<?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-8290986883154858728</id><updated>2012-01-05T18:29:18.094-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='drabble'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='University'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Art'/><category term='London'/><category term='News'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>\\ THE WAY I SEE IT //</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7551385533165933543</id><published>2011-08-11T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T03:08:17.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is temporarily disabled.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of blogger. &amp;nbsp;Check me out on tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Design projects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chloealpert.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://www.chloealpert.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7551385533165933543?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7551385533165933543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-blog-is-temporarily-diabled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7551385533165933543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7551385533165933543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-blog-is-temporarily-diabled.html' title='This Blog is temporarily disabled.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4255800648030974779</id><published>2011-06-04T12:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T03:17:52.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons and Mom</title><content type='html'>From Emma x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my personal radars, I think I was born with faulty hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  Gay-dar? useless.&amp;nbsp; Two girls making out? Attention seeking. &amp;nbsp;Two guys making out? Really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preggo-dar? useless. &amp;nbsp;I usually can tell  around the 9 month stage.&amp;nbsp; Even then I'm more easily persuaded to think  that some women like to run around with basketballs under their shirts  than be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into-me-dar? &amp;nbsp;Non-existant.&amp;nbsp; Even with a tongue down my throat I'm inclined to think "oh, this is friendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to signals from the opposite sex I am clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izee8KXHlN4/TcCHp0_w7ZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/j4OXFKXp970/s1600/Neck%252BRoll%252BExercises+copy.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izee8KXHlN4/TcCHp0_w7ZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/j4OXFKXp970/s320/Neck%252BRoll%252BExercises+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Fig. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Mother felt it was time for a life  lesson while we were eating out at lunch.&amp;nbsp; The nice [male] waiter comes  up and comments, "You have a band aid, with a frowny face. Oh no, what  happened?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I assume that when waiters are talkative they're working for tips, which is what I assumed at this  moment.&amp;nbsp; So I stumbled through an explanation about a cut that is  conveniently located on my neck [in ideal hickey territory.]&amp;nbsp; See Figure  1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after taking our orders, I look at my mother  who straightens and starts in this tone that means whatever she is  saying is about to be an important life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You know why he commented on your band-aid, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Err... because it's neon pink and a little hard to miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No, because he thinks you're cute.&amp;nbsp; You &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;to learn these things, they are very important in your life now.&amp;nbsp; I really want you to start working on this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  tone was truly concerned, like my general lack of perception was a  serious handicap and we need to have an intervention about it. I was  half expecting my friends to come out of some alcove and to sit down  next to me and hold my hand. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have much to say after that.&amp;nbsp; I guess I need to buy more pink band-aids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4255800648030974779?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4255800648030974779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-lessons-and-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4255800648030974779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4255800648030974779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-lessons-and-mom.html' title='Life Lessons and Mom'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izee8KXHlN4/TcCHp0_w7ZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/j4OXFKXp970/s72-c/Neck%252BRoll%252BExercises+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3771591686046759733</id><published>2011-06-04T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:39:59.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>How Catherine &amp; Emma met</title><content type='html'>I think it's best to elaborate on how this space of the internet came  to be occupied by the two trashy expats, Catherine &amp;amp; Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine  hails from California and Emma from Pennsylvania. These two folk heroes  decided to pick up and move to the magical land of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqUvgwgbiw/TcBYfPL31FI/AAAAAAAAAy4/g3431sIbw8U/s1600/Picture+9.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqUvgwgbiw/TcBYfPL31FI/AAAAAAAAAy4/g3431sIbw8U/s320/Picture+9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not London, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,  imagine being from London in OHIO?&amp;nbsp; When people ask where you're from  you can respond, "I'm from London," and you will see that magical spark  of excitement in their eyes since they think you're one of the etherial  BRITISH peoples from across the ocean.&amp;nbsp; Then you crush their dreams by  responding, "London, Ohio, that is." You watch that small spark die down  to a black hole that is devoid of any emotion.&amp;nbsp; I bet everyone in  London, Ohio are creatures who revel in their masosadism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we're talking London, as in the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  crushing the dreams of their respective parents by going to art school,  Catherine &amp;amp; Emma started their slow spirals into non-contributing  members of society by taking a summer art course.&amp;nbsp; So it all began with  life drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&amp;nbsp; While attempting to retain  some form of composure and not giggle like ten year olds, they composed  beautiful renderings of naked people.&amp;nbsp; This was where their initial  bond formed over a short vocabulary lesson. While spying the naked man  in the room out of the corner of their eyes, the two americans in the  room were startled when their teacher asked the class a simple question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you all have your rubbers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  for those of you who don't know, to an American, and perhaps other  nationalities, the word "rubber" is associated with a condom.&amp;nbsp; If you  ask for a rubber, you're asking an American for a condom, but you're  asking a British person for an eraser.&amp;nbsp; Makes sense; art school, naked  people, rubbers... or condoms.&amp;nbsp; Both makes sense! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  the look of alarmed horror is what united these two.&amp;nbsp; The horrific  images and ideas swirling in the minds of these miscreants painted a  colorful picture of potential horrific adventures.&amp;nbsp; This was supposed to  be art school, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it continues from there.&amp;nbsp;  Here are some stories about the shit Miss Catherine and Miss Emma get  themselves into all over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3771591686046759733?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3771591686046759733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-catherine-emma-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3771591686046759733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3771591686046759733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-catherine-emma-met.html' title='How Catherine &amp; Emma met'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqUvgwgbiw/TcBYfPL31FI/AAAAAAAAAy4/g3431sIbw8U/s72-c/Picture+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8020128286595097164</id><published>2011-04-28T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:03:19.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>A recent photographic afternoon</title><content type='html'>So I did a recent photography session with a friend and here are some of the pictures that came of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1FcpE6Ust0/TbkQEgSoPxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WrU-2sjY8kw/s1600/yingyang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1FcpE6Ust0/TbkQEgSoPxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WrU-2sjY8kw/s640/yingyang.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmoFd3kqmBM/TbkQGLsNWXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cb7zbcWb4pc/s1600/_DSC2706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmoFd3kqmBM/TbkQGLsNWXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cb7zbcWb4pc/s400/_DSC2706.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YtsaT_VAB8/TbkQJvX8nGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/FVbHgxwBNUI/s1600/_DSC2491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YtsaT_VAB8/TbkQJvX8nGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/FVbHgxwBNUI/s400/_DSC2491.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbSLuYsSEm8/TbkQS3jHElI/AAAAAAAAAx8/R1RFcJqcayo/s1600/_DSC2639.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbSLuYsSEm8/TbkQS3jHElI/AAAAAAAAAx8/R1RFcJqcayo/s400/_DSC2639.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JXoSd1sVmk/TbkQYD9tg8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/MdRtN0iC1qw/s1600/_DSC2731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JXoSd1sVmk/TbkQYD9tg8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/MdRtN0iC1qw/s400/_DSC2731.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I spent  one year at Penn State as a member of the graphic design program, which  is a facet of INART. &amp;nbsp;From what I hear, photography and graphic design  will still remain, however their futures are certainly unclear.  &amp;nbsp;According to my source, excluding photography &amp;amp; graphic design  students, the INART major only has 93 students, which might be a small  number in relation to such a large university, but it is my opinion that  both photography and GD are very much "integrative" arts. &amp;nbsp;The  education needed in those areas most certainly makes use of such a large  variety of courses outside of just visual arts that I simply see no  other place for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://inart.psu.edu/homepage/index.php"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYQI-8PN6dY/TV3RnMATANI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0Z1XMsTsm0U/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Integrative  Arts is an interdisciplinary major available to students who desire a  curriculum that crosses over traditional single discipline lines. The  Integrative Arts student initially establishes an academic plan with the  assistance of an approved adviser. The plan must contain a core  component of 36 credits and an elective component of 19 credits. The two  components combined must clearly illustrate that the plan has clarity,  purpose, and cohesion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have personally had INART advertised to me before I applied to college,  and since I entered (and left) PSU, I have continued to tell people  about it, especially creatives who are having trouble finding a specific  medium to focus in or have diverse creative interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  would like to clear the air and say that the reason I left PSU is  because I am a born-and-raised State College native who wanted to  experience PSU, but needed the stimulation of travel, spending a year at  Penn State and transferring was my choice. &amp;nbsp;But my year at PSU helped  me to develop a body of work that got me into one of the  most&amp;nbsp;prestigious art schools in London, England. &amp;nbsp;And by PSU I  specifically mean the members of the INART department. &amp;nbsp;We're talking  about Keith Shapiro, and Bill Kelly, Keith Cummings, Alice Teeple  &amp;amp; Nicki Williams -- all people whom have directly impacted me  personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I have heard is that the  web courses for INART have all been privately developed by a few  integral individuals of INART, so if they claim rights to those online  courses and leave, those programs and majors that rely on those classes  will have to start from scratch. &amp;nbsp;How many students will be affected? &amp;nbsp;I  hardly think that people who developed those courses would pull them  outright, but I wouldn't blame them if they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently  tomorrow (February 18, 2011) is the big meeting to find out exactly  what's happening with the department. &amp;nbsp;All I know is that people are  being moved around, some people are being forced into early retirement,  and others are rumored to be thinking about retiring because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Penn State, what happened to chivalry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me that PSU, with such a large alumni endowment and with so many students, could do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final word on INART:&lt;br /&gt;How  many head-of-departments would take the time during their busy schedule  to allow a student to photograph them in their office for a project?  &amp;nbsp;How many staff members would interrupt their own work to walk down to  the opposite end of the building to unlock a door for you because you  forgot your ID? &amp;nbsp;How many professors would give an independent study to a  student who stopped them at 2am in the hallways and expressed their  passion for photography? I think you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  I know is that the decision has been made and the blade has been  dropped. &amp;nbsp;My only hope is that Penn State treats the members of the  INART department with the proper respect and concessions they deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8608324502025213704?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8608324502025213704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/03/penn-state-cuts-integrative-inart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8608324502025213704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8608324502025213704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/03/penn-state-cuts-integrative-inart.html' title='Penn State cuts Integrative (INART) program'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYQI-8PN6dY/TV3RnMATANI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0Z1XMsTsm0U/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3777931620889686359</id><published>2011-03-11T17:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:58:30.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A glorious moment in london</title><content type='html'>Something is going down in/around my area tonight, which isn't surprising considering I live smack-dab in the middle of dodgy south London.&amp;nbsp; More specifically, my shit digs are located in the middle of this small vein of semi-less dodgy housing which is surrounded by epic ghetto lands and a rapist park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation: I'm headed to the local late-night grocery to pick up some stuff and as I'm walking a mini bus FULL of policemen [and policewomen] pull up sort of beside me, which is a bit awkward considering I'm walking along a VERY small back residential road.&amp;nbsp; A mini bus full of police is a white elephant that is a bit hard to ignore, and not only that, there was another police cruiser behind the mini bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint you a picture of the scene.&amp;nbsp; Right now I'm dressed in sweatpants, sweatshirt, black coat and ballet flats, lookin' about as chav as ever, and I'm doing a mental check over my person trying to make sure I don't have anything illegal on me in case this entire bus load of police jump out and arrest me. Why they would do that is beyond me, but in situations like this you never know.&amp;nbsp; My mental check went so far as to imaging my explanation for the small swiss army knife I have on my key chain. Also it's dark, no one is out, and I'm half convinced I'm about to get deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go another 10 yards, and by this time the mini bus had pulled ahead of me, or so I thought, and all of a sudden the bus is stopped and the police are swarming out of the mini bus -- ALL OF THEM, including the ones in the cruiser and they're all running at this apartment complex. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing going through my mind is, "holy shit, holy shit,&amp;nbsp; something is going down and all I have is this damn pocket knife and I'm going to get shot or someone is going to start throwing drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, why people would be throwing drugs, I'm not really sure, but it went through my mind which was why I had my baby swiss army knife at the ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I see that the officers have stopped running (with their hands still tucked into their chest vests, lol) and sort of stood there awkwardly for a moment and it is THEN that I see that there is a black couple standing there, and the girl is waving them off... all 15 or so policemen.&amp;nbsp; I then watch every single officer climb sheepishly back into their mini bus and drive away with their police cruiser in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is well done there, ladies and gents.&amp;nbsp; Racial profiling is refreshing, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3777931620889686359?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3777931620889686359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/03/glorious-moment-in-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3777931620889686359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3777931620889686359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/03/glorious-moment-in-london.html' title='A glorious moment in london'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1676445768210502574</id><published>2011-02-14T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:02:55.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPZ8LzCF0-w/TVnexm5a2uI/AAAAAAAAAvM/j-ZFJG305fA/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPZ8LzCF0-w/TVnexm5a2uI/AAAAAAAAAvM/j-ZFJG305fA/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1676445768210502574?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1676445768210502574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1676445768210502574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1676445768210502574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPZ8LzCF0-w/TVnexm5a2uI/AAAAAAAAAvM/j-ZFJG305fA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-58485649802055886</id><published>2011-01-31T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:21:21.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Walking Home - Photo of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TUa3R_WJhaI/AAAAAAAAAss/EH7pgbP02bg/2011-01-31_13-04-49_339.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TUa3R_WJhaI/AAAAAAAAAss/EH7pgbP02bg/s400/2011-01-31_13-04-49_339.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TUa3Tlkf_lI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dNHFZEvDihU/2011-01-31_13-03-46_531.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TUa3Tlkf_lI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dNHFZEvDihU/s400/2011-01-31_13-03-46_531.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I walk home everyday and my bus stop is right across from Big Ben.  While waiting I saw this cute puppy and its owner just chilling out for a bit!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-58485649802055886?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/58485649802055886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-home-photo-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/58485649802055886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/58485649802055886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-home-photo-of-day.html' title='Walking Home - Photo of the day'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TUa3R_WJhaI/AAAAAAAAAss/EH7pgbP02bg/s72-c/2011-01-31_13-04-49_339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4512622744525792039</id><published>2011-01-22T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:09:05.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>London Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TTtVQP7GqTI/AAAAAAAAArM/Ua9tgzsnmuE/s1600/_DSC1726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TTtVQP7GqTI/AAAAAAAAArM/Ua9tgzsnmuE/s640/_DSC1726.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4512622744525792039?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4512622744525792039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/london-walks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4512622744525792039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4512622744525792039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/london-walks.html' title='London Walks'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TTtVQP7GqTI/AAAAAAAAArM/Ua9tgzsnmuE/s72-c/_DSC1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2977113072810040231</id><published>2011-01-13T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:39:31.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow I go from _ to _</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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She hooked up the oxy-acetylene tanks and I went to town!  Normally I would carve a wax/cast, etc so I'm doing it all by hand, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqjYLkTAI/AAAAAAAAAng/Rx3B2lA7Qu0/s1600/IMG00492-20110106-0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqjYLkTAI/AAAAAAAAAng/Rx3B2lA7Qu0/s640/IMG00492-20110106-0141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqkI-fuqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/w0bVV_U-qgA/s1600/IMG00493-20110106-0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqkI-fuqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/w0bVV_U-qgA/s640/IMG00493-20110106-0142.