<?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-2611011199745876073</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:27:44.621-07:00</updated><category term='snoring'/><category term='politik'/><category term='john krasinski'/><category term='travel'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='winter'/><category term='school'/><category term='praises'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='bad day'/><title type='text'>live the life you have imagined...</title><subtitle type='html'>haaay. kinda under construction right now.. should be back soon-ish :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-984119005381929300</id><published>2009-03-26T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:05:18.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so.. I have this need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/ScvR25JR7UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s34FCbPPA84/s1600-h/anthroooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/ScvR25JR7UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s34FCbPPA84/s320/anthroooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317574526023888194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go shopping here. soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-984119005381929300?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/984119005381929300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=984119005381929300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/984119005381929300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/984119005381929300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-have-this-need.html' title='so.. I have this need.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/ScvR25JR7UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s34FCbPPA84/s72-c/anthroooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-8022728350811843020</id><published>2009-03-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:26:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>banana-berry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/Sckl1Leky0I/AAAAAAAAABc/zdawg7Dn0Mg/s1600-h/BananaBerrySmoothie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/Sckl1Leky0I/AAAAAAAAABc/zdawg7Dn0Mg/s320/BananaBerrySmoothie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316822430631906114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that last blog was very irrational. I don't actually hate college, and I am actually grateful to be learning all of these amazing things. I think it's just that I don't like my classes this semester (except for e-commerce!), particularly Interpersonal Communication. It's like one big therapy session. Gahh. We have this journaling assignment where we are to write down issues or experiences in our lives where we have encountered communication problems. So, like any good student I did this. Today, however, I get my journal back with a C grade. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! My very insightful professor told me "Alisha, you need to give me examples where you have worked on your communication weaknesses." Really? Wow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promise not to rant for a long while now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or as long as I can :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the second day in a row where I have had a spectacular banana-berry smoothie from Wanda's. This makes me happy! Often times they make them too yogurt-y, or too ice-y, and it's just no bueno. But these past two days, all of the ingredients have been meshed together so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 27 days left of school. YAYYY! I think I can make it. I just need to get my head in the game and pull it out with some B's. Last semester I got mostly A's, but sadly I don't think that will happen this semester. Oh well, no one really pays attention to your GPA after you graduate.. unless of course you're planning on going to Grad School. Which I might :s.. okay, have to do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll end with one of my favorite quotes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, Live the life you've always imagined." - Henry David Thoreau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-8022728350811843020?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8022728350811843020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=8022728350811843020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/8022728350811843020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/8022728350811843020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-berry.html' title='banana-berry.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/Sckl1Leky0I/AAAAAAAAABc/zdawg7Dn0Mg/s72-c/BananaBerrySmoothie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-7787369954833838557</id><published>2009-03-23T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:49:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Master</title><content type='html'>I can procrastinate with the best of them. No, seriously. I'll find any excuse not to do something that I really need to do. It's definitely a curse.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I haven't blogged in forever. I know, I said I'd get better about it, but things have been NUTS. In February we found out some not so pleasant news about Mom, and it seems like the whole family has been on an emotional rollercoaster ever since. But we've all decided to let God handle everything. This seems like a good ideas since absolutely no one knows the future and we can't change it either, so give it to someone who can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Mary also moved out here to here to help out. She has really been a blessing, even though it has taken a while for everyone to get used to having someone new around. Not that she's "new", but it's a little bit of culture shock for everyone when a person breaks up the equilibrium. She's absolutely amazing though, leaving her job and everything. