a hard time trying to decide what to do for 30 days straight (july is 30 days right?) and I planning on doing art, but its 10:30 at night and i'm uninspired, SO! its plan b, fitness crap. Can you feel the excitement? no? good. because it isn't really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already do yoga for 30 minutes, 3 days a week. and thats about it, I hardly walk or do anything because i'm a bit of a hermit. Did I mention that the yoga is by me using a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;get rid of the wiggle in my belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be able to run without dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stats-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age- 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height- 5'7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight- 129&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Body fat- 24.9% -according to the &lt;a href="http://www.healthcentral.com/cholesterol/home-body-fat-test-2774-143.html#accurate"&gt;home body fat test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pounds of fat- 32.1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pounds of lean 92.9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have no clue what all that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I did Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-Yoga for 25 minutes (I've been falling short of 30 minutes a lot lately)&lt;br /&gt;-1.5 hours on doing house hold chores, mopping/sweeping the floor, laundry, putting away dishes, and vacuuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to veg out in front of the tv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3183203935582756894-8702968953614105094?l=nystacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/feeds/8702968953614105094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/8702968953614105094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3183203935582756894/posts/default/8702968953614105094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nystacular.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html' title='First day!'/><author><name>Nystacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16534392511954916205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u49POer0DFU/SpBdHmyW6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/XNl50RvwSao/S220/cosplay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