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqkyrHCVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ts13NnQxdAg/s1600/IMG00494-20110106-0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqkyrHCVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ts13NnQxdAg/s640/IMG00494-20110106-0143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqlz241tI/AAAAAAAAAns/3QNCR6eZ1eQ/s1600/IMG00499-20110106-0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqlz241tI/AAAAAAAAAns/3QNCR6eZ1eQ/s640/IMG00499-20110106-0210.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqnKLxSGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BQNsjnJWw-g/s1600/IMG00497-20110106-0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqnKLxSGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BQNsjnJWw-g/s640/IMG00497-20110106-0207.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I copied the "Oui" ring design from Dior&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqoWJ-jVI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pCwHnSnH1vE/s1600/IMG00495-20110106-0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqoWJ-jVI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pCwHnSnH1vE/s640/IMG00495-20110106-0143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beginning of the melting pot sculpture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqq5p6p4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/wlYNDhyGTi8/s1600/IMG00500-20110106-0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqq5p6p4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/wlYNDhyGTi8/s640/IMG00500-20110106-0211.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqrmGf3QI/AAAAAAAAAn8/w59_q3cbkYQ/s1600/IMG00503-20110106-0538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqrmGf3QI/AAAAAAAAAn8/w59_q3cbkYQ/s640/IMG00503-20110106-0538.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished melting pot, bad picture, but still fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1462918646354286180?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1462918646354286180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidence-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1462918646354286180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1462918646354286180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidence-of-work.html' title='Evidence of Work'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSWqjYLkTAI/AAAAAAAAAng/Rx3B2lA7Qu0/s72-c/IMG00492-20110106-0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5376779390236743743</id><published>2011-01-02T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:54:45.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>How Chloe &amp; Collin have conversations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSE5-qykWHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QFRDuCBgjvA/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSE5-qykWHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QFRDuCBgjvA/s640/Picture+3.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Collin made my post into this post&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSE6EeYuetI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g76K8opd4bU/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSE6EeYuetI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g76K8opd4bU/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I made this post about his post.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5376779390236743743?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5376779390236743743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-chloe-collin-have-conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5376779390236743743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5376779390236743743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-chloe-collin-have-conversations.html' title='How Chloe &amp; Collin have conversations.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TSE5-qykWHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QFRDuCBgjvA/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8201700714648000922</id><published>2010-12-31T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:51:54.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hey, you look familiar???</title><content type='html'>So as 'lil 'ol me has grown up, recently I've been getting, "Hey, you look like someone, you look really familiar!"&amp;nbsp; and I just sort of shrugged it off, but then my dear friend Allison Hoover one night goes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You look like Hermione!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course I scoff at her in denial.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I've got the eyebrow think going on, and I'm pale as hell, but that's about it.&amp;nbsp; That was about six months ago, and time has been kind and even though the actress who plays Hermione, Emma Watson cut her hair, some of her pre-crop shots do bore a striking resemblance.&amp;nbsp; So a few friends have sent some pics my way and I had to laugh because a few really do look similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then the final straw came at a Christmas party, where I wore my hair all curly and such, and I got the Hermione thing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You be the judge.&amp;nbsp; My friend sent me this recent picture and I went through my photobooth pics and found one in roughly the same pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TR555FW9foI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JjqADyh_syo/s1600/Picture+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TR555FW9foI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JjqADyh_syo/s640/Picture+4.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided that she looks like me, but oh what does it really matter?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good eh?&amp;nbsp; I think we're similar, but we don't "look alike"&amp;nbsp; I LOOK LIKE ME AND SHE LOOKS LIKE HER.&amp;nbsp; It's like a Katy Perry vs. Zooey Deschanel type of comparison at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8201700714648000922?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8201700714648000922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-you-look-familiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8201700714648000922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8201700714648000922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-you-look-familiar.html' title='Hey, you look familiar???'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TR555FW9foI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JjqADyh_syo/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5066137854244354508</id><published>2010-12-02T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:17:18.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Everything I've produced this term is Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE BAD PART&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say that all of the work I've produced this term has been total shit.&amp;nbsp; Complete and total shit.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty much at my worst creatively right now.&amp;nbsp; My term was a massive mix of illness from traveling, culture shock, loneliness, various crimes, and just terrible horrible drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved college itself and the school and the city but good god I've just been in a horrible place in my life!!!&amp;nbsp; The most difficult thing for me was figuring out what the hell the teacher wanted.&amp;nbsp; How the UK approaches design because I had absolutely no idea. I had spent a year being indoctrinated into the nazi-approach to design at PSU, and to come here it was completely different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE GOOD PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what the hell I'm doing now!&amp;nbsp; Just in time for the end of term! Right now we're wrapping up term.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow morning I have my assessment, for our unit on "introduction to higher education" and pretty much all I can say is that I've only just gotten a handle on things. I had so so so so many little things I had to do that added up to so much.&amp;nbsp; A bank account, a phone (which I still don't have) and even figuring out how to pay rent.&amp;nbsp; I had NO CLUE how to do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the cultural barriers I was facing took up so much of my mental capacity that when it came time to really think and do design, I was completely burnt out.&amp;nbsp; I was burnt out from the start!&amp;nbsp; So NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING --- somewhat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to spring term because we'll really be starting some new projects that won't seem too half-assed in their legitimacy and I'll have that sense of peace from going home and having a long break and coming back and not having to figure out how to do basic life functions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can refresh myself and get back into that creative space that I really miss, because right now all I've done is total shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8290986883154858728-5066137854244354508?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5066137854244354508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-ive-produced-this-term-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5066137854244354508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5066137854244354508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-ive-produced-this-term-is.html' title='Everything I&apos;ve produced this term is Shit.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5358248602952465788</id><published>2010-12-02T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:41:51.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Manifesto Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPdbitK29oI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WQgCwWcpUvw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPdbitK29oI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WQgCwWcpUvw/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Version 2!&amp;nbsp; I think this one is the final one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPc_TuQXlUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Izemv2hnR8o/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPc_TuQXlUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Izemv2hnR8o/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to write manifestos for class, so I decided to pull out all the stops and go for the cultural divide.&amp;nbsp; So thus I created the American Manifesto that is based on all of the stereotypes that the international community perceives about americans.&amp;nbsp; I had a good bit of fun writing it, and I'm hoping that my classmates find it humorous. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5358248602952465788?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5358248602952465788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifesto-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5358248602952465788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5358248602952465788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifesto-project.html' title='Manifesto Project'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPdbitK29oI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WQgCwWcpUvw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-9119300735850116834</id><published>2010-11-30T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:09:47.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm trying this new diet: It's called the Flu</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently on the flu diet.&amp;nbsp; Basically the idea is that you're too miserable to eat and you can't keep anything down anyways so you don't!&amp;nbsp; The best part is that you literally just sleep.&amp;nbsp; I went to bed yesterday at 6pm and slept till 1am.&amp;nbsp; Then I slept until 8am-4pm, now I'm writing this and will probably sleep again.&amp;nbsp; All in all, I've probably only consumed about 20 calories in that time period in the form of tums to combat stomach acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPUuNjgDtcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zZ_mx3FpT-o/s1600/diet-programs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPUuNjgDtcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zZ_mx3FpT-o/s320/diet-programs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPUuK3hnCVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gVIp28xMx9Q/s1600/flu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPUuK3hnCVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gVIp28xMx9Q/s320/flu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, this particular flu isn't too bad, I've had worse, but it's enough to make me shirk away at the thought of food.&amp;nbsp; Now I probably SHOULD be eating soup or something of the like, and I do have two cans sitting down stairs, but my will power is next to zero, so I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approx 14 days I will be heading BACK to the US, so I get 14 days to get over the flu (which is about as long as it takes) only to throw myself back into the swirling cesspool of human germs and bacteria that make up airports and usually accompany international travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things could always be worse.&amp;nbsp; My flu could we worse, and I'm going to simply deny the fact that there is any chance for it to get worse.&amp;nbsp; And I won't die... that is unless I'm refused at the hospital here in the UK.&amp;nbsp; How to work their health care system is absolutely beyond me at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I just haven't bothered to figure it out.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I can go to some walk in center, but I don't know where or what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll let you know how my bout of the flue diet goes.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I'll still be something of a functioning member of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-9119300735850116834?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/9119300735850116834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-trying-this-new-diet-its-called-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9119300735850116834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9119300735850116834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-trying-this-new-diet-its-called-flu.html' title='I&apos;m trying this new diet: It&apos;s called the Flu'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPUuNjgDtcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zZ_mx3FpT-o/s72-c/diet-programs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5793508518135321070</id><published>2010-11-30T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:02:37.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>http://papercut.fr/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://papercut.fr/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPSg68ov8II/AAAAAAAAAkI/65oyHoSM9VE/s640/Picture+6.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pretty awesome design website that I found through stumbleupon.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't really understand that much about the whole operation, but the work spoke for itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5793508518135321070?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5793508518135321070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/httppapercutfr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5793508518135321070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5793508518135321070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/httppapercutfr.html' title='http://papercut.fr/'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TPSg68ov8II/AAAAAAAAAkI/65oyHoSM9VE/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2221944295433438024</id><published>2010-11-26T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:19:02.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bad things come in 3's</title><content type='html'>I came back to the US for thanksgiving because a myriad of things seem to be going downhill.&amp;nbsp; People are dying.&amp;nbsp; So many people I know are dying, and it's really disconcerting. It's always good to try to stay upbeat during the holiday season, and I've done so by getting to visit with family and a few friends, but the white elephant in the room is very much there and it's no use to keep forcing yourself to ignore what is going to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are on their way out.&amp;nbsp; And it's terrifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2221944295433438024?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2221944295433438024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-things-come-in-3s.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2221944295433438024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2221944295433438024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-things-come-in-3s.html' title='Bad things come in 3&apos;s'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7225743011527099570</id><published>2010-11-14T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:59:33.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The London Juggling Convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwBt9BVaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1wcZQrgYmq0/s1600/74572_459657512461_678187461_5819119_803866_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwBt9BVaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1wcZQrgYmq0/s320/74572_459657512461_678187461_5819119_803866_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My day was a really great day!&amp;nbsp; I got up and headed out on the tube towards Hoxton, and just as I was getting off at Old Street I saw Anna Popplewell (Actress from Chronicles of Narnia)&amp;nbsp; so my awkward celebrity encounter was certainly a great start to the day.&amp;nbsp; After I made it to circus space, the volunteers (which I was one of) had the quickie tour of the absolutely beautiful building and then people started coming in and juggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire day was a massive juggle with some great workshops throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; I talked a quite a few people and learned quite a few number of new tricks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwFN2P3zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/i9xtaRAefZA/s1600/play-silx-implosion-balls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwFN2P3zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/i9xtaRAefZA/s320/play-silx-implosion-balls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sil-X Implosion balls from oddballs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAvzZGWgyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SPEZ4IjypvI/s1600/IMG00362-20101113-1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAvzZGWgyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SPEZ4IjypvI/s200/IMG00362-20101113-1237.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Oddballs Setup!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oddballs showed up and Matt worked is butt off all day to sell sell sell! and they ended up doing very well for the day, which is really fantastic for oddballs.&amp;nbsp; I picked up a set of three sil-X implosion balls (two pink and a blue to match my pink &amp;amp; blue diabolos!) because they're really quite good, and they're very visible for body throws, which I've just started working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The were ball workshops by Oli and Diabolo workshops by Ken and credit for the entire day goes to my friend Alice Brett who worked her tail off the entire day to make sure it was pulled off 100%.&amp;nbsp; She and the others did an incredible job.&amp;nbsp; TLC 2010 tickets sold out completely and even with an additional 50 tickets, they had to turn people away at the door!&amp;nbsp; The charm of the entire day made it down to the volunteer bibs that had "Official Fun Steward" screened on the back.&amp;nbsp; What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwDGtW1UI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IkZrxWunAGg/s1600/76752_459657262461_678187461_5819117_5871768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwDGtW1UI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IkZrxWunAGg/s640/76752_459657262461_678187461_5819117_5871768_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwCBZKnsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bPpm2RfZOc8/s1600/75358_459656557461_678187461_5819107_4454462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwCBZKnsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bPpm2RfZOc8/s320/75358_459656557461_678187461_5819107_4454462_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwD3fpNyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Bh13C8kCUCM/s1600/148488_459659572461_678187461_5819156_1621399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwD3fpNyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Bh13C8kCUCM/s320/148488_459659572461_678187461_5819156_1621399_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a part of me that yesterday realized that the juggling world is almost about as close as you can possibly get to a real-world harry potter world.&amp;nbsp; When you think about it, JK Rowling painted this whimsical world with crazy colors and shapes and incredible things happening with even crazier people.&amp;nbsp; The juggling world has people practicing feats that are just incredible (and look impossible) and everything is bright colors, people are dressed strangely (only from an outside perspective) and it's all really magical.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that's a part of the reason I love it all so much? There's this entire world of people who can do these amazing things will rings, and balls and clubs that if you ran into them on the street, you would have no idea what they were capable of.&amp;nbsp; Most of the photos here are credit to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/alan.k.parish"&gt;Alan k. Parsh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7225743011527099570?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7225743011527099570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/london-juggling-convention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7225743011527099570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7225743011527099570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/london-juggling-convention.html' title='The London Juggling Convention'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOAwBt9BVaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1wcZQrgYmq0/s72-c/74572_459657512461_678187461_5819119_803866_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2092147360745693612</id><published>2010-11-14T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:20:58.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Famous People I've seen in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I need to start this list.&amp;nbsp; These are the people I have feasted my eyes on since moving to London, there are actually a lot more, but I didn't know who they were so... oops.&amp;nbsp; For the record, where I come from we don't have famous people, so humor me a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALexFeOLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/kQAt4Epxn10/s1600/sarah-jessica-parker-reality-tv-series.