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo... Not that anyone really reads this, but since it is MY blog, I guess you want to know what I've been up to.. or maybe you don't, but it's mine.. so, tough :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I effing HATE school. Well, mostly the whole academic part of it. Everything other than that is okay, but I have officially caught a bad case of Senioritis (it is a real disease, look it up) and it is driving me CRAZY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://09DFDA3B-9230-452C-9CB2-98C4467B4FE9/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika.jpg" alt="benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care about meaningless assignments or tasks that I'm supposed to do to graduate and get that sacred "piece of paper" that will open doors for me. Eff that. College is a joke and I can't believe I'm paying upwards of $80,000 for this. I don't feel like I've learned anything to great to warrant that price tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. what I've decided to do is: the bare minimum. Yep, the least amount of work to get this semester done. This always seems to happen spring semester. Fall semester is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I was gonna graduate in December, but there are 2 classes I need to graduate that aren't being offered in the Fall. So.. that's that. But I think it's a blessing in disguise because since I have not had an internship yet, it's kind of scary to think that I'd be out in the "real world" in less than 9 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason I'm over school is because I am so sick of living with people. It's not like living at home, and don't get me wrong, I love my roommates (for the most part) but I just feel like we're all living on top of each other ALL the time. Eff my life, I can't wait to live alone. Or at least move home for the summer. I miss my family ALL the time. I'm such a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.. I got bangs! Yep, the straight-across kind. They took some getting used to in the beginning, but now I love them! &lt;a href="http://brooklyn24-7.blogspot.com"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt; even took some really cool pictures right after I got them and we discovered my alter-ego.. Chloe Fisher. Long story, but you can check them out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20242&amp;amp;id=1033290025&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got off spring break, and it was WAYYY too short. I didn't really do anything but hang out at home.. it was rather nice though :) Went and saw Duplicity, and almost walked out of it, but glad that I didn't. It ended up being realllly good! I also went to a Rascal Flatts concert!!! That's a story for another post though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, well since I'm procrastinating right now actually, I better get to work and crank this little bastard out. So I can have a life, and money, and success. All because I put together a "topic memo". Ugh, give me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight to those of you that are relaxing and enjoying your night. I envy you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I know that this was kind of scatterbrained, but I'm really tired. I planned on saying way more, but alas, this will bring me back for more blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-7787369954833838557?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/7787369954833838557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=7787369954833838557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/7787369954833838557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/7787369954833838557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination-master.html' title='Procrastination Master'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-1665761065034729467</id><published>2009-02-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:52:14.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the Apartment!</title><content type='html'>So this week I thought the roomies and I should try a little DIY. Our bathroom was in dire need of a makeover but we didn't have many resources available to us, and we definitely needed to do this on a budget. The first thing we needed was a new vanity mirror. &lt;a href="http://www.plumbersurplus.com/Cat/Bathroom-Mirrors/48/List?attribute_value_string|Brand=Robern"&gt;Robern&lt;/a&gt; had some really cute ones, and ones that wouldn't break the bank.  The &lt;a href="http://www.plumbersurplus.com/Prod/Robern-SBM65M26RD-Round-Mirror/58659/Cat/48"&gt;mirror&lt;/a&gt; we chose  really goes with the modern motif we have planned. I think we're going to do the walls a light sage green or blue to set off the mirror, and probably silver or nickel accents. Well.. thats all for now, but I'll be sure to keep you updated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-1665761065034729467?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1665761065034729467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=1665761065034729467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/1665761065034729467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/1665761065034729467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/decorating-apartment.html' title='Decorating the Apartment!'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-6671720768774438440</id><published>2009-01-24T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:52:27.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Burgundy and the Jazz Flute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jazzzz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/jazzzz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.. last night Brooklyn and I decided we wanted to actually do something out of the Friday night norms. (Go to the movies, sit at the apartment, go to dinner, party.. etc.) We frantically searched online for concerts, comedy clubs, free things, just fun things to do that we don't do normally. Eventually I ran across an ad for the L.A. Philharmonic playing at the Orange County Performing Arts Center in Costa Mesa. Perfect!&lt;div&gt;I call the box office to see if there are any $30 tickets left, and the woman says no, but then asks if we are students. She then proceeds to tell me that you can by a student ticket.. and they are 2 for $15. Sounds good to me! So, then I call back just to be sure that they will have the tickets when we get there and that the performance starts @ 9:30. Yep, everything was a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooklyn and I then try and get ready fairly quickly and end up leaving by 7:45-ish. We map out our destination on her trusty iPhone and are then on our way! Around 8:30 we arrive at the O.C. Performing Arts Center, park, and walk down the maze to the theater. Somehow, not surprisingly we get to the door and the usher informs us that the performance did indeed start at 8:00 (like it had said online, which is why I called.. TWICE) and that there were not any student tickets. She then proceeds to tell us that the woman I spoke with on the phone must have been talking about the 9:30 jazz performance that was going on in the smaller theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, figuring that we might as well check it out, we did, and it was Amazzzzzing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought our tickets and still had about 15 minutes til the show started so we bought some drinks (Sprite with lime.) and waited  around. Noticing that our tickets said "1 seat at table 156" we got interested. Was this going to be a theater like the Golden Globes where we got to sit around at swanky tables and watch the show??