<?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-3921993597079190775</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:48.667-07:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music to my ears.'/><category term='Black Friday'/><title type='text'>Polishing the Stars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-5370148358134089074</id><published>2008-01-06T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:06:00.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music to my ears.'/><title type='text'>Sentimental Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/zd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/zd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am going to bump NPR and say, &lt;em&gt;listen to it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that broadcasts here in Southern California is great--especially when they have Zooey Deschanel as a guest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was excited to turn on my lovely radio and hear a hauntingly beautiful voice posing as a Dj!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of this is just too exciting for my meek heart. I just about flipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is releasing an album with M. Ward entitled &lt;em&gt;Volume One &lt;/em&gt;in March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With their powers combined, they form the unstoppable duo, She And Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Deschanel will also be performing Tuesday evening, January 8th at the Walt Disney Concert Hall for a show called Concrete Frequency: Songs of the City. This is going to be an amazing show that reminds us of the strong connection between music and the city (a bond that I have forgotten in the short time of being away from the metropolis).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to this show was merely a plan for me (way before Christmas). And it just kind of dropped of the face of the world. Insufficient funds and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I don't think anyone else I asked really wanted to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it was really a treat to listen to my new favorite appliance in a new bedroom by candlelight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sound of rain out my window. The hope of snow in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the most beautiful voice singing the sweetest songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-5370148358134089074?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/5370148358134089074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=5370148358134089074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/5370148358134089074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/5370148358134089074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2008/01/sentimental-heart.html' title='Sentimental Heart'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-7182352428207294589</id><published>2007-12-13T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:44:26.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Disneyland trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/blairtrio_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/blairtrio_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Was honestly the most perfect trip I've ever taken. It was really the best Passholder trip, sitting, people-watching, and just taking in the atmosphere. It wasn't crowded, cast members were ever so helpful, and the weather held up beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, since that trip, things have been moving fast as usual. I just got accepted to the Disney College Program! Which means I will be getting paid to spend time at the park, for days! Yeah, working, but really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2007 was a good year. For the most part, anyway. All the sad times gave way to amazingly good news to come through and hundreds of reasons to celebrate. And everything moved so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-7182352428207294589?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/7182352428207294589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=7182352428207294589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/7182352428207294589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/7182352428207294589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-disneyland-trip.html' title='That Disneyland trip...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-2113899413947776949</id><published>2007-12-02T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:47:21.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me count thy ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time for another sleepless night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Billie and I are going to Disneyland tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It always feels like Christmas Eve the night before a big Disney trip. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, there are little solo trips, but it's a big deal when you're with a sweetie. And they also happen to take the whole day off from work just to see the Christmas castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a big kid, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now here's the blog about my all-time favorite place in the world, Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have yet to be to another place that if filled with as much magic as Disneyland. I have heard the same said from many people who travel much more than I do. I mean, really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What other place has adults and children alike all wide-eyed? What other fireworks display can make a grown man cry? Where else can you see it snow when it's 70degrees out? Where else can you see ghosts, relax on a cruise, dine with royalty, enjoy a Dole Whip, explore an ancient tomb, and wait in a three and a half hour line all in one day? What other place lets you have at Johnny Depp (or a Sparrow look-alike, same thing.)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only one place in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Small castle. Big pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reppin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-2113899413947776949?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/2113899413947776949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=2113899413947776949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/2113899413947776949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/2113899413947776949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-me-count-thy-ways.html' title='Let me count thy ways...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-3871818756036980794</id><published>2007-11-23T22:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:00:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazytown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, we just need a day to sleep until noon, have the most lunchiest of breakfasts, spend a day with Netflix, and wait for your sweetheart's phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better day to do this than the day after Black Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to BN later today (much later) and pick up some foreign Vogues. I must get the lead out when it comes to schoolwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-3871818756036980794?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/3871818756036980794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=3871818756036980794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/3871818756036980794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/3871818756036980794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazytown_23.html' title='Lazytown.'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-540692293206932683</id><published>2007-11-23T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:18:12.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Black Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will never participate in Black Friday again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I say that every year, but I always come back. It's the thrill of the hunt, I guess. It's like Ebay without having to wait by the window for the postman every day. But this holiday season will be a little...scarce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I begin whining though, Thanksgiving was delicious and beautiful. Waking up late in my own bed, getting to bustle about the kitchen the rest of the morning, romping around in a new apron I made for the KP. And, if I can be so bold as to say my aunt makes the best candied yams ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that Thanksgiving is done, it's time to fix my gaze on Christmas. This year I do not have a job, am up to my eyeballs in debt, and have a running student-loan tab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, this Christmas is going to suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love handmade goods and always try to give homemade gifts, but handmade still costs something. Materials and whatnot. Some still insanely expensive. And who has the time? And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because I gave into commercialism in the spirit of Black Friday, "I" bought gifts for Billie (my darling boyfriend), and spent a whopping $132.65.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also closed my credit card this afternoon. Wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will never participate in Black Friday again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-540692293206932683?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/540692293206932683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=540692293206932683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/540692293206932683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/540692293206932683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday.'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921993597079190775.post-4576592480703019706</id><published>2007-11-23T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:34:30.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polish the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody has to go polish the stars.&lt;br /&gt;They're looking a little bit dull.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has to go polish the stars,&lt;br /&gt;For the eagles and starlings and gulls,&lt;br /&gt;Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,&lt;br /&gt;They say they want new ones we cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;So please get your rags&lt;br /&gt;and your polishing jars,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has to go polish the stars... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921993597079190775-4576592480703019706?l=noellessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/feeds/4576592480703019706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921993597079190775&amp;postID=4576592480703019706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/4576592480703019706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921993597079190775/posts/default/4576592480703019706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noellessong.blogspot.com/2007/11/polish-stars.html' title='Polish the Stars'/><author><name>Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224946061639534809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v517/ellemurder/teas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