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALexFeOLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/kQAt4Epxn10/s320/sarah-jessica-parker-reality-tv-series.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker (Actress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALWX5ECjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SkJCyecMkmg/s1600/alexa_chung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALWX5ECjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SkJCyecMkmg/s320/alexa_chung.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexa Chung (Model/Presenter)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALZer-6rI/AAAAAAAAAio/pPAFjtG1Wrw/s1600/christopher-bailey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALZer-6rI/AAAAAAAAAio/pPAFjtG1Wrw/s1600/christopher-bailey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher Bailey (Burberry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALVp36mXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iNi4IjYyxWc/s1600/3288460812_cc613939fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALVp36mXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iNi4IjYyxWc/s320/3288460812_cc613939fa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;George Craig (Musician)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALfbJf_XI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JePr9kN7DoY/s1600/serena-williams-20050825-65560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALfbJf_XI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JePr9kN7DoY/s320/serena-williams-20050825-65560.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Serena Williams (Tennis Player)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALXcUuqEI/AAAAAAAAAig/P7C0pQF538w/s1600/Anna_Wintour-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALXcUuqEI/AAAAAAAAAig/P7C0pQF538w/s320/Anna_Wintour-1.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anna Wintour (Editor-in Chief - Vogue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALYReK0VI/AAAAAAAAAik/Dr54G77QIh8/s1600/bonnie_wright_5268616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALYReK0VI/AAAAAAAAAik/Dr54G77QIh8/s320/bonnie_wright_5268616.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bonnie Wright (Actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALeGK7S5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/8WVmonYVoik/s1600/rupert-grint-swine-flu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALeGK7S5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/8WVmonYVoik/s320/rupert-grint-swine-flu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rupert Grunt (Actor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALcBc1igI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I3SMEpnwyl8/s1600/emma-watson-pre-bapta-party5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALcBc1igI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I3SMEpnwyl8/s320/emma-watson-pre-bapta-party5.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emma Watson (Actress) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALSiWKa2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eErwKqh5PCk/s1600/6a00d8341c630a53ef011570636101970c-300wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALSiWKa2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eErwKqh5PCk/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef011570636101970c-300wi.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mark Williams (Actor)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALW916XsI/AAAAAAAAAic/wZSKu_9lJiE/s1600/anna-popplewell-20070420-243100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALW916XsI/AAAAAAAAAic/wZSKu_9lJiE/s320/anna-popplewell-20070420-243100.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Anna Popplewell (Actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALZxX0D5I/AAAAAAAAAis/wZn-3bNM0w8/s1600/daniel-radcliffe-gal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALZxX0D5I/AAAAAAAAAis/wZn-3bNM0w8/s320/daniel-radcliffe-gal.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Danielle Radcliffe (Actor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALdLeMo4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hVWPzTr-BW0/s1600/mURI_temp_7ac0f4ca_gazette_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALdLeMo4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hVWPzTr-BW0/s320/mURI_temp_7ac0f4ca_gazette_thumb.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Julie Walters (Actress)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALdt-22mI/AAAAAAAAAi4/eP5a1LUVhY4/s1600/Natalia-Tena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALdt-22mI/AAAAAAAAAi4/eP5a1LUVhY4/s320/Natalia-Tena.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Natalia Tena (Actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8290986883154858728-2092147360745693612?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2092147360745693612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/famous-people-ive-seen-in-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2092147360745693612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2092147360745693612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/famous-people-ive-seen-in-london.html' title='Famous People I&apos;ve seen in London'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TOALexFeOLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/kQAt4Epxn10/s72-c/sarah-jessica-parker-reality-tv-series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1438013875156502642</id><published>2010-11-12T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:40:52.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter DH1 World Premiere in London's Leicester Square</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got up and went to my lecture, and while I was sitting there, I couldn't help but think about the fact that there were kiddos my own age primping and prepping for a promenade in front of thousands of people in Leicester Square.&amp;nbsp; I originally hadn't planned on going to the premiere, but I figured I'd bike on over at the end of my lecture to see what all of the fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at around 2pm and I saw an opening to sneak into the early arrival area, so I bolted right in.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I was able to sneak past the guards and place myself in the second row back so I had a glaring view of the bright red carpet and could see most of what was going.&amp;nbsp; The square itself was transformed into this giant media park with fire and everything, and it was near the very end of my five hour wait that I got to see Rupert Grint, Emma Watson &amp;amp; Danielle Radcliffe.&amp;nbsp; I also saw Mark Williams and Julie Walters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Emma Watson was the one of the three stars who came over to my little area and gave autographs, which I got!&amp;nbsp; I was impressed with her determination, she was on a &lt;i&gt;mission &lt;/i&gt;to sign as many autographs as humanly possible.&amp;nbsp; While the other stars schmoozed a bit, she really made sure that she was spreading the love.&amp;nbsp; She looked lovely with her hair short, albeit a bit cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few pictures I snapped with my dreadful phone.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, for as interesting as an experience as that was, I highly doubt I'll ever do it again simply because of the mass hysteria!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...that is unless I'm on the red carpet itself! ;)&amp;nbsp; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8dJfaBnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cxwoaHi3coo/s1600/IMG00313-20101111-1414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8dJfaBnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cxwoaHi3coo/s640/IMG00313-20101111-1414.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Empire Theatre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8eeisOSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pBLN3Y5XqHE/s1600/IMG00344-20101111-1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8eeisOSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pBLN3Y5XqHE/s640/IMG00344-20101111-1907.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emma Watson &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8gDntPgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nweem8bW1hw/s1600/IMG00345-20101111-2059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8gDntPgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nweem8bW1hw/s640/IMG00345-20101111-2059.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emma Watson's Autograph&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1438013875156502642?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1438013875156502642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-dh1-world-premiere-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1438013875156502642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1438013875156502642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-dh1-world-premiere-in.html' title='Harry Potter DH1 World Premiere in London&apos;s Leicester Square'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNz8dJfaBnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cxwoaHi3coo/s72-c/IMG00313-20101111-1414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2104414953704600138</id><published>2010-11-10T13:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:59:48.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>My foreign perspective on the education funding cuts in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNrk9aGqjtI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5plguql_Klg/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNrk9aGqjtI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5plguql_Klg/s320/Picture+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to start off by saying that I completely support the student protests and agree with their points.&amp;nbsp; The government shouldn't cut funding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the other side of this shiny coin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a comparison of a state university in the US, an art school in NYC, and an art school in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Tuition Costs - per year&lt;br /&gt;Penn State University (In State Tuition) = $15, 582&lt;br /&gt;School of Visual Arts NYC = $29,740&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea College of Art &amp;amp; Design UK/EU = $5,425&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right.&amp;nbsp; EU/UK students pay pennies of what students pay in the US.&amp;nbsp; Plus Chelsea is in LONDON, a design capital of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the funding cuts, UK tuition will go up by a multiple of three, making Chelsea UK tuition sit somewhere at $16,280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice that it's suddenly right on par with the American education system?&amp;nbsp; Chelsea would be considered a CHEAP school in the US, where the average tuition price is $30,000 per year, and the top schools sitting at a comfy $55,000 per year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNrrF8qJj2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/sxn7LXLlodM/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNrrF8qJj2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/sxn7LXLlodM/s400/Picture+3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how far away my college is, it was at the centre of the riots&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry if I'm less than sympathetic about the whole situation, and do keep in mind that it is somewhat more socially acceptable to not go to college in the UK than it is in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do need to point out the fact that the UK students pay MUCH MUCH more in taxes than we Americans do, but even so, subsidized education is quite an amazing feat for a government in this day and age.&amp;nbsp; It is my opinion that there should be SOME cuts, but not to this degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protest started at trafalgar square and marched down to Chelsea College of Art &amp;amp; Design where I'm a student.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely incredible to make the trip to college today and arrive in the middle of a complete riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo7G3MMyFbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo7G3MMyFbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" style="width: 620px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT"&gt;&lt;span id="label9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNnn4qSLe-I/AAAAAAAAAho/Rjfc4uJsQXU/s1600/122146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNnn4qSLe-I/AAAAAAAAAho/Rjfc4uJsQXU/s640/122146.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivory Mulberry Alexa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going gaga over the burberry bags, simply because it is BURBERRY, but despite their infamous haymarket check, I'm a bit more attracted the subtle.&amp;nbsp; Now &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;is the Mulberry Alexa, inspired by Alexa Chung.&amp;nbsp; It literally encompasses &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;I love in baggitry (not a word, I know)&amp;nbsp; It has the function of a legitimate messenger bag, it has the simply sexy class that says posh+elegant+high fashion without looking like a design whore, and it matches high fashion with infamous function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also massively expensive ...&amp;nbsp; God if only only I had that type of cash&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sad thing is that I haven't seen any more of the Ivory Mulberry Alexas on sale.&amp;nbsp; There are ones in nude with python trimming, but animal-esque stuff has never attracted me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have found it &lt;a href="http://www.shopyop.com/11089_MULBERRY-Bag.html"&gt;at this website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; but it doesn't quite look legit.&amp;nbsp; From my research, the Alexa is normally about £700 ($1,100) and this one is about £150 ($245)&amp;nbsp; Although, There's a part of me that might bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please point me in the direction of general status and wealth so I can indulge in such enticements?&amp;nbsp; Until then I will simply stay gutted as I watch those who can afford such glories.&amp;nbsp; Hey, I gotta EARN IT!&amp;nbsp; And I am currently the proud owner of a coach bag on loan from my Mom and a serious for real olivia harris bag, both of which are around $600 bags!&amp;nbsp; (Listen to me complain here, gosh)&amp;nbsp; But I habitually change bags, not going to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a lot of fakes on ebay that are very much look alikes of the alexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Women-Girls-Lovely-Faux-Leather-Satchel-Shoulder-Bag-/320607189017?pt=US_CSA_WH_Handbags&amp;amp;var=&amp;amp;hash=item76bf766ad6"&gt;this one&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;(grey &amp;amp; light pink) &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Gossip-Girl-Blair-Real-Leather-Handbag-Satchel-Bag-/260681078264?pt=US_CSA_WH_Handbags&amp;amp;var=&amp;amp;hash=item8263877541"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: &amp;nbsp;I found a "look for less" here: &lt;a href="http://www.handbagheaven.com/lucille-buckle-satchel.html"&gt;HAND BAG HEAVEN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the only downer? &amp;nbsp;not in the color&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, should I go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something so elegant about a light colored bag that off sets the mood.&amp;nbsp; Guh, I'll wait and set my change aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3955858643529076061?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3955858643529076061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-going-to-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3955858643529076061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3955858643529076061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-going-to-lie.html' title='Not going to lie:'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNnn4qSLe-I/AAAAAAAAAho/Rjfc4uJsQXU/s72-c/122146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3262304478265042106</id><published>2010-11-09T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:57:36.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>Fact: I'm Sexist</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNngjpLhLpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/retioY_-X1M/s1600/n557520521_1843516_1917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNngjpLhLpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/retioY_-X1M/s320/n557520521_1843516_1917.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The butler behind me is a stuffed mannequin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think women jokes are hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Sally a bad driver?&amp;nbsp; Because she's a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think it's funny?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it's because I grew up without the perception of gender roles.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion, if one of my girl classmates was acting helpless, I pretty much saw it as natural selection.&amp;nbsp; Surviving the playground was about survival of the fittest.&amp;nbsp; Let the weak flounder and die.&amp;nbsp; It's the way of the real world... (aside from the gold diggers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, gentleman, my metaphorical balls are just as big as your literal ones...despite my possessing a vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; it that my empathy is non-existent towards certain members of my own gender?&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm not a feminist, nor am I a lesbian, so I gather it's a sort of self defence mode that has developed thanks to the ugly duckling syndrome and various other growing up issues that I experienced.&amp;nbsp; However I look at how my own Mother plows ahead of the boys better than half of the boys themselves when it comes to business and life.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen her hang off the arm of a man, and in a way, the men in her life hang off of hers.&amp;nbsp; I don't really even think of her as a girl, she isn't a 'girl' she's a force.&amp;nbsp; (She's also a breadwinner who owns two businesses and it sending a kid to school in London on her own.)&amp;nbsp; She's just a person who functions with other people.&amp;nbsp; I think about gender roles and I think of them as sort of a joke.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's why guys hated me in high school?&amp;nbsp; I loathed their attentions because I subconsciously didn't agree with them? Well, that is certainly self-deprecating of me, but I think it's pretty close to the truth.&amp;nbsp; I put up iron walls, and as far as I knew, I wasn't going to slow down for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not condemning gender roles, and there are plenty of "successful business women" who juggle full time jobs and being moms, but there's still a part of me that face palms at some of the things I see.&amp;nbsp; Now my own mother ran two businesses and was a single mom, and she certainly wasn't what you would call a textbook mom.&amp;nbsp; She drove me to soccer practice when she had time, but other times her employees would drive me, or I had to find my own way.&amp;nbsp; I grew up with my Mom teaching me that you had to find your own way in life, and that people would support you, but wouldn't do it for you.&amp;nbsp; I never rebelled because I had nothing to rebel against. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if sally is a bad driver, learn how to drive for god's sake.&amp;nbsp; If she's condemning herself to a transport-less lifestyle because she is giving into a social stereotype, then let her ram her car into oncoming traffic, because apparently common sense escapes her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to have a difficult time finding a man that I don't walk all over.&amp;nbsp; I'll suck the life right outta him if he doesn't know how to put up a good fight.&amp;nbsp; I'm not particularly worried, I just have to laugh a bit.&amp;nbsp; I sort of feel like this intimidating radioactive element that sends of repelling vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Sally.&amp;nbsp; Sally's a little Bitch and doesn't deserve my attention.&amp;nbsp; Sally should be laughed at, by men and myself and all of the other women out there who say "grow up, get a job, and grab life by the balls."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3262304478265042106?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3262304478265042106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-im-sexist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3262304478265042106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3262304478265042106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-im-sexist.html' title='Fact: I&apos;m Sexist'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TNngjpLhLpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/retioY_-X1M/s72-c/n557520521_1843516_1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2836859001593701418</id><published>2010-11-07T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:07:13.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's like something is wrong, but you can't say what it is?</title><content type='html'>Having been in London for approximately 50 days with approximately 37 to go until I'm on a plane back to Pennsylvania, I can definitely feel a very strange sense of &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;being wrong. Perhaps it's my homesickness manifesting itself in an arbitrary way? Am I homesick?&amp;nbsp; yes. But I know that after being home for about a week I would be ready to be back in London asap.&amp;nbsp; Curse not having both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that is insanely jealous of certain individuals who have the disposable income to pop onto a plane whenever they want.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that I have the luxury of have a father who is an airline pilot, but with only one flight coming into London Heathrow per day, my chances of making it onto that flight are slim to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I find I'm exceptionally depressed about is thanksgiving mainly because this will probably be my cousin's last thanksgiving ever.&amp;nbsp; After suffering from an exceptionally aggressive case of Multiple Sclerosis for the last ten years, he's at the point where he can't chew his own food, which means that it's a matter of months before things get so bad that there's just no return.&amp;nbsp; Family is flying in from Georgia and we're doing out best to have a full-family thanksgiving knowing that this will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stuck across the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might watch the employee spots to see if it is reasonable to pop on over to home for a spell, but I don't know how if that's possible/realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2836859001593701418?