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it ended up being kind of like that! The room was dimly lit and had about 100 small four person tables, complete with cocktail waitresses to take your order. Very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the band started and we were blown away! They were awesome. I've never really been into jazz all that much, but these guys were good. They played for about and hour and then came back for a 15 minute encore. (Thats them up there in the picture in case you didn't know.. They're called the Blue Note 7, and were paying tribute to the Blue Note Records 70th anniversary.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after that was over we were starved! Again, using the trusty services of UrbanSpoon and Google Maps we found a BJ's (even though the Google Maps got very angry at us when I missed an exit and basically threw us off the planet. we ended up finding our way the 'old fashioned' way). This was the perfect answer to our hunger! Our dinner consisted of water, pizza, a pomegranate margarita, and the most amazing chocolate chip pizookie known to man. I had forgotten how much I LOVED those :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a fabulous night, and to tell the truth, I think this is going to be a somewhat regular happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-6671720768774438440?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6671720768774438440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=6671720768774438440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6671720768774438440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6671720768774438440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/ron-burgundy-and-jazz-flute.html' title='Ron Burgundy and the Jazz Flute'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-6395663291226012582</id><published>2009-01-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:29:43.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happy_new_year.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/happy_new_year.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i always hate new years. &lt;div&gt;mostly because it feels like every year there is absolutely &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; going on, and i end up sitting on the couch in my sweats, drinking Martinelli's, and watching some lame MTV new years special. it's not that i don't like lounging in my sweats, but i mean, it's new years! you are supposed to get dress up in glitter and sequins and party the night away until midnight, and the usher in the new year like its 1999! (or actually 2009 in this case!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to remedy this vicious cycle i told alexis to have a new years party, so she did. and man, did she go all out! i'm talking dressed up, dancing, disco-ball fun! but let's start the story from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alexis decided that all of the girls were going to get dressed up, so i was on a mission to find a dress. i searched high and low, whilst going through various emotional high and lows, for the perfect dress. no. such. luck. so.... i ended up wearing a dress that i already owned that i had worn just once before. i wasn't too fond of it.. it was a little black dress with some rhinestone detail and an empire waist, nothing special. but then my mom helped me accessorize, and that made all the difference! we added a cape-like black thing because it was going to be cold outside and then my new silver heels that i bought for just $15 :).. i was happy with the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. i'm getting ready and such, finally done and head out to get alexis because we decided that we were going to go to dinner before the big shin-dig. i chose assagio's because of the fact that town pump was horrible last time i ate there. anyway.. we walk in, the place is absolutely packed,  and i kind of look like a giant with my heels on standing next to alexis (think: a flagpole next to the eiffel tower, yeah i was really tall). and all of a sudden who do i see? valerie guizar turns and looks at me from across the restaurant, i feel a pit of nervousness develop in my abdomen. slowly, the rest of the people at the table turn their heads and look in our direction. right at the freaking large eiffel tower woman. that last person to turn and look was none other than the dreaded &lt;i&gt;C&lt;/i&gt;. yeah. haven't seen him in forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. the little asian woman comes over and asks if we have a reservation. unfortunately, we did not, but they were able to seat us! whew.. i could sit and get out of view. shortly after that, kenz and d show up, i start chugging water and chill out. i'm fine. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we order and start visiting. i love nights like these with my girls. but then lex gets a call from justin saying that he is already at her house and needs to get in to put the alcohol away. lame! so she has to leave before we even eat. then, about five minutes later i see a green blob out of the corner of my eye, and that old familiar feeling resonates in the pit of my stomach. he wasn't coming over to our table, right? wrong. he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh how perfect it was that the only empty seat at our table was right across from me.. greaaaaat. ugh. so, &lt;i&gt;C&lt;/i&gt; comes over, touches me on the shoulder, we all exchange greetings, then he sits. to say that awkward conversation was what followed would be an understatement. he proceeded to ask what us girls were up to that night, and where the party was.. i know right?.. as i was saying where it was we planned to ring the night in, D butts in and starts rambling on about God knows what, kenz is saying anything, and i'm sitting there smiling like a porcelain doll. wow....finally he leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make a long story short... i know this seems kind of ironic at this point, but bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-party was a blast. disco ball was definitely a hit. however i will have to wait another year for my new year's kiss. but hey, at least i'm no longer a kissing virgin! (that sounds bad. i swear it's not.