<?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-5742992077119760751</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:48:19.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts on the Mirror</title><subtitle type='html'>College is hard. Lets mix 17 hours of classes, then study - then take a few breaks.  
I school hard, 
I play hard, 
I work hard and I chill hard. 

Let's do life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742992077119760751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hearts on the Mirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10088455318243532240</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742992077119760751.post-6757186857794609474</id><published>2011-10-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:15:01.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Girl Hey</title><content type='html'>It's hard to catch you all up on my life in a few blog posts. Like Marilyn Monroe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little about me. &amp;nbsp;I'm a second-year University student living in New Orleans, studying Environmental Relations. &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to get into all my work, I love working for what I love best - the world! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I have so much fun doing what I do...sometimes a little too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I love those NOLA nights...Big Cup night anyone? &amp;nbsp;$6 buys you something like 32 oz of whatever you want... with a little pregame, one cup gets you where you need to go! &amp;nbsp;I play hard...I have bitchin drink ball and beer pong skills - and I kill at flip cup. &amp;nbsp;I love the drinking games. &amp;nbsp;Some hard times and some good, I've learned my lessons about boys+ too much alcohol the hard way (story for another post!), and I've learned my lesson about too much alcohol+very little time (another good one) and so many others. &amp;nbsp;But hey, I haven't regretted too much yet so I'm doin something right. &amp;nbsp;Hit up Boot O' Clock the other night (after 2 am at TU's campus bar) DRUNK DANCING IS MY FAV. &amp;nbsp;2 hours and we were still going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I can't even start on the boy life. &amp;nbsp;I call myself the weekend girl. &amp;nbsp;I'm the girl that comes in on Thursday and Friday, then is out and forgotten by Sunday. &amp;nbsp;I love the boys. &amp;nbsp;I can't get away from it. &amp;nbsp;Whatever - but I do get tired of not feeling like guys want to get to know me. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm attractive, but I just don't understand why guys are so into taking me home at night or wasting the time to get to know me and then I never see them again! Whoops. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on a list. A list of guys that I hook up with, take home, get a number from...you know. &amp;nbsp;So far I'm up to 8 guys this year that I've done more than just get some ##s. &amp;nbsp; So only 3 have those have made it further than just some kissing. &amp;nbsp;I had my first one-night-stand this year - most of the guys I know come back for a few more times, I had one guy this year who I celebrated a one month hook-a-versary with...THAT was fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;On the other hand, I hooked up with a guy that I had known for one year who I found in a bar. &amp;nbsp;We hooked up in the bar... &amp;nbsp;Which was fun...and trashy... and probably really dirty...But mostly just awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And now I'm into a guy who I found out was into me last year...when I had a little bit of a dating disaster...But anyways, this guy T-, is fantastic. &amp;nbsp;He's tall (a must because I'm 5'9"), adorable and I can't help but have fun whenever I see him. &amp;nbsp;But last year, he didn't ask me out because a friend of his asked me out...and we dated (long story short I made some bad choices - this guy and I don't talk anymore because I figured out he was a huge tool and that I was just lonely and glad to find someone that didn't think of me as the Weekend Girl, pathetic, yes). &amp;nbsp;So T- kinda held back, until I kissed him this year. &amp;nbsp;And it was really good. &amp;nbsp;But now I'm worried that I 'm turning into the Weekend Girl for him too. And I don't know how to fix it (HELP PLEASE?!?) I'm so tired of trying to find a guy that will be with me for longer than a weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;BUT ANYWAYS. Drama. &amp;nbsp;I am hurting for a Smoothie King Angel Food Smoothie right now. &amp;nbsp;I work out like crazy, and it always makes me nuts for fruit. &amp;nbsp;Electrolytes, yes. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait for that. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking a night off from the crazy college party life tonight, I have a paper to work on (Food Security and how it relates to the failures of the gov't in Environmental Justice, exciting right?) and I could use a movie night or some cuddle time. &amp;nbsp;Maybe if I could get T- down for some chill time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But tomorrow is ladies night! &amp;nbsp;Party it up with the girls for a while, order in, pregame - then go dance all night and see how many guys we can get! Add to the List you know... Best pregame drink ever? Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka and some iced tea. &amp;nbsp;Little bit of caffeine and lot of alcohol. &amp;nbsp;LOVE it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I REALLY want to get my&amp;nbsp;bar tending&amp;nbsp;license! &amp;nbsp;May be staying in NOLA for the summer instead of going home - then working and volunteering for the Crescent City Farmers Market in my spare time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;FALL. &amp;nbsp;I miss it. &amp;nbsp;So hopefully we'll be getting in some fall food soon, but I miss all the apples and leaves changing that really make fall FALL for me! &amp;nbsp;Apple cider, pumpkins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I found a recipe for Cinnamon Apple Cider Cookies with caramel centers, I will have to let you guys know how they go! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Note: I am a HUGE cook. &amp;nbsp;I love cooking and working around the kitchen! I make killer pizza from scratch!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My favorite brownie recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3/4 cups + 1 TBSP flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3/4 cups + 2 tsp Hersheys Special Dark Cocoa Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3/4 cup butter, melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3/4 cup chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1 1/2 cups of your favorite chopped candy (Kit Kat, M&amp;amp;Ms, Mounds, Reeses, York Patties, Junior Mints)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Basically, mix everything together, stir it well - only put in 1 cup of the candy! &amp;nbsp;Grease a 9x13 in pan and pour in batter. &amp;nbsp;Bake it at 325 degrees for around 25-30mins. &amp;nbsp;As soon as the top of the brownies have set in the oven, spread the remaining 1/2 cup of candy over the top of the brownies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Bake until a toothpick comes out with a few crumbs. &amp;nbsp;The brownies should be moist, not dry. &amp;nbsp;They are amazing with a little bit of ice cream!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'll post other recipes as I get to them! &amp;nbsp;Cooking is occasional in the dorms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing! &amp;nbsp;T- fun will continue, I'll keep ya posted!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;:) WEEKEND TIME stay safe and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;p.s. The "Hey Girl Hey". &amp;nbsp;A guy I was CRAZY (when I am CRAZY about a guy, he's all I can think about) for at the beginning of the year was living with a friend. &amp;nbsp;We hooked up, and hooked up, and hooked up...over a pretty good length of time. &amp;nbsp;Then, the first weekend I realized I was being an easy booty call, he sent his roommate (my friend) a text saying to tell me, 'Hey girl hey'. &amp;nbsp;Aaaaand then I figured it was time to stop. &amp;nbsp;So it took a while...but it was time for that one to end. &amp;nbsp;It's no fun when the feelings aren't shared, and it just gets painful. &amp;nbsp;So, I keep my heart on the mirror, I see myself and I love me for me! &amp;nbsp;Even though he couldn't. &amp;nbsp;It happens, and I still remember that I can be above it! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742992077119760751-6757186857794609474?l=mirrorhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6757186857794609474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorhearts.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-girl-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742992077119760751/posts/default/6757186857794609474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742992077119760751/posts/default/6757186857794609474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorhearts.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-girl-hey.html' title='Hey Girl Hey'/><author><name>Hearts on the Mirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10088455318243532240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