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2836859001593701418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-like-something-is-wrong-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2836859001593701418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2836859001593701418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-like-something-is-wrong-but-you.html' title='It&apos;s like something is wrong, but you can&apos;t say what it is?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7382015508813280708</id><published>2010-11-07T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:23:06.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Something you're passionate about - In progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1b4f236b113b5c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1b4f236b113b5c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331021178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D463EFFD61F8D783397DCD9205B1725821B521FE0.300518EA2D3723CF6F67BA9F3F020C5D2ABCEB03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1b4f236b113b5c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC78HxjuMQzN6tQoUEfjxlc7Ypmw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1b4f236b113b5c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331021178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D463EFFD61F8D783397DCD9205B1725821B521FE0.300518EA2D3723CF6F67BA9F3F020C5D2ABCEB03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1b4f236b113b5c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC78HxjuMQzN6tQoUEfjxlc7Ypmw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a video I'm making for a project.&amp;nbsp; It can take any form we want, it just has to be about something we're passionate about.&amp;nbsp; It's not anywhere near done, but here his a work in progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7382015508813280708?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7382015508813280708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-youre-passionate-about-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7382015508813280708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7382015508813280708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-youre-passionate-about-in.html' title='Something you&apos;re passionate about - In progress'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-9007500986694870502</id><published>2010-10-31T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>An actual taste of what it's like to be "famous"</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I've had an honest experience with what it is like to be "famous" or literally about as close as you can possibly get without actually being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I realized that I had a certain status based on "who" I was, was when I did the morning announcements for my middle school.&amp;nbsp; A friend and I pioneered the first ever video announcements, which meant that for an entire two years, he and I were the anchors for our cute little morning show that the entire school watched every morning without fail. It was in the middle of my last year in middle school that I started getting, "hey, you're that girl on the announcements" and honestly I didn't really think much of it.&amp;nbsp; I was too caught up in the work itself to think about the fact that I had an audience of nearly a thousand watching me in the mornings.&amp;nbsp; All I saw was the camera, the student behind the camera and my adviser.&amp;nbsp; It didn't do anything significant to my social status, but I definitely had certain privileges that were given to me simply because I was who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brush with something more significant.&amp;nbsp; Being elected to State Office in the Technology Student Association meant that you were on stage in front of a few thousand faces all staring up at you.&amp;nbsp; You traveled the state and people knew WHO you were because you were a state officer.&amp;nbsp; Now there is a very strange twist on this.&amp;nbsp; Being a state officer, meant you were the "it" person, but honestly officers changed every year and the one person that people remembered was the State President.&amp;nbsp; I served as a state officer for three years which is quite rare.&amp;nbsp; So students had two years of officer turn overs to get to know my face, and then my final year I was elected to the office of State President.&amp;nbsp; It was a very strange emotional ride getting there, and I knew a few people were worried that the power and status of being the face of 20,000+ people would create a monster as it sometimes did with students like me, but it did the complete opposite in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it did to me was literally allow me to shut down all of my insecurities.&amp;nbsp; All of my low self-esteem was GONE, and I would honestly wake up in the morning thinking to myself "I'm the State President, I actually got here.&amp;nbsp; They want me."&amp;nbsp; and with that knowledge I realized that it wasn't about being there, I got there, and the point of getting there was to do work for the students who put me there.&amp;nbsp; I learned how to delegate a team, how to be in charge and give everyone their own authority and I honestly just grew up.&amp;nbsp; I understood how to take pride in seeing what others did and stand back and allow them to have their own spotlight because I had achieved mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the state, on the website, and on facebook, etc I was "Madam President" I had people who answered to me and people remembered who I was because I was &lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; The State Competition was a week long conference where we took over an entire conference center and I spoke to the entire assembly, was in charge of the whole show, etc.&amp;nbsp; I would walk the halls of this conference and &lt;i&gt;eveveryone &lt;/i&gt;knew who I was.&amp;nbsp; I had the status to go wherever I wanted because I was &lt;i&gt;Madam President.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; My fellow students would make eye contact with me and either talk to me, or would shy away.&amp;nbsp; Other times I would be in my own world walking somewhere, and I would have a complete stranger address me by my name.&amp;nbsp; The first time that happened was very disconcerting actually.&amp;nbsp; In the "real world" of school and friends and life I was used to my normal anonymity, but to have someone specifically say my name for no reason at all was very odd indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national conference was somewhat in the same way simply because I was a high profile competitor in one of the more popular competitions, and I was the President of the largest state delegation present at the competition and we passed a bylaw amendment in front of the entire assembly.&amp;nbsp; My face was ten feet high on the screen in front of the entire nation of TSA students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was strange in a wonderful way.&amp;nbsp; From it I have gathered a few things.&amp;nbsp; The first is that I know that &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt;, not if, but &lt;i&gt;when &lt;/i&gt;I achieve that status in my next endeavor, I don't have to worry about allowing the power to be something I abuse.&amp;nbsp; It was something I appreciated, but it almost gave me the head space to really really make the things I did about other people.&amp;nbsp; To have the luxury of knowing that your position is never in question is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The good things you can achieve are amazing.&amp;nbsp; It's tough because all eyes are on you with sheer scrutiny (and you will have haters)&amp;nbsp; but you have the power to do good things.&amp;nbsp; Another thing I learned was really what it was like to have people want to be around you because of what you were, not who you were.&amp;nbsp; I was Madam President, and there were people who wanted to be around Madam President, whomever that may have been.&amp;nbsp; There were some people that in another life I would have NEVER have spoken to, but then there were others who avoided me for the very reason of what I was.&amp;nbsp; It is something that I've now experiences, but I still process to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that was a bit difficult was going from State Officer mode to normal mode.&amp;nbsp; When I would get back from a function in Madam President mode, I would walk into my front door at home and I was back to being Chloe, the youngest member of the household, just another student at State High who did homework and didn't have an officer team, a board of directors and a massive body of students to influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, there is a small part of me that misses the feeling of walking down the hallway and knowing that I was &lt;i&gt;me,&lt;/i&gt; and people wanted to be around me simply because I was &lt;i&gt;me. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; But what I miss more was knowing what I was doing had so much influence directly to the students, and then getting to see their happiness.&amp;nbsp; I never once had a student come up to me and say "wow, you did an amazing job" but I didn't need that,&amp;nbsp; it was seeing their happiness and seeing things working that gave me my satisfaction and let me know I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will miss having strangers address me on a first name basis.&amp;nbsp; That is an experience that I'm still emotionally processing because it was such a strange shock.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was about as close to "fame" as I've gotten so far.&amp;nbsp; Now it's time I take on the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-9007500986694870502?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/9007500986694870502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/actual-taste-of-what-its-like-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9007500986694870502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9007500986694870502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/actual-taste-of-what-its-like-to-be.html' title='An actual taste of what it&apos;s like to be &quot;famous&quot;'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8433728917508828041</id><published>2010-10-30T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:00:38.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>American  Vs. British Words Saying/Things etc</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a list of the British things I'm learning.&amp;nbsp; Vocab, sayings, slang, double meanings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Aids = Plasters&lt;br /&gt;Vacation = Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Shady = Dodgy&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Be Gangster = A Chav&lt;br /&gt;Hood = Bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Trunk = Boot&lt;br /&gt;Truck/18 Wheeler = Lorry&lt;br /&gt;Bike = Motor Bike&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle = Bike&lt;br /&gt;Messed up = Wonkey&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Fried Food Place = Greasy Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Soccer = Football&lt;br /&gt;[Sports] Uniform = A Kit&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Shore Girls/Guys = Essex Girls/Guys&lt;br /&gt;Eraser = Rubber&lt;br /&gt;Mess it up = Bugger it up &lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper = Toilet Roll&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom = Toilet/Loo&lt;br /&gt;Stove = Hob&lt;br /&gt;Semester = Term&lt;br /&gt;Teacher = Tutor&lt;br /&gt;Rain Boots = Wellies&lt;br /&gt;Friend = Mate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General words:&lt;br /&gt;Wanker&lt;br /&gt;Bugger&lt;br /&gt;"Love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8433728917508828041?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8433728917508828041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/american-vs-british-words-sayingthings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8433728917508828041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8433728917508828041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/american-vs-british-words-sayingthings.html' title='American  Vs. British Words Saying/Things etc'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4754199161296011545</id><published>2010-10-29T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>Oh there will be critics.</title><content type='html'>My High School experience was filled with a strange mix of social platforms that conditioned me to be immune to bull shit and to ignore criticism to the best of my ability.&amp;nbsp; I had my friends, and then I was surprised to find out that I had haters as well.&amp;nbsp; I'm a STRONG personality, which can get me into trouble without my realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any competitive situation, there will be those people who push and push and push and I'm naturally one of those people.&amp;nbsp; I've always done my best to tell myself to hold back, be patient, but I don't want to change an innate part of myself just to conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know at this point that I am not &lt;i&gt;average &lt;/i&gt;because of the positive and negative attention I receive with my work and other bits. So thank you to the nice comments, thank you again to the constructive criticism, and fuck you to the people who can't see past their hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMrq-MjaqiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qge_exRVepA/s1600/fuck_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMrtggCUxUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6-Ff8kPiRGo/s200/fuck_you.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck You&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMrtggCUxUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6-Ff8kPiRGo/s1600/fuck_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4754199161296011545?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4754199161296011545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-there-will-be-critics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4754199161296011545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4754199161296011545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-there-will-be-critics.html' title='Oh there will be critics.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMrtggCUxUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6-Ff8kPiRGo/s72-c/fuck_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-914586135984076318</id><published>2010-10-28T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>Whine about Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMma9l0zuMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/icO34kUK7LA/s1600/277_prohibition-ends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMma9l0zuMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/icO34kUK7LA/s640/277_prohibition-ends.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think it's simply glorious that alcohol is not a taboo here in England.&amp;nbsp; It makes me quite sad that there is such a negative taboo instilled in American kids about drinking.&amp;nbsp; We're basically taught that if you drink AT ALL before the magical age of 21, you're going to grow up to be a horrible delinquent that will never get into college and will waste your life away in the slums of a bar, disappointing your entire family and then you might as well start taking drugs so you can just die miserably alone on some street corner in New York.&amp;nbsp; Glorious, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au contraire -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England embraces pubs and drinking with a relaxed and yet firm grip, and the result has been students MY AGE who have an amazing grasp on being responsible with alcohol - at least compared to what I've seen in the US.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they are &lt;i&gt;students &lt;/i&gt;and we all know kiddos our age (or any age really) are fully inclined to make a complete debauchery of a drinking situation, but that's to be expected anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously America, &lt;i&gt;relax!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are always &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; exceptions to every rule and to everything I've just said, but from my general perspective, it's really a shame that the US can't relax a bit and realize that prohibition in the United States ended in 1933.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-914586135984076318?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/914586135984076318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/whine-about-wine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/914586135984076318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/914586135984076318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/whine-about-wine.html' title='Whine about Wine'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMma9l0zuMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/icO34kUK7LA/s72-c/277_prohibition-ends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5427046175716149909</id><published>2010-10-27T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:13:30.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A boring life update</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I woke up, went grocery shopping and I randomly bought some brie, and it turns out that I quite like brie on toast, so now I won't have to have the same breakfast EVERY morning.&amp;nbsp; Then I walked 2.5 miles in the rain to Chelsea because my gut told me that rain + bike + cars = failed breaks on either my end or a car's end.&amp;nbsp; Walking it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture today was semi decent.&amp;nbsp; The Tuesday lecture series are days when they bring in designers from all over the world to come and speak to us.&amp;nbsp; Today was some guy... Poullian I believe his name was.&amp;nbsp; His work was fantastic, but I've noticed that the few people they've brought in have somewhat lack-luster presentation skills.&amp;nbsp; I guess that could be attributed to this guy being French, so there's an obvious language barrier, but I imagine that there will be some good and some bad. It's still good exposure to the creative field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture I went to the bathroom and while I was being all dainty doing my business the fire alarm went off.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, throughout my lifetime I've had some fairly awesome luck with the fire alarm going off while I'm in the toilet. (I almost wrote loo... wow) So yeah, they have these screens that come down when the alarm goes off, and they block certain areas, so I couldn't get out the main direction, and I followed the crowd towards one of the fire exits, but they had a PAD LOCK on the door, go figure, so then I had to find a way out through the Fine Art studio, ironic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from there I went to go visit the flat to see the room and it's just a no go.&amp;nbsp; It's so small and I wouldn't be able to put my stuff anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I could have moved in and the only problem is that when Steph moved out, the company help would have stopped for the flat which basically meant that it was a potential bad situation in the making.&amp;nbsp; Alas, I've emailed everyone involved and for the time being I'm stuck in Elephant &amp;amp; Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the apartment I went to go to Tuesday juggling club at the Rag Factory.&amp;nbsp; It was off of Brick Lane, and I had to go back this side street, and to get into there, you had to go through this tiny door that was SUPER dodgy looking.&amp;nbsp; But all was well.&amp;nbsp; I juggled for a bit, then Alice and I headed to the pub for drinks and to catch up. Matt joined us later and we all had some good laughs, and then most of the other jugglers came and we had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5427046175716149909?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5427046175716149909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/boring-life-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5427046175716149909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5427046175716149909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/boring-life-update.html' title='A boring life update'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3251851853347248967</id><published>2010-10-26T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:12:16.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>F*ck "Graphic Design"</title><content type='html'>The term Graphic Design is dead, in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I hate it because it's an abomination.&amp;nbsp; I have been talking to people online and I'll hear "I'm a graphic designer," and I ask to see their website or their published works and I get, "Oh, I don't have a website, I design fliers for my dad's pizza shop, &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt; a high school drama club will ask me to do their posters!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be a Graphic Designers or&amp;nbsp; a Photographer.&amp;nbsp; I am a design student.&amp;nbsp; A student of design.&amp;nbsp; I have been paid to DO design before, but I am still not a Graphic Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone today claims to be a "Graphic Designer" or does "Graphic Design" because they can jump on the computer and throw something together.&amp;nbsp; They're small creatives. They take what they see, what others have thought of and they throw it together into some abomination they call design.&amp;nbsp; They solve nothing, innovate nothing and all they do is regurgitate what has already been digested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIGNERS are the people who make the ideas, who set the trends, are the ones who innovate something new into something even better.&amp;nbsp; I don't think they are even really Graphic Designers.&amp;nbsp; They're thinkers.&amp;nbsp; They're problem solvers, designers, makers, creators and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck "Graphic Design."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3251851853347248967?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3251851853347248967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/fck-graphic-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3251851853347248967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3251851853347248967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/fck-graphic-design.html' title='F*ck &quot;Graphic Design&quot;'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-468125865786058265</id><published>2010-10-24T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:52:31.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The big, the bad and the ugly - moving in and out and around.</title><content type='html'>So I've got myself one of those--what you could call "glorious" situations where I'm in a pickle, and it's going to be a right nightmare to get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I moved into a house in Elephant &amp;amp; Castle in August.