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-left with peri, chels, rach, roxy, jordan, and mark. as we were taking roxy home we almost run &lt;i&gt;C&lt;/i&gt; over.. weird right?? hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-all in all, it was a great night. not one for the books, but one i'll always remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on to the obligatory new years resolution part of the blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) lose weight. i know this is what everyone says, but i'm for reals this time. i am going to look damn good by summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) get right with God. it's been too long, and the small steps i've already taken feel so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) blog more. i also know that i've said this before and not done it.. but it's kind of a release for me.. like free therapy!.. so yeah, i need to do it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) keep my already established relationships growing, and find new ones to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) keep a regular hobby. i'm thinking i want to take pictures. or start playing golf again. that was magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) dye my hair back blonde. being a brunette was fun but it's not my nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) get all A's. shouldn't be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) decide on a career. wow. thats a big one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) meet a celeb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) stop reading gossip blogs. who am i kidding, as long as perez is around this won't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) go to new york.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) study abroad?. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) keep my soul, mind, and body healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) get a massage every month. because i deserve it. so HMPH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully this will be a regular occurrence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like weekly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-6395663291226012582?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6395663291226012582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=6395663291226012582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6395663291226012582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6395663291226012582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-year.html' title='a brand new year.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-6851796429095549902</id><published>2008-12-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:20.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays?</title><content type='html'>i HATE that expression. yes, there are multiple holidays that fall into the month of December, but why can't you address them by name? "Happy Hanukkah" , "Merry Christmas", "Happy Kwanzaa", "Happy New Year". Why can't we go back to basics? I'll tell you why.. it's because people in the United States are more worried about being politically correct than keeping up with traditions that have been around for thousands and thousands of years. &lt;div&gt;Fox News commentator Bill O'Reilly has repeatedly shed light on the country's "War on Christmas". Because of this, more of the general public has come to know what is going on. Basically, organizations like the NAACP, and ACLU have declared a "war" on Christmas because it offends too many people. Let me just clarify one thing.. wishing someone Merry Christmas does not mean that you are shoving Christianity down their throats!!!!!! Yes, the true meaning of Christmas is that Jesus was born to save the world and we are thus celebrating that, but we have commercialized Christmas to the point of no one even remembering what the true reason for the season is. So, even if you don't believe that, then go ahead and celebrate Santa and the elves. Just don't take away from my Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this being said, I feel like I've been stuck in a Happy Holidays rutt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am most definitely not in the Christmas Spirit, for a few key reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) school is stressing the hell out of me. I have projects up the ying-yang and this is making that magical day of next Thursday when I FINALLY get to go home for Christmas seem ages away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) my school cut this year's Christmas break down to only 2 1/2 weeks. ughhhh! I think I rightfully deserve my full 3 weeks off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I've yet to do any of my Christmas shopping because I'm so poor. the way my school does payroll really, really sucks. everyone I work with is always complaining that it is too long between paychecks. it's awful :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) my apartment is hardly decorated for Christmas, always smells, is rarely clean, and currently has a rodent in it. isn't that fabulous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) i miss my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have got to get out of this funk! I want to be filled with the Christmas spirit to the point where I annoy people, not in this Scrooge state that I'm currently in. I know that when I get home I'll be in the Christmas spirit, but that seems too long to wait! that means only being in the Christmas spirit for only 6 days. NOT acceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, I guess there isn't anything I can do  but try and see the goodness and happiness in each day. even if it seems like everyone around me always puts me in a bad mood (especially this mouse issue, if they don't come hunt this little beast down and kill it by tomorrow, i am going to raise absolute HELL, the Kathleen in me will definitely show itself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the midst of all of my "holiday" depression, I have managed to compile a pretty sweet Christmas playlist on iTunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my favs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-santa claus is comin' to town: bruce springsteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ave maria: celine dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-merry christmas, happy holidays: *nsync&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-christmas (baby please come home): death cab for cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-happy xmas, war is over: john lennon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-baby it's cold outside: bing crosby and doris day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the entire john berry christmas cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the entire kenny g christmas cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-please come home for christmas: the eagles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-santa baby: eartha kitt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may these bring Christmas cheer to everyone who reads this. (is that anybody?) okay, enough with the pessimism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-6851796429095549902?