&amp;nbsp; My issue was that I was going home in a few weeks over the summer&amp;nbsp; and I NEEDED a place to live, and despite having two other scheduled viewings, I got pressured into taking the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed a few things wrong, and I asked the landlady if they would be fixed and she assured me that, oh yes, they would be fixed. (Like the broken window in my room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, following that, Elephant &amp;amp; Castle is a really dodgy area, and I was cornered by a guy one night.&amp;nbsp; I pretty much starting screaming in his face before he said anything, and he took off right after that, probably assuming that I was bonkers.&amp;nbsp; I have been followed on a few other occasions, and I had to pop into a store to lose them.&amp;nbsp; A nineteen year old blonde American girl in a dodgy area of South London is a recipe for disaster.&amp;nbsp; So I started a painful search for a new place to live and I had to figure out a way to get out of my current lease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short, here are the current outstanding issues with the property:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black mold in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Broken shower head&lt;br /&gt;Leaking Hob &lt;br /&gt;Broken kitchen Chairs&lt;br /&gt;Barely functioning internet&lt;br /&gt;A simply wonderful spider infestation&lt;br /&gt;The SAME broken window-never fixed&lt;br /&gt;The landlord's belongings in all the storage spaces&lt;br /&gt;No actual locks&lt;br /&gt;Faulty electrical outlets &lt;br /&gt;Broken lock on my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;Hole in the floor upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Caked on grease on the cabinets in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;When we asked for these to be fixed, they did NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I've found a new place to live, I had found someone who would take over my lease, finish out my contract and was a suitable replacement. (He's a great guy, clean, normal, friendly, etc)&amp;nbsp; Well, I notified my landlord that for safety reasons I needed leave.&amp;nbsp; She asked "What do you mean?" and I explained about getting cornered and having been followed, which did freak me out quite a bit.&amp;nbsp; Well, she said that when she had lived there, nothing of the sort happened like that, and I could think was that&lt;i&gt; perhaps a 19 year old blonde girl and a 40 year old chinese lady might attract different sorts of attention?&lt;/i&gt; Not to be a shallow jerk or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMS2I3118sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0zcZC-jIVF0/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMS2I3118sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0zcZC-jIVF0/s320/-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will appreciate the fact that she agreed to work with me (after I all but got on my knees and begged her on the phone, kissing butt like I've never done before)&amp;nbsp; I wanted to make this as easy and painless for her as possible, which was why I found Richard.&amp;nbsp; She said that she didn't want him moving in before she met, him which is completely understandable.&amp;nbsp; Well, here's my risk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she wanted me to pay for the entire month of November (rent) while she still had my security deposit.&amp;nbsp; I can't afford to pay for two rents, and she's a greedy and dodgy, so I'm NOT giving her my money.&amp;nbsp; I sent her an email saying I would give her the first week of November, that was more than enough time for her to meet Richard and for him to&amp;nbsp; move in.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the worry comes that it's going to be a cluster f***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought something there has to be grounds for me to get out of this hell hole?&amp;nbsp; RIGHT? Well, I did some research, some serious hard core research, and after reviewing the UK Housing Act, the Landlord Tenant Act, and the Landlord obligations to a tenant guidelines regarding safety AND consulting fellow Londoners about my options is has come to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has neglected the property, which is a direct violation of the housing act.&lt;br /&gt;She NEVER provided any of the tenants a copy of the Gas safety certificate, which means that if I reported her, she could face up to a £5,000 fine.&amp;nbsp; Also, I can have a council member come in and inspect the house and if he finds 35% of the house not meeting regulations, I can void the contract AND since she didn't use a solicitor, the contract she gave me doesn't have legal backing anyways. Also, if she didn't place my security deposit into a tenancy deposit scheme account (which I don't think she did because she is required by law to provide me proof of a TDS account within 14 days of my moving in) she will be seeing a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I regret that I'm going to have to scare it out of her if she doesn't do this the easy way.&amp;nbsp; I'll do it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I'm going to see where this goes. I've sent her the first week's rent email, and if she refuses that&amp;nbsp; I've got to take a step towards legal action.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to the local citizens advice bureau tomorrow to see if my research is correct, so that'll be a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, what I think my saving grace will be" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"The right to live in a property in good repair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;   The law says your landlord has to keep the structure and exterior of the    property in good repair. This includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;    The roof&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;    Guttering&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;    Walls (but this doesn't include internal decoration)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;    Windows and doors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that broken window might be the window to salvation, considering I've asked twice for the window to be fixed.&amp;nbsp; I never put it in writing, but I had asked, and I can imagine that it would hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tenancyagreementservice.co.uk/tenants-rights.htm#right-to-live-in-property-in-good-repair#ixzz13Jrybxnx" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-468125865786058265?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/468125865786058265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-bad-and-ugly-moving-in-and-out-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/468125865786058265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/468125865786058265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-bad-and-ugly-moving-in-and-out-and.html' title='The big, the bad and the ugly - moving in and out and around.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMS2I3118sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0zcZC-jIVF0/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5084456741123518017</id><published>2010-10-24T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:43:01.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>THON on FTK! Together without limits 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykgilcll4cg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykgilcll4cg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;The Penn State IFC/Panhellenic Dance Marathon (THON) is the largest student-run philanthropy in the world, with all proceeds benefiting The Four Diamonds Fund, Conquering Childhood Cancer, at the Hershey Medical Center in Hershey, Pennsylvania. After a year-round fundraising effort by the students of all Penn State campuses, THON culminates in a 46 hour no-sitting, no-sleep Dance Marathon in the Bryce Jordan Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mission of the Penn State IFC/Panhellenic Dance Marathon is to conquer pediatric cancer by providing outstanding emotional and financial support to the children, families, researchers, and staff of The Four Diamonds Fund."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="style14"&gt;                 &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;THON is fundraising&lt;/span&gt; over a year-long effort involving thousands of students and culminating in a challenging, two day, no-sitting, no-sleeping dance marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="style14"&gt;                 &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="style23"&gt; THON is changing&lt;/span&gt; the lives of students and children, reinforcing the importance of caring for one another, and inspiring the determination needed to beat cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="style14"&gt;                 &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="style19"&gt;THON is helping&lt;/span&gt; to conquer pediatric cancer through strategic investments in hospital bills, research efforts, and a new family-centered Pediatric Cancer Pavilion at the Penn State Children's Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style20"&gt;Together we will find a cure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thon.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WWW.THON.ORG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8290986883154858728-5084456741123518017?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5084456741123518017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/thon-on-ftk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5084456741123518017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5084456741123518017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/thon-on-ftk.html' title='THON on FTK! Together without limits 2011!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8190815111066781722</id><published>2010-10-23T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>Everything in England needs a good pinch of Salt!</title><content type='html'>At home in the US I can only think of a handful of times when I added salt or pepper to my food.&amp;nbsp; I never really did and I was fine with it.&amp;nbsp; After moving to England I've found that nearly everything I eat that I haven't prepared myself needs a solid bit of salt, but then often times or not it JUST tastes like salt.&amp;nbsp; No offense, but it's not that English cuisine is bad or anything, it's just somewhat poor in range and a bit on the under-seasoned range in my opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMMQWzlRxaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zUgqTYHIJeo/s1600/salt-word-m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMMQWzlRxaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zUgqTYHIJeo/s1600/salt-word-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fact:&amp;nbsp; All English spaghetti sauce, white sauce &amp;amp; pasta bake is absolutely the most horrible things ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8190815111066781722?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8190815111066781722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/everything-in-england-needs-good-pinch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8190815111066781722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8190815111066781722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/everything-in-england-needs-good-pinch.html' title='Everything in England needs a good pinch of Salt!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMMQWzlRxaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zUgqTYHIJeo/s72-c/salt-word-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6125179371304249110</id><published>2010-10-22T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:37:53.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mini Illness + an exciting weekend to come!</title><content type='html'>With all of the horrid stress and changing weather I've got the customary mini flu.&amp;nbsp; I did my best to ignore it the past week and a half by just refusing to be sick.&amp;nbsp; However that came to an end today with a terrible headache that set in at lunch, with suddenly being extremely cold, followed by bouts of warmth, and you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; I was able to stick it out until about 3pm, but I finally caved and asked my tutor if I could go home a bit early.&amp;nbsp; I've had a perfect attendance record thus far, so there didn't seem to be much of a problem there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going to be meeting with the School Chaplain just to talk about the difficulties that have come to pass.&amp;nbsp; Everything has been *somewhat small, but a million bouncy balls in a confined space add up to a LOT of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be attending my first acting class-- which I am VERY excited about, AND I will be going out clubbing with Patty!&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that I'm just going to unwind a bit and put my troubles behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm going to do my best not to worry about is the moving problem.&amp;nbsp; I'm moving into my new flat on October 31st, and I had found someone to take my place to move in on November 1st, but my landlord is NOT in London, and wants to meet the new tenant before anything and decide if he's suitable, and grrrr.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing my best to work with her, but I'm just hoping that she doesn't make this too difficult and doesn't cost me a bazillion dollars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6125179371304249110?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6125179371304249110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/mini-illness-exciting-weekend-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6125179371304249110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6125179371304249110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/mini-illness-exciting-weekend-to-come.html' title='Mini Illness + an exciting weekend to come!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-177959782617209262</id><published>2010-10-21T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:27:58.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some 80's esque Vector doodles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMDMS6YE3oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JFPskc8MXPU/s1600/doodle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMDMS6YE3oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JFPskc8MXPU/s640/doodle.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-177959782617209262?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/177959782617209262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-80s-esque-vector-doodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/177959782617209262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/177959782617209262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-80s-esque-vector-doodles.html' title='Some 80&apos;s esque Vector doodles!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMDMS6YE3oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JFPskc8MXPU/s72-c/doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7244601849791056846</id><published>2010-10-21T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:06:24.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>My first submission to Threadless.com!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMByAbr58JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/29cNjJYe6cs/s1600/helveticashirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMByAbr58JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/29cNjJYe6cs/s320/helveticashirt.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted a design for critique at threadless.com You can check out my design by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/I%27ve%20just%20submitted%20a%20design%20for%20critique%20@threadless%20please%20help%20me%20get%20some%20feedback.%20%20This%20is%20my%20first%20ever%20shirt%21%20http://www.threadless.com/critique/78864/Typolitics"&gt;clicking here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; I would love to get some feedback and hear what you have to say.&amp;nbsp; I hope that I can put it into the running for print!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMByCLZX8rI/AAAAAAAAAe4/76FAlKraj3w/s1600/shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMByCLZX8rI/AAAAAAAAAe4/76FAlKraj3w/s320/shirt.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The&amp;nbsp; picture to the left&amp;nbsp; is the original poster I came up with.&amp;nbsp; In a previous post you can see that "this shirt"&amp;nbsp; says "this sign"&amp;nbsp; but I figured that if you're wearing it on a shirt, you should support that shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the right is the pic of the design on a shirt template.&amp;nbsp; I added in a few shapes to take up some space.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if people like it with or without the shapes better.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to go for something of an 80's ish feel because that is what is in right now.&amp;nbsp; The bright colored 80's look with big shapes and BIG type.&amp;nbsp; Think about the London 2012 logo.&amp;nbsp; It might be a bit crappy, but it has gotten attention and it isn't all that bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7244601849791056846?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7244601849791056846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-submission-to-threadlesscom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7244601849791056846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7244601849791056846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-submission-to-threadlesscom.html' title='My first submission to Threadless.com!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMByAbr58JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/29cNjJYe6cs/s72-c/helveticashirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2599220430921126717</id><published>2010-10-21T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:08:44.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My only involvement in politics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBldnHfIZI/AAAAAAAAAew/zfuEgha7Q34/s1600/helvetica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBldnHfIZI/AAAAAAAAAew/zfuEgha7Q34/s640/helvetica.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2599220430921126717?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2599220430921126717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-only-involvement-in-politics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2599220430921126717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2599220430921126717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-only-involvement-in-politics.html' title='My only involvement in politics.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBldnHfIZI/AAAAAAAAAew/zfuEgha7Q34/s72-c/helvetica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7160796695963079515</id><published>2010-10-21T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:17:21.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Photo messages to friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBZGfReXwI/AAAAAAAAAes/9m5o8znwLVw/s1600/Photo+705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBZGfReXwI/AAAAAAAAAes/9m5o8znwLVw/s640/Photo+705.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today I snapped a few pictures of myself and I added speech bubbles and messages.&amp;nbsp; I then put them up on friend's facebook walls!&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that maybe I'll get a good reaction from them, maybe give them a laugh a bit, and I'm curious to see if I get any creative responses!&amp;nbsp; I would love a creative response here if you're up to it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7160796695963079515?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7160796695963079515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-messages-to-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7160796695963079515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7160796695963079515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-messages-to-friends.html' title='Photo messages to friends!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBZGfReXwI/AAAAAAAAAes/9m5o8znwLVw/s72-c/Photo+705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2143366331875702358</id><published>2010-10-20T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:14:15.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm in one of those really bad funks.  I think everyone is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBYu96jexI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tQt3tSALEDA/s1600/unhappy-smiley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBYu96jexI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tQt3tSALEDA/s200/unhappy-smiley.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've just been down recently.&amp;nbsp; It all started when I tried to make my hair dark blonde for winter, and the hair dye reactant didn't work and I went to a very nasty full-out grey from my normal golden blonde.&amp;nbsp; The next day my bike was stolen, then after that I was sick, and life just really wasn't very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got such a strange situation socially, considering that the English are very peculiar in social settings.&amp;nbsp; One-on-one they're great, but in the large social flow of things, they don't work very well whereas I think it's quite opposite for Americans.&amp;nbsp; Small talk is something that I epically fail at, but when I'm in a group there's a certain anonymity or shield that I can have that makes things alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to a friend and she's had something of the same issue with the "Art Kids" and she's been here in London for a good few years, having moved from Chile I &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just that time of year when people are just down in the dumps.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to try out one of the university services-- the university chaplain Jenny Hogan (who is for Chelsea students)&amp;nbsp; I messaged her last night around 3am and she got back to me today during the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I need to schedule a time then to have a chat with her.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that the University does provide people to talk to, but those services remain to be experiences as of now.&amp;nbsp; They seem good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear back if I will be able to move into a flat right behind the Tate Britain.&amp;nbsp; My housing budget is tight, and there is a fellow Chelsea student who is talking to her Dad about allowing me to rent it at the bare minimum of what they could afford.&amp;nbsp; My getting into that room would be out of the goodness of his heart, so I'm just hoping a praying that comes through.&amp;nbsp; I'll be living in a MUCH safer place for a whole world of reasons.&amp;nbsp; But the longer I wait to hear back is the less amount of time I have to find someone to put in this room!&amp;nbsp; Ouch.&amp;nbsp; I'm just hoping that I hear back soon!&amp;nbsp; The girl is really great, she seems well grounded and we share the same ideas and priorities, which I'm forever thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2143366331875702358?