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/6851796429095549902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=6851796429095549902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6851796429095549902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/6851796429095549902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays?'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-3437645830816530061</id><published>2008-10-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:00:06.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>i crave it, i need it, i want it. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-3437645830816530061?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/3437645830816530061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=3437645830816530061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/3437645830816530061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/3437645830816530061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='CHANGE.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-8843116777407823145</id><published>2008-10-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:24:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes make the world go round, round, round...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://s168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/?action=view&amp;amp;current=redvelvett.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u184/lishmcfish/redvelvett.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;How is it that this little red velvet cupcake can make the day so much better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't know, but that is exactly what it did for me!.. The cream-cheese frosting mixed with the red velvettyy-ness of it just perfected a day that had already been going quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, I don't know why I've been pondering change so much lately. My newest though/possible endeavor is dropping my Marketing minor to free up my schedule for classes that I want to take and would be thoroughly interested in. Now it's not that I don't like marketing, I do, but I've been considering all of the other things I like, such as: Graphic Design, Photography, and maybe even the History of Chocolate (probly not, just throwing it out there) haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm planning on meeting with an enrollment advisor to discuss such things and see what would be the most beneficial to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am SOOO psyched for the re-vamped Design Program at CBU!.. I was telling my sister about it last night and she seemed to share my excitement (which I'm hoping will be a deciding factor in her decision to come to CBU as well). I'm not sure why but I reallly, reallllllly want her to come here now. I'm going to have to arrange for some type of subliminal message to be pumped out when she comes to visit this weekend ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway.. I hope you all (if anyone actually reads this) are having a fabulous day! If not, go have a cupcake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;xoxo&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/2611011199745876073-8843116777407823145?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/8843116777407823145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=8843116777407823145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/8843116777407823145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/8843116777407823145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/cupcakes-make-world-go-round-round.html' title='Cupcakes make the world go round, round, round...'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-335455625946623463</id><published>2008-10-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:03:33.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>ahhhmahhhgahhhd.</title><content type='html'>i guess that looks more like  an Iranian mans last name than my expression of JOY. oh well.&lt;div&gt;lets not get started on Ahmanedenjahd or whatever that crazies name is. i'm going to try and keep this blog awayyy from politics.. because even i, being the political aficionado that i AM.. i'm sick of politics/government/economny, and anything having to do with corrupt crooks *coughAIGLEHMANBROTHERSWACHOVIAWAMUcough*.. so!.. moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH EM GEE&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you have been hiding under a rock for the past few hmm.. months and have not checked out HIPSTERRUNOFF.com. you are missing outttt!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is one of the most entertaining blogs i have come across.. (kudos to brooklyn for showing me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i absolutely love all of the expressions that this mysterious author uses.. he speaks of so-called "alt-ism"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the essence of being alternative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, he also speaks of AZNS. (asians!) hahahahahaha i love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm thinking that i want to do an internship in NYC this summer. preferabbllyyyy at FOXNEWS! i couldn't tell you how excited i would be to intern there and be running around doing errands for shepard smith, bill o'reilly, brit hume, etc. etc. etc. lovesss it&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh and to be in NYC during the summer.. it would be magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&gt; side note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my professor just called someone a hot dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am also considering graduate school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOCKER! i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i, alisha stewart, the most anti-school person EVER.. am considering furthering my education despite being in school my whole life and probly furthering myself in debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annnnnnd where do i want to go????!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;USC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. i know.. i've always been a trojan fan *thats what she said* haha.. and i'd love to be a part of the trojan family :) wooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, we'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i better pay attention in class now. although i'll probly just blog-hop and be on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. i want it to be winter. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-335455625946623463?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/335455625946623463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=335455625946623463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/335455625946623463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/335455625946623463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhmahhhgahhhd.html' title='ahhhmahhhgahhhd.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-2111893345694486433</id><published>2008-09-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:33:27.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john krasinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>wooooooooooooUPDATE!</title><content type='html'>today has taken a turn for the amazingness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my dad is 100% A-OKAY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my professor is allowing me to re-take a test that i forgot to take :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm going home this weekend!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woooooo.. thanks God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. in my joy, here is a hilarious little ditty that i quite enjoy.. those of you who are office fans will enjoy it as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNgwrA0gn3U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNgwrA0gn3U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-2111893345694486433?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2111893345694486433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=2111893345694486433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/2111893345694486433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/2111893345694486433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooooooooooooupdate.html' title='wooooooooooooUPDATE!'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-5693773964987770021</id><published>2008-09-23T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:30:03.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>mama said there'd be days like this... and other thoughts on current life</title><content type='html'>since i am lame and do not feel like being creative.. i am going to start this blog with a list of why my day is just a big wad of crapppppollla:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uno: it started bad with me not waking up to my alarm, and therefore not having enough time to get ready for class. whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*technicality*- if it had not been for my (God love her) horribly loud snoring roommate, and me not having to run to CVS at one in the morning to get earplugs to save my ears from bleeding, and yet another sleepless night.. i probly would've made it to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos: my geosciences teacher is nuts. don't get me wrong, she's really laid back and quite hilarious (think big new york gal, with glasses, who likes to say "capeesh" in excess) def. my kind of gal to know/be friends with.. but not as a teacher. SHE IS SOOOO SCATTERBRAINED! oy vei!.. so yeah i ended up leaving class early because i could not handle her lecture.. if you can really call it that.. i hope i pass the quiz on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tres: i hate when people don't e-mail/txt/call back within a reasonable amount of time!.. gjkslfnkdl! *coughsiblingscough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update: my loving brother sarcastically just texted back.. he is forgiven. sister on the other hand.. not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quatro: i feeeeeeeeel awful. and can't go to taco tuesday tonight :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. enough pity party for me.. there are enough depressing things going on in the world to complain about my life which isn't nearly as bad as some peoples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah.. what is going on with this whole WALLSTREET/economy/federal bailout fiasco?!?!?!?!?! seriously wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. i am a Bush supporter.. but C'MON how could you let things get this baddd?? okay... i'm being irrational.. i know this isn't all his fault.. but when we have a crisis.. aren't we supposed to look to our leader for direction? ANNND.. i thought we were already in HUGE debt with ourselves (not to mention with other countries like China who are probly going to come back and kick our ass when we least expect it because they are the "sleeping giant" and one day they're going to wake up and want their money!) so how can we afford a SEVEN HUNDRED BILLION.. yes billion.. DOLLAR BAILOUT FOR THESE 'FINANCIAL EXPERT' INSITUTIONS????????????????????? i am flabbergasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know almost everyone is sick of the election by now.. i sure am.. but it just has to  be said that this mess is going to be another deciding factor in what was already a joke of an election. i can't believe we as the 'greatest country on earth' have sunken so low as to have to pick the lesser of two evils to be our next leader.. i mean, really? why can't we have more than one choice? party loyalty is all but dead in our elitist society.. sooooo bring on the ralph naders of the world!.. we not only need BETTER insight.. but more!.. why should two millionaires be the only choices for president?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. enough. its funny how my blogs always turn political.. but its one of my passions :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. everyone, lets just take a breather.. and relax and try and enjoy the day.. i hope i can take my own advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-5693773964987770021?