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2143366331875702358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-one-of-those-really-bad-funks-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2143366331875702358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2143366331875702358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-one-of-those-really-bad-funks-i.html' title='I&apos;m in one of those really bad funks.  I think everyone is?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TMBYu96jexI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tQt3tSALEDA/s72-c/unhappy-smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7501473490622926498</id><published>2010-10-19T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>British and Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Self deprecation and sarcasm are my two key tools I use when I talk to people.&amp;nbsp; When it comes to small talk I am ultimately the most awkward person, but in my experience, those two things have always worked to liven things up.&amp;nbsp; What I've specifically noticed is that my English classmates simply do not get my sarcasm.&amp;nbsp; They think I'm serious and I have to stop and explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the question on that subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a cultural difference or a personal one?&amp;nbsp; Is this simply because they don't know me as a person well enough to know that I'm just kidding around or is this truly a social thing?&amp;nbsp; We were doing a project where we had to interact with the public and I was absolutely shocked that my fellow group mates were just terrified to go up to a stranger and ask them to participate.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought it was just an initial shyness factor, so I dove right in.&amp;nbsp; Then later I saw they truly just could not do it.&amp;nbsp; It was frustrating, honestly.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I was dealing with two scared freshmen from high school not two 2nd year University students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can chalk this up as another one of those baffling social differences I'm going to need to get my head around.&amp;nbsp; Cultural or personal?&amp;nbsp; Can anyone shed some light on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7501473490622926498?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7501473490622926498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/british-and-sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7501473490622926498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7501473490622926498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/british-and-sarcasm.html' title='British and Sarcasm'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6350183508404389940</id><published>2010-10-19T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:23:12.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>Ramblings about the pretentious worries of an art student in the blinding face of the real world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I went to apply for Chelsea, I used work I had done completely of my own power and conception.&amp;nbsp; The body of work I produced in my first year of University contains nothing but rubbish.&amp;nbsp; I got A's for that rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, for me, for someone who spent years focusing on design, learning the basics again and again and aagain is an insult.&amp;nbsp; Design is different from art and I recognized that back in elementary school.&amp;nbsp; That was why I stopped painting and stopped calling myself an "artist"&amp;nbsp; Design is problem solving, design is typography, design is an answer and a solution, design is like a lie. I do that.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't something I learned, it was something I was raised in.&amp;nbsp; I was "doing " design from the time I was little. My life was design.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a bow and arrow when I was five years old. Of course my mother would never let that fly.&amp;nbsp; So instead I went and got a stick from the yard, some news paper, a rubber band, made a bow, a quiver with a strap and filled it with about a dozen arrows that I then ran around the studio shooting at people.&amp;nbsp; That is design.&amp;nbsp; My Mom works.&amp;nbsp; She works long hours, works weekends, works mornings, days, nights, and she's a single Mom.&amp;nbsp; So there I was, a kiddo left to her own devices when at home.&amp;nbsp; So I had to be creative.&amp;nbsp; I had to find ways to keep myself going.&amp;nbsp; I got bored with the TV.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't just stare at it, I had to have something in my hand, I had to be doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point in my schooling where I need to stop, shut up and be patient and wait for the more advanced things to come. But here's why I feel like I can't be patient.&amp;nbsp; I hate the fact that I'm financially dependent on my Mother.&amp;nbsp; It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's more that I hate being a drain on her.&amp;nbsp; I hate living everyday knowing that the money I have in my wallet is that hard-earned money that my Mom slaves away for, that she works her butt off for, and I'm sitting there in class talking about a book I've read twice over.&amp;nbsp; I feel like this horrid parasite and I just want my Mom to take the time to relax and enjoy herself, and not have to struggle over two businesses and put a kid through college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another pressure rolls over me, and it's the worry that ok, I'm about five years ahead of my age group in knowledge, however that gap is closing every single year and I'm so terrified I'm losing my edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified that I'm not going to get anywhere if I'm not the best.&amp;nbsp; I have to be the best.&amp;nbsp; I have to do things, I want the power to help people, to have influence, to solve problems, to solve things, to spread messages.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to do it on a small scale.&amp;nbsp; I have the will, I have the skills, the need, the drive to do it big.&amp;nbsp; But it scares me that I won't be able to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked other students what they want to do, and I've honestly been shocked when someone has said, oh, they want to work for a firm, maybe 5-10 people.&amp;nbsp; Work from home. Work alone.&amp;nbsp; Part of me has been under the assumption that every single one of my peers wants to be the next Andy Warhol, the next Alexander McQueeen.&amp;nbsp; I know sure as hell I want to be the all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be a pretentious bastard and say I want a challenge.&amp;nbsp; I want to work until I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has always said to me "if you think about what you really want in life, you can bring it to yourself."&amp;nbsp; I really wanted to study in London.&amp;nbsp; For years it had been my dream, and suddenly I'm here.&amp;nbsp; There are some major accomplishments, much more so than your average community art aware or popularity contests that I've achieved. Things that I had to invest years of my life into to achieve against all odds, and part of me has thought that I am just lucky as hell and I've always wondered when that luck would run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote that said "Luck is when preparation meets opportunity" and I think back to how much work went into that "luck"&amp;nbsp; and it brought to light the truth in that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do everything within my power to make sure I am as prepared as humanly possible because I'm hoping to get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6350183508404389940?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6350183508404389940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/ramblings-about-pretentious-worries-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6350183508404389940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6350183508404389940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/ramblings-about-pretentious-worries-of.html' title='Ramblings about the pretentious worries of an art student in the blinding face of the real world.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3035591010730329774</id><published>2010-10-19T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:13:55.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Sometimes ideas have very odd or unusual origins.</title><content type='html'>In my short time of being a wanna-be designer/photographer aka a STUDENT I've had three "ideas" that I like to call my own-- or more that they are the three ideas that I've felt personal attachment and success with.&amp;nbsp; First is the "True Beauty" series, the second is the Chronophotography studies and the third is the most recent subliminal messages idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&amp;nbsp; In 2007 I was screwing around with my camera, pressing myself up against our glass door for the natural light because it was 5pm and the sun was setting and god do I hate artificial light.&amp;nbsp; I snapped a few pics of my chin, then I got the bright idea to go all nasty.&amp;nbsp; So I got some paint, a paintbrush and snapped away.&amp;nbsp; I did some more and during editing I threw the words "Am I Beautiful yet" on there and that was that.&amp;nbsp; Done.&amp;nbsp; Well, I then looked at the final work and thought "oh, this is fairly significant, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original chin picture went on to place 23 out of 43,000 entries in a viral photo contest.&amp;nbsp; I managed to place 23 submitting my photo two months late with only about a fortnight until the competition closed.&amp;nbsp; Well done, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in essence, that was a great idea (that has since been developed even more) that was just pulled out of the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was the chronophotography series that was not sparked by Mr. Muybridge.&amp;nbsp; It came after being poisoned when I was thirteen years old.&amp;nbsp; I woke up to the entire world spinning, double vision stumbling down into the kitchen to retch up bile into the sink for four hours, then get my mom to drive me to school so I could play in the softball game.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it was terrible.&amp;nbsp; Later when I approached the subject of chronophotography, I remembered the terrifying experience of not being able to control anything and&amp;nbsp; hence a study in time as a non-linear sequence some seven or eight years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came the typography series about subliminal messages.&amp;nbsp; That idea came after going clubbing for the first time in the west end at the shaftsburry when a nasty guy in sweatpants and a popped collar kept trying to dance with me.&amp;nbsp; I went home, and came up with the original poster "I'm allergic to &lt;i&gt;sweatpants, fucking popped collars &amp;amp; &lt;/i&gt;cotton."&amp;nbsp; I put that up, and then some months later, I was sitting on the toilet with my computer in tow and I went about creating four more posters, all a bit less curse-word laden than the original.&amp;nbsp; The whole process took about ten minutes.&amp;nbsp; And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL4Z-GSNGHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OKeQJuezXwk/s1600/holy-crap1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL4Z-GSNGHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OKeQJuezXwk/s1600/holy-crap1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thinking of a great idea is like having a bird crap on your shoulder.&amp;nbsp; It will happen at the most inopportune moment, and you'll be pissed off at first but then you're secretly pleased you get to take off your business coat and run with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3035591010730329774?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3035591010730329774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-ideas-are-have-nothing-to-do-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3035591010730329774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3035591010730329774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-ideas-are-have-nothing-to-do-where.html' title='Sometimes ideas have very odd or unusual origins.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL4Z-GSNGHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OKeQJuezXwk/s72-c/holy-crap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7413186045548396801</id><published>2010-10-19T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:04:06.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The real meaning behind the things we say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2VukvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Tj0yjfEw20/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2VukvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Tj0yjfEw20/s640/Untitled-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2Vw0e79LI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KP6kPxXDpRY/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2Vw0e79LI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KP6kPxXDpRY/s640/Untitled-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2VzUOvy9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/iEjjY_1z9Nc/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2VzUOvy9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/iEjjY_1z9Nc/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2WGi96L2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kgk6IWo0xnQ/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2WGi96L2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kgk6IWo0xnQ/s640/Untitled-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a quick idea I came up with a few months ago and I thought a bit more on it and thought about subliminal messages and how I could represent that graphically.&amp;nbsp; Well, here's what I came up with!&amp;nbsp; These are just a few graphics I put together just as a joke but also as an answer to the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7413186045548396801?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7413186045548396801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-meaning-behind-things-we-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7413186045548396801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7413186045548396801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-meaning-behind-things-we-say.html' title='The real meaning behind the things we say.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TL2VukvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Tj0yjfEw20/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3445863998205955197</id><published>2010-10-18T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:31:33.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Doodling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLxaNf_wpVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sDok_fdCq4A/s1600/neo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLxaNf_wpVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sDok_fdCq4A/s640/neo.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a quick doodle that turned into a prospective cover for a 'Story" I'm writing.&amp;nbsp; It's somewhat Chip Kidd-esque, is it not?&amp;nbsp; Can you guess what the story might be about from this &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; abstract cover?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3445863998205955197?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3445863998205955197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/doodling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3445863998205955197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3445863998205955197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/doodling.html' title='Doodling'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLxaNf_wpVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sDok_fdCq4A/s72-c/neo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1904045215721938992</id><published>2010-10-14T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:32:26.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>100 Awesome Logos and Marks - My compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLcp3tf8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zDShlcHaMiE/s1600/100+Logos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLcp3tf8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zDShlcHaMiE/s640/100+Logos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to download High-Res Version | Print on A3 Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1904045215721938992?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1904045215721938992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/100-awesome-logos-and-marks-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1904045215721938992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1904045215721938992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/100-awesome-logos-and-marks-my.html' title='100 Awesome Logos and Marks - My compilation'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TLcp3tf8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zDShlcHaMiE/s72-c/100+Logos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7624869602245923705</id><published>2010-10-13T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:22:25.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Foods I hate.</title><content type='html'>Hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;Potatos &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatos &lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Most beans&lt;br /&gt;Baked Beans&lt;br /&gt;Celery&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;Any form of BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Jambalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blackened&lt;/b&gt; chicken&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Noodle Soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7624869602245923705?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7624869602245923705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/foods-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7624869602245923705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7624869602245923705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/foods-i-hate.html' title='Foods I hate.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3531614150166204758</id><published>2010-10-10T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:50:10.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Semi-Fatal Hair Debauchery -</title><content type='html'>I've got naturally blond hair, and it was always nice, a cool ashy blond.&amp;nbsp; So then I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"hey, let's make it a bit brighter!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was back in February, and it actually was first dyed orange (thanks mom) but we eventually got it to a passable shade that didn't look ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; It was possibly one shade lighter than my original one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; So one thing I've noticed is running around Walworth at night coming home from clubs as a blond-haired blue-eyed gal is possibly not the best thing in the world.&amp;nbsp; So I had the bright idea to go dark blond for winter.&amp;nbsp; Sounded like a good idea at first, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nope.&amp;nbsp; After doing a test strip and thinking everything turned out well, I dyed my whole head and to my surprise, I got GREY hair. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grey, as in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;GREY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I did one dose of my normal color... ok, that maybe did something, did ANOTHER dose of my normal color, ok, that didn't do anything.&amp;nbsp; So then I went out and bought a whole shade lighter than I normally wear, well, that did a little something. My hair is still a nasty drab grey/brown maybe blond in some areas shade, but it's gross.&amp;nbsp; So since I don't want to run out and spend £100 at a hair salon, I'm going to be on a mission tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; A scary mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd rather be too light, than too dark in the hair department, so I'm going to run out and buy about 3 shades lighter than I normally wear.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much the lightest they got short of platinum.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And by gods, I hope that it does &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;to give me back some sort of resemblance to the golden locks I had before I got myself into this mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm going to hope and pray that after tomorrow I can get my blond back.&amp;nbsp; If not... well, goodbye money.&amp;nbsp; It was good knowing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3531614150166204758?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3531614150166204758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-semi-fatal-hair-debauchery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3531614150166204758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3531614150166204758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-semi-fatal-hair-debauchery.html' title='My Semi-Fatal Hair Debauchery -'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-9013270061497921542</id><published>2010-10-08T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:16:01.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The Social and the Cultural</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I was essentially bullied enough that by the end of 5th grade any ounce of self esteem I had possessed had been sucked dry by the vicious little children who were my classmates.&amp;nbsp; There were other factors as well, ones from home, and I think that is why I ended up being a target for such ridicule.&amp;nbsp; Also, girls are not physically bullied, they are the ones who are attacked mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was eleven years old, I know that I hated myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues I formed from those days have followed me to this day, and so I had this need to feel good about myself, since I was essentially completely starved for any self appreciation.&amp;nbsp; So I would win all of these awards and do all of these amazing things to fill the void that was somewhere and no matter what I couldn't fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate effects of those years (that I'm still on the mend from) have instilled a crippling fear of social interactions.&amp;nbsp; Most of the people who know me might say that I was either insanely silly or funny, or possibly aloof or shy.&amp;nbsp; The humor is and is always self-deprecating, because it's safer to make fun of myself before others do.&amp;nbsp; And the aloofness is actually the manifestation of my extreme fear of PEOPLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my utter terror of other "kids" my age, I was fine in social situations where the social hierarchy was clearly laid out for me.