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5693773964987770021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=5693773964987770021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/5693773964987770021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/5693773964987770021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/09/mama-said-thered-be-days-like-this-and.html' title='mama said there&apos;d be days like this... and other thoughts on current life'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-9173783957382311809</id><published>2008-06-08T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:42:21.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thats life.</title><content type='html'>so i just watched garden state for the first time. consensus=splendid movie. i likesshh it.&lt;div&gt;movies like that push your brain into forward motion, it's like whoaa and all of a sudden you're in 4th gear. nice, exhilarating, good. anywayy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really should be going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my swell boss informed me about an hour before i got off today that i would be having to come in tomorrow. on a sunday. the day that was supposed to be my day off. yeah, as you can probably guess, i was royally pissed. oh well...just gotta think of the double time to get me through the day!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tonight i was supposed to go out, but a recurring trend that i'm not so fond of reared its ugly head again. people make plans and then don't follow through with them! this especially irks me when someone else initiated the plans, and then just doesn't call you. let me make this known. i do NOT like being ignored. even if you didn't want to do anything anymore, let me know! oy vei!...okay..i'm getting passed the bad part of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore, instead of going out tonight (the first saturday night of many that i've stayed home) i washed and blow-dried my hair and straightened it. the wholllle process. i hadn't done that in a very long while. and the result was very soft and silky hair. who knew, huh? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if you've heard it yet.. but death cab's new album is amazing. that ben gibbard is truly talented. it must be because he is bff's with john krasinski. ohh  my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo i guess for the most part summer is going very well. except for the whole working to where i have no time for anything part. but that too shall pass. at least i enjoy the people i work with..well mostly just charlie, but thats because he can  make me laugh by doing absolutely nothing. loveee that. so, that makes work bearable..especially on those 100 truck days when i think that they will never stop coming! ahhh!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i neeed to sleep. now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2611011199745876073-9173783957382311809?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/9173783957382311809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=9173783957382311809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/9173783957382311809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/9173783957382311809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-life.html' title='thats life.'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611011199745876073.post-2032542488358039984</id><published>2008-04-08T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:20:29.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>What a cliche' phrase. So often overused, but have you ever taken the time to seriously consider the meaning? I think that our society has forgotten how to process legitimate thought. As those of us holding membership cards to "Generation Y" know, if we don't want to think, we don't have to. The birth of the information super-highway (a.k.a. the internet) has given us the ability to 'Google-it' within seconds, look over the information, and go on our way. I know that when I sit down to write a paper, or study for a test I don't do it to think about the concepts being presented, I do it to pass the class. This is an absolute tragedy. Our parents, the infamous Baby-Boomers, are so much more wise than I think we're going to be when we're old and grey. They not only had to think about things, but they had to actually WORK to get where they are today. Our generation goes to college (mostly because their parents made them, or the select few who aspire to be the next Donald Trump), gets a degree in something 'practical' (business, law, medicine, etc.), graduates, and then expects to gain a top-level position in a Fortune 500 company. They don't want to start on the ground floor (or the 'mail room' as my Dad likes to call it), but they expect to be Vice-President of Global Communication for Microsoft, making $100,000 a year and spending Christmas in Fiji. &lt;div&gt;Where has our work ethic gone? Why do we think that we are so entitled to things? Because remember, we haven't really learned anything or thought about it, we've just retained enough knowledge to get us to the top spot, and then we just want to sit pretty. We have no real thought-process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't know how you feel about this, but it seriously scares me to think that the stories that we are going to tell our grandchildren are going to be about when we got our first MySpace, and then how Facebook came along and rival ensued. We need to get back to the roots of thought. Invention, imagination, and downright learning. Agree? Disagree? Why don't you sit and think about it awhile...&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/2611011199745876073-2032542488358039984?l=alishakstewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2032542488358039984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2611011199745876073&amp;postID=2032542488358039984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/2032542488358039984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2611011199745876073/posts/default/2032542488358039984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishakstewart.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>alishakstewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604861854359551108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KQI1-_jNLI8/SO6GNr4kNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJjpTsciPrc/S220/IMG_2531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