&amp;nbsp; Something like TSA where I KNEW who was supposed to be where was where I really and truly shined.&amp;nbsp; But when I had to go back to my peers and we were in this mash up of social groups and cliques, I honestly was just scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember a girl named Kasey who I had gone to Middle School and High School with.&amp;nbsp; She was one of the "popular" kids, very social and she had always been just a genuinely nice person from what I perceived at a distance.&amp;nbsp; Then I remember one day in sophomore year she stopped at my locker and talked to me.&amp;nbsp; Just asking questions, and I remember my first reaction was fear, then it was suspicion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had no reason to think Kasey anything other than a wonderfully nice girl, it was simply that all I could think was that this was some type of elaborate joke and I had to protect myself.&amp;nbsp; Now I can appreciate her olive branch and I can say that she still remains a genuinely nice person, but the following weeks that she made an effort to stop and say high were met with high suspicion on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I moved to London my self esteem fluxuated somewhere between little, to non-existant.&amp;nbsp; I took an empathy test one time and I scored in the middle of the autistic range.&amp;nbsp; I took it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've moved to London I can say that for the first time I&amp;nbsp; feel &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; about myself on the whole and not in on a temporary basis.&amp;nbsp; I can even feel that my capacity for empathy towards others is no longer artificial, but suddenly genuine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've now found is that my fear of social interaction, which once stretched the entire span of my social dealings, is now isolated to an intimidation factor, and I think it's a mix of culture and my own personal fears.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize HOW MUCH emphasis would be placed on the fact of my being American.&amp;nbsp; I think it's there because I'm not much of a cultural chameleon, I do my own thing and continue to do so.&amp;nbsp; But on top of that I'm very intimidated about the different social dealings.&amp;nbsp; They're not cold, they're tight-knit.&amp;nbsp; It's something that I'm going to have to continue working on, but so far I'm feeling better about MYSELF and that's the first step to getting anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-9013270061497921542?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/9013270061497921542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-and-cultural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9013270061497921542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9013270061497921542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-and-cultural.html' title='The Social and the Cultural'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7149128870805739067</id><published>2010-10-06T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:57:44.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>HOLY **** SPIDERS IN MY ROOM</title><content type='html'>So there's one thing that I absolutely cannot do, and that is kill things.&amp;nbsp; Anything.&amp;nbsp; I will be mowing and if I see one of those tiny white months, I stop and wait for it to move, or just mow around it until it feels good and ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inability to kill anything also relates to spiders and other creepy crawlers.&amp;nbsp; I can't help but put myself in their position.&amp;nbsp; What if I was a little spider and this giant thing came at me?&amp;nbsp; I would be terrified!&amp;nbsp; SO of course the anthropomorphism that I assign to every little creature gives me a sense of duty that I MUST save the critter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I remember my mom took me out into the play house and showed me daddy long-legs spider.&amp;nbsp; I remember it's petite little legs sitting on my mom's palm and when I held it too, and I realized there was nothing wrong with them. Somewhere inside of me I was a bit fearful, but otherwise I really had no issue with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then summer camp came around and I went on the canoe trip with a group and some bratty little girl insisted that she have the front seat, even though she was bigger than me and should have sat in the middle of the boat.&amp;nbsp; So I was stuck in the bottom of the water logged boat, and the little brat -Rebecca- that was her name (I've had issues with people named Rebecca since then) was complaining the whole way.&amp;nbsp; One of the things our counselor told us was NOT to hold branches out of the way, because they will snap back at the person behind you.&amp;nbsp; (*cough* foreshadowing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Rebecca had been too busy complaining, and so well into the trip she had pulled an entire tangle of SPIDER infested branches away from her with her paddle.&amp;nbsp; Well.&amp;nbsp; When she released that paddle I got a face full of spiders, branches and leaves. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day I have the short clip of a spider slowly stalking up my arm, it's little back end (looked like a crown or something) directly in the air shaking back and forth as it bounced up and down-- stalking closer and CLOSER to my face.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the hundreds of other little critters all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to tip the boat to clear the spiders, and I had bites that lasted for weeks.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even after that event, I still couldn't kill spiders, but the panicky reaction I remember so clearly is instilled in the very back of my mind.&amp;nbsp; So I saw a (very large) spider on my wall in my room here in london, so I calmly got a container, slid a card under it, and delivered it outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then there was one more on my bookshelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one in my closet a few days later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ANOTHER one IN my coat after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ANOTHER ONE ON MY HEADBOARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not afraid of the spiders, it's more that my exterior is exceedingly calm as I actually talk to the little buggers while I'm saving them, but each time I've done so in the past few weeks, the tiny thimble of panic inside me has grown a wee bit more, and I've literally lost count of how many little living creatures I've rescued from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a spider in the bathroom right now that I haven't sought out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me goosebumps thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKz-yovgDtI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6u2Ggo_yWM4/s1600/scaryspidercake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKz-yovgDtI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6u2Ggo_yWM4/s320/scaryspidercake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Damn spiders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7149128870805739067?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7149128870805739067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-spiders-in-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7149128870805739067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7149128870805739067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-spiders-in-my-room.html' title='HOLY **** SPIDERS IN MY ROOM'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKz-yovgDtI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6u2Ggo_yWM4/s72-c/scaryspidercake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5219461231553485227</id><published>2010-10-06T18:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:06:45.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Just another day in the life of a student at the bottom of the corporate ladder.</title><content type='html'>Life update:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been on an intense search to work in IT, and that's just not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; They're so backwards with technology in the UK that they make it out to be this "huge deal" to work with a computer, and I'm a girl, which is a further knock to their man pride.&amp;nbsp; Besides, I don't want to do IT as a career, I was just hoping that I could make a bit more hourly doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my job search continues.&amp;nbsp; Burberry has some internships, but they're all full time, and I'm a full time student, so that would never fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I'm going to try to do. I'm going to setup a small freelance thing within the college making websites and blogs for students.&amp;nbsp; I figure I can pull in a small bit of cash that way.&amp;nbsp; And another thing I can do is some freelance work for Nigel (course director) but I gotta prove to him what I can do first, and so far he loves me - as much as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another idea I had would be once my saturday acting class started up, I could see if I could get a night job doing grunt work or something behind the scenes at a show?&amp;nbsp; Nothing special, but still a crazy fun experience. So the job search continues.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;don't want to end up working in some cafe or whatever because I can do that nearly anywhere I go and I'm in LONDON.&amp;nbsp; I gotta go for the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm doing is casually hunting for a place to live in pimlico.&amp;nbsp; It's more expensive, so I'm trying to be patient and see if I can get lucky, but I really want to try to get Zone 1 north of the river.&amp;nbsp; Crossing the bridges are dangerous on a bike in their own way, but they're also a good distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class:&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we haven't really done much.&amp;nbsp; We're working on an inspiration project, and what I'm seeing is that people here really really think, which is awesome.&amp;nbsp; The other thing I'm very aware of is that students are all about the finished project, they're not about process, and the one thing that Bkells taught me last year was PROCESS PROCESS PROCESS PROCESS.&amp;nbsp; And he's damn right.&amp;nbsp; I've been reading all of the books on our assigned list and they're all about process.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, that tangent leads me back to our project, we're assigned an area of the city and we have to draw inspiration from that part of the city, and then give a 3min inspirational presentation to the class on friday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5219461231553485227?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5219461231553485227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-another-day-in-life-of-student-at.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5219461231553485227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5219461231553485227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-another-day-in-life-of-student-at.html' title='Just another day in the life of a student at the bottom of the corporate ladder.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6697428563032714035</id><published>2010-10-05T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:29:08.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Heinz Soup is AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKs2F7h2roI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WSVkCkae4Ls/s1600/4157804223_f18726a4e6_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKs2F7h2roI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WSVkCkae4Ls/s320/4157804223_f18726a4e6_z.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, Campbells soup is American.&amp;nbsp; It's what Americans eat when they eat soup.&amp;nbsp; And it sucks.&amp;nbsp; I've never been a soup fan just because the soup I bought was never that good and I really don't know how to make soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here in the UK Heinz has got the soup market down pat.&amp;nbsp; So I bought some cream of tomato soup (low calorie meal, etc)&amp;nbsp; and it was fantastic!&amp;nbsp; So then I bought a bunch of cans for easy meals, and I bought some other varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp; Heinz soup = amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6697428563032714035?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6697428563032714035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/heinz-soup-is-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6697428563032714035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6697428563032714035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/heinz-soup-is-amazing.html' title='Heinz Soup is AMAZING'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKs2F7h2roI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WSVkCkae4Ls/s72-c/4157804223_f18726a4e6_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3140440170975044443</id><published>2010-10-05T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:53:58.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>"Luck is when preparation meets opportunity."</title><content type='html'>I'm a jack of all trades, but in the majority of my "trades" I've attained a level of proficiency that is more than just proficient, it's just above that.&amp;nbsp; Sports, Music, Education, Travel, Business, Art, Media, Speaking, Technology, all of this, I've got a strong form of experience in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;b&gt;prepared&lt;/b&gt; in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason as such is because of ultimately one person in my life.&amp;nbsp; My Mom.&amp;nbsp; Here's a recent story, I've always wanted to act, there's a part of me that loves 'being first' and 'being up there'&amp;nbsp; and I did ballet when I was little, and I can remember being on the stage for my ten seconds of glory as a fairy princess at five years old.&amp;nbsp; After that I stopped ballet because my mind was everywhere and as such a strong-natured child, my instructor felt that I didn't have the discipline to be a ballet dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had ideas of my own on how our ballet class should be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never really got into doing theatre things in school because of self confidence issues, low self-esteem, and the fact that the thespian groups at my school were made up of individuals that I was honestly scared of in a social platform.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't very open in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since moving to London my confidence which has been on a nose-dive trend since before I can remember, has leveled off and is ever so &lt;i&gt;slowly &lt;/i&gt;starting to climb once more.&amp;nbsp; I thought, &lt;i&gt;I've always wanted to do some sort of acting type of thing&lt;/i&gt; so I decided that I should sign up for an acting class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But acting classes cost money.&amp;nbsp; So I gave my Mom a ring and told her about it, about the research I did into the proper cost of a class such as this one, and why I wanted to.&amp;nbsp; Well, she says "yeah, of course!&amp;nbsp; go for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that my Mom taught me, it's that if you want something done, you need to get up and do it.&amp;nbsp; People aren't just going to hand you things, you've got to put in the work and earn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom gave me the gift of enabling me to do nearly anything that I wanted to do.&amp;nbsp; I just had to show her that I really wanted it.&amp;nbsp; If I put in the work, if I proved to her that was what I was going to do, she would support me in it.&amp;nbsp; It is something that every year I become more and more thankful for.&amp;nbsp; She has enabled me to follow my dream of studying art in LONDON.&amp;nbsp; She has enabled me to be the State President of TSA, she has enabled me to play music, to play sports, to travel all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also a single mom, running two businesses on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like last night when I asked her if I could pursue something, and to see her utter support that reminds me of how lucky I am to have my Mom.&amp;nbsp; I love her with all my heart and every day I'm so thankful for all of the things she's given me and enabled me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that thanks to her, if I ever get lucky, I will be more than prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3140440170975044443?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3140440170975044443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/luck-is-when-preparation-meets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3140440170975044443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3140440170975044443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/luck-is-when-preparation-meets.html' title='&quot;Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.&quot;'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7363426429760735275</id><published>2010-10-05T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:36:14.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Adventures - American Culture vs. British Culture</title><content type='html'>Our mini project on the first day of class was to draw a new sign for a Halal chicken shop.&amp;nbsp; We had to "think of something that reminds us of America"&amp;nbsp; draw different graphical elements, etc and combine them on the sign.&amp;nbsp; What I immediately noticed at the end of this was the differences in perception from a social aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone put "terrorist" chicken, "xxxl chicken" etc, and while I'm not insulted, I didn't find the humor as well.&amp;nbsp; I also noticed that my humor is not appreciated in the same way here as at home.&amp;nbsp; It's not difficult, but it's just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I did to remedy this is I signed up for an acting class at the Dominion Theatre.&amp;nbsp; I figure that there I can act crazy and funny and I'll be doing something socially acceptable for the environment. On that note, I think it's awesome that being in London I have the ability to sign up for a class or something like that.&amp;nbsp; It just takes a bit of self-motivation.&amp;nbsp; The course is in no way connected to UAL, it's about me making myself get out there to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially in general I've just found that things are different.&amp;nbsp; While I'm used to a very open and wear-it-on-your-sleeve perspective on many things, here things are kept back a bit.&amp;nbsp; The groups of British students have a very tight connection and group and it's intimidating to attempt to break into that and be a part of it.&amp;nbsp; But slowly I've found that I'm entering into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is simply a matter of time.&amp;nbsp; In the US things move very fast and there is an instant-gratification sensation to a lot things, and in the UK it's ok to take you're time.&amp;nbsp; In the north east of the US, we're known to be the hard-working no-sleep go-go-go-go people.&amp;nbsp; So I've got to learn how to relax a bit and take things in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7363426429760735275?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7363426429760735275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-adventures-american-culture-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7363426429760735275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7363426429760735275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-adventures-american-culture-vs.html' title='Social Adventures - American Culture vs. British Culture'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5790264649491297803</id><published>2010-10-05T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:35:47.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Freshers Week to a close and The first day of Chelsea!</title><content type='html'>Freshers week ended up being a disappointment in the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went to debut, and the music was just loud, not very good, and the venue was too big, so it seemed fairly empty.&amp;nbsp; I went to a spots social at the sports cafe in Leicester Square, but no one showed up so I left, then I tried to attend the Chelsea BBQ, but no one showed up, and then I had checked the Students' Union website and found that their timetable was different on some events, which meant I ended up missing a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sports day on Sunday and that was a good bit of fun, although I found it was all the same people who made it to the other events throughout the week.&amp;nbsp; Hockey was great, and everyone was friendly, but I was sad that the football clubs never showed up.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying to decide between Hockey and Football, but football's first match is Wednesday at 2pm which I have class, so no go there.&amp;nbsp; It looks like Hockey it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be critical of the fact that Koko was on a Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; (With Debut being on a Thursday)&amp;nbsp; I had paid for my entry into Koko, but I didn't want to be hung over for my first day of class, so I skipped.&amp;nbsp; Had it been on saturday night, or friday night I would have certainly gone.&amp;nbsp; I think a better idea would be to have one big club night on Saturday instead of two separate events on odd days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of class was a good one.&amp;nbsp; It was your typical administrative bit that is somewhat boring, but Nigel (course director for 1 years) did a good job with keeping things interesting.&amp;nbsp; We had a mini project&amp;nbsp; during lunch, and then he assigned us an inspiration project due Friday that we're doing in groups.&amp;nbsp; We also had to take pictures of our course, and we had to do it by letters.&amp;nbsp; That was a lot of fun and got me talking to more people on my course.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seems very nice and I'm really starting to meet new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5790264649491297803?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5790264649491297803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/freshers-week-to-close-and-first-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5790264649491297803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5790264649491297803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/freshers-week-to-close-and-first-day-of.html' title='Freshers Week to a close and The first day of Chelsea!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5779036107644829916</id><published>2010-10-01T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:55:06.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>iPhone 4 versus Blackerry Torch</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted an iPhone in the worst way when they came out.&amp;nbsp; I continued to struggle, watching everyone with their iPhones and their glory, and alas, we were verizon users, and as such, I did not have the option of an iPhone.&amp;nbsp; AT&amp;amp;T was has terrible reception where I live, along with being terribly expensive, so I sufficed with getting a blackberry storm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make due in my situation, I downloaded an iPhone esque theme for my blackberry, popped that on there, slapped an apple sticker on the back of my iPhone and called it a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two years later, I am a complete dependent on my Blackberry storm, I get upwards of 80-100 emails a day, I use twitter, google maps, web browsing a touch of facebook, you name it and that's what blackberry does.&amp;nbsp; I don't really care all that much for phone games, honestly.&amp;nbsp; I've chucked my phone, dropped it screen down directly onto concrete laden with pebbles and sharp rocks, beaten abused, mashed it, and it works perfectly, without a problem.&amp;nbsp; The screen has never broken, and despite being having a terrible temper at times, it's been the best phone I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I've moved to London, was all excited that I was going to be able to get an iPhone 4.&amp;nbsp; FINALLY, my iPhone dreams have come TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after much consideration, I've finally come to the conclusion that I don't want the iPhone anymore.&amp;nbsp; I want a blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this?&amp;nbsp; Well, I use my phone for business and practical matters, and face it or not, the iPhone is OK for practical matters, it's great for photos, etc, but I'm not going to be pitching my big idea on an iPhone.&amp;nbsp; But the blackberry is exceptional in practical matters, fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the new Blackberry torch that's out looks very promising, and I'm going to go with that.&amp;nbsp; The reason I'm not sticking with my current storm is that I'm having charging issues.&amp;nbsp; I had to purchase a new battery AND a new charger, and despite that, it still has issues charging, otherwise I'd be fine going another year or two with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this situation is that my Torch will be £100 less than an iPhone to purchase, and my plan is £5 cheaper per month than an iPhone.&amp;nbsp; The other good thing is that I can change out my SIM card so I can put in international calling to call home every once in a while, as opposed to paying outrageous fees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the droid get a say in this?&amp;nbsp; You know what, I've only used a droid once, and it wasn't enough to tell if I'd really like it or not, but I just get a bad feeling about droids, personally. But that's an uninformed opinion. I'm at the point where I'm more than happy with blackberry, that I'll allow my ignorance-fed hatred of droids to remain as is, and ignore my original desires for an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKaABnKbE5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/l1wH-AJTrvQ/s1600/550-blackberry-torch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKaABnKbE5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/l1wH-AJTrvQ/s320/550-blackberry-torch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5779036107644829916?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5779036107644829916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/iphone-4-versus-blackerry-torch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5779036107644829916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5779036107644829916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/10/iphone-4-versus-blackerry-torch.html' title='iPhone 4 versus Blackerry Torch'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKaABnKbE5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/l1wH-AJTrvQ/s72-c/550-blackberry-torch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8700920409824333118</id><published>2010-09-29T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:53:18.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Freshers Week - Day 3 - BIG FAYRE!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today I went to the giant Fresher's Fayre held at Debut London.&amp;nbsp; I was expecting something along the lines of a few student booths up with some corny background music and everyone signing up for a few sports, societies, etc, maybe mingling a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was VERY WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a crazy party!&amp;nbsp; Rooms and room of promotions specials, events, sign-ups, give aways, SO MUCH!&amp;nbsp; I got a bag from urban outfitters with socks and hair ties and nail polish, multiple student discount cards to help me get good deals and to save £ on my art supplies, I got some crazy bags, and the whole thing was really incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have got a pass to jump the line and have FREE ENTRY to club KOKO's Friday night NME until March 2011.&amp;nbsp; That's right.&amp;nbsp; Free entry. I get to be a pretend VIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really outstanding event and I got to learn a bit more about some of the student groups and sports societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKO0mll3iaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XF7Ve1m-tWA/s1600/display_img.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKO0mll3iaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XF7Ve1m-tWA/s1600/display_img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My list is at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clubs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sports:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hockey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to choose one sport, and also figure out when those respective clubs meet to see if I can join!&amp;nbsp; I want to do it all, but sometimes you just can't :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8700920409824333118?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8700920409824333118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-day-3-big-fayre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8700920409824333118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8700920409824333118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-day-3-big-fayre.html' title='Freshers Week - Day 3 - BIG FAYRE!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKO0mll3iaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XF7Ve1m-tWA/s72-c/display_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-9038117268648717686</id><published>2010-09-28T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:51:40.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Freshers Week - Day 1 - Art Films!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKHkvpZmKwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aIzC6TxYUjc/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKHkvpZmKwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aIzC6TxYUjc/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was the first official day of Freshers' Week and the Freshers' Festival that is being put on by SUARTs.&amp;nbsp; Each college has a ton of different events for you to go and see, and my only complaint is that I can't make them all!&amp;nbsp; They do have a few repeats at different locations, so if you miss something at one place, you can hop on over to another and see if you can catch the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to "Art Film: All you need to know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="long_3473" style="font-size: 105%;"&gt;"Ed Gill showcases the greatest films you really ought to have seen by now, darrrling. Blag your way through art school after this one. Giveaway badges included."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="long_3473" style="font-size: 105%;"&gt;It was really great because Mr. Gill pulled out some of his favorite ALL-TIME art movies and cinematic wonders.&amp;nbsp; Among them were some student films from George Lucas and snippets from insane pictures like the Rocky Horror Picture Show and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="long_3473" style="font-size: 105%;"&gt;And as duly noted, we got spoiler buttons that have a fun graphic with the end of the movie given away enabling you to walk around with a bit of cheek when wearing one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-9038117268648717686?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/9038117268648717686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-day-1-art-films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9038117268648717686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9038117268648717686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-day-1-art-films.html' title='Freshers Week - Day 1 - Art Films!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKHkvpZmKwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aIzC6TxYUjc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-354049098163919267</id><published>2010-09-26T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:42:44.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshers Week!  The very beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ_oVr7DlzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SSVDKS6uF6A/s1600/168511435-a5cbade9457c267c9e836399b577e857.4c9fe588-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ_oVr7DlzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SSVDKS6uF6A/s320/168511435-a5cbade9457c267c9e836399b577e857.4c9fe588-scaled.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was the first day that I really got to experience UAL hands on.&amp;nbsp; I went to 272 High Holborn to pick up my freshers packet and was greeted at the door by student union members who directed me to exactly where I needed to go.&amp;nbsp; Inside my freshers package was a I &amp;lt;3 UAL bag, an NUS extra savings card, and a sweatshirt!&amp;nbsp; It was great getting to meet a few people and to see how amazing the Student Union is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ_oVr7DlzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SSVDKS6uF6A/s1600/168511435-a5cbade9457c267c9e836399b577e857.4c9fe588-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later there was the Student Union's Welcome Party at Blueprint bar.&amp;nbsp; The event was free and there was great music, things to do and people to meet.&amp;nbsp; It was quite the experience.&amp;nbsp; I have to say that it was a great way to start off the coming week of fun intro parties and events coming up!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-354049098163919267?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/354049098163919267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-very-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/354049098163919267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/354049098163919267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshers-week-very-beginning.html' title='Freshers Week!  The very beginning!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ_oVr7DlzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SSVDKS6uF6A/s72-c/168511435-a5cbade9457c267c9e836399b577e857.4c9fe588-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3821495970827799084</id><published>2010-09-25T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T06:10:21.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>7 Amazing Must-Have Free Programs for Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So what I've done is I've gathered some of my absolutely MUST HAVE freeware applications that make my world go round on my Mac.&amp;nbsp; While I'm sure you might be able to survive without them, I know that these have changed the way I use my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T4M_4y_I/AAAAAAAAAao/guN7ghmIIPg/s200/1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more overheating!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.cnet.com/smcFanControl/3000-18487_4-102230.html" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having Problems with your mac getting way too hot while you're using it? Me too, that's why I have &lt;a href="http://download.cnet.com/smcFanControl/3000-18487_4-102230.html"&gt;SMC FanControl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What this app does is it allows you to manually control the fans on your computer.&amp;nbsp; A lot of times the fans won't register how hot your computer actually is, especially when you're using CPU intensive apps.&amp;nbsp; I know that I upgraded my computer to 8GB RAM so I really make mine work!&amp;nbsp; It displays the temperature of your computer in Celsius or Fahrenheit, and also the RPM of the fans which allows you to control them.&amp;nbsp; It sits up on the top bar next to your airport indicator so you can access it instantly and know your settings with a quick glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T48Z3aYI/AAAAAAAAAas/1LBiry2mwoE/s200/2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use Google tasks and have had the problem where you can't get onto the Internet to see them?&amp;nbsp; Try &lt;span id="goog_1070512340"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;TaskMate!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;TaskMate is the task list made simple.&amp;nbsp; It's right on your computer for you to access whenever you would like, so you don't have to worry about your Internet connection.&amp;nbsp; You can tick off a completed task and have it delete forever, or you can have it stay on your drawer archive in case you need to revisit it.&amp;nbsp; It's quick, easy and very simple to understand, so an instant learning curve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T5TzOaUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qMle8USebCA/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T5TzOaUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qMle8USebCA/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;The already famous &lt;a href="http://www.videolan.org/vlc/"&gt;VLC player!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; This will play nearly any media format you throw at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;This is a similar contraption to quicktime, except for my favorite feature: VOLUME.&amp;nbsp; That's right!&amp;nbsp; While quicktime can play a variety of media formats, and even more with annoying plugins, you'll find that you can only get so much out of the volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;. Well, VLC is amazing, for one, that it plays nearly ANY video format and it super charges the volume so you can actually HEAR it!&amp;nbsp; My full replacement for quicktime, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T5-TwnyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nZb5j8RQVDM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T5-TwnyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nZb5j8RQVDM/s200/4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey designers, students, and thinkers, have you ever needed to make an idea map?&amp;nbsp; Have you done it painstakingly by hand, or even worse, by hand in PHOTOSHOP?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt; Well, &lt;a href="http://www.mindnode.com/"&gt;MindNode&lt;/a&gt; is the as-simple-as-it-gets idea map program!&amp;nbsp; You can do it by typing in your first work, click and dragging out your next branch of thought and going from there.&amp;nbsp; You can edit your colors and you can save different idea maps and print them!&amp;nbsp; An elegant alternative to those hastily hand-drawn ideas you do sitting in class or the office.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pull out MindNode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T6adyrHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sa-aDmINz1E/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T6adyrHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sa-aDmINz1E/s200/5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evernote.com/"&gt;Evernote!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;If you've ever checked out the dashboard on my computer you'll see that I've got stickies EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;, and saved emails, with all types of labels "important" "personal" "business-important" etc, and the worst part is that everything is all over the place!&amp;nbsp; Well Evernote puts it all together in one simple program.&amp;nbsp; Better yet, you can do video notes, phone notes, picture notes, email notes, etc, etc, etc all in one place! Take a picture of something on your phone and upload it to your Evernote account. You have a search option as well as a label option so you're hard-pressed to lose your info!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T6gHD5zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_rU7a8ma_gc/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T6gHD5zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_rU7a8ma_gc/s200/6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.cnet.com/MacJanitor/3000-2094_4-7687.html"&gt;MacJanitor &lt;/a&gt;is a sweet and simple program that allows you to clear out your temporary and hidden files.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;It's cute, small, quite and efficient at helping you to keep your mac clean and running fast without all of the annoying little files holding you back!&amp;nbsp; I like to run it once a week or so, just to make sure I'm keeping my system clean and not piled high with unwanted files.&amp;nbsp; It's also a peace of mind thing to know your system is clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512382"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512382"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512383"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T7arjGPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bJGPG0J6eO4/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T7arjGPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bJGPG0J6eO4/s200/7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last but not least is &lt;a href="http://briksoftware.com/products/camouflage/"&gt;Camouflage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; With a click you can hide all of the icons you've got spread about your desktop, so when it's time for you to go in for the big presentation, you can look neat and clean. You can customize the background that your desktop goes to and you can set a hit key to do a quick hide should you need to.&amp;nbsp; It's simple, and yet a very key presentation tool when you want to look clean and neat for your clients!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, that's it for now.&amp;nbsp; What are some of your favorite free mac programs?&amp;nbsp; Do you have any suggestions for future posts?&amp;nbsp; And if you've used any of these, tell me what you think!&amp;nbsp; Good, bad, sustainable, errors, whatnot.&amp;nbsp; I think these are really the hot shots so far, so let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1070512341"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3821495970827799084?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3821495970827799084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-amazing-must-have-free-programs-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3821495970827799084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3821495970827799084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-amazing-must-have-free-programs-for.html' title='7 Amazing Must-Have Free Programs for Mac'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ4T4M_4y_I/AAAAAAAAAao/guN7ghmIIPg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5016947011408460181</id><published>2010-09-25T06:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:53:33.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Growing your eyebrows back!   A way that does really help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I am not known to be a product endorser but do you want to know a CHEAP way that can help improve eyebrow and eyelash growth?&amp;nbsp; Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OLIVE OIL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ3MEaFiy4I/AAAAAAAAAak/bsUmW6cWvb0/s1600/olive-oil-misconception-01-af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ3MEaFiy4I/AAAAAAAAAak/bsUmW6cWvb0/s1600/olive-oil-misconception-01-af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really.&amp;nbsp; It works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On of the things I've always been fortunate in is the eyebrow department.&amp;nbsp; Never once did I have to pluck or shape my brows in order to have that perfect look.&amp;nbsp; I got compliments as a child and I had people asking "who did your eyebrows" and I would look at them like they were crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I got into my teens and decided I wanted more arch to them, despite their perfect petite dash mark shape.&amp;nbsp; So I plucked them a bit.&amp;nbsp; It didn't look bad they didn't look too thin or anything but as I've gotten out of my teens and into a more mature look, I decided I wanted to go back to my 'o-natural 'brow shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in order to get those puppies growin' I looked in the internet for some resources.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel like doling out $200 (£125) for a miniscule bottle of mystery liquid that was supposed to grow them back.&amp;nbsp; Then during my explorations I came across multiple posts about olive oil.&amp;nbsp; So I had some and I said "what the hell"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, give it three or four days and I had SO MUCH new growth!&amp;nbsp; Now it's not going to make long locks sprout from your brows, but I believe that the nutrients in the olive oil help fuel the hair growth and soften the skin to allow the hair follicle to find its way to the surface.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I say, if you're tight on cash, or at least waiting for your librow shipment to come in, add putting a dab of olive oil onto the areas you want hair growth each night and see what happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5016947011408460181?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5016947011408460181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-your-eyebrows-back-way-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5016947011408460181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5016947011408460181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-your-eyebrows-back-way-that.html' title='Growing your eyebrows back!   A way that does really help!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJ3MEaFiy4I/AAAAAAAAAak/bsUmW6cWvb0/s72-c/olive-oil-misconception-01-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1983654538325886487</id><published>2010-09-23T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:26:16.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fully Enrolled as a Chelsea College of Art &amp; Design Student!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day that I feel like I've actually accomplished something here in London.&amp;nbsp; On Tuesday I tried to enroll at Chelsea, but apparently I needed to have my actual high school diploma in hand for them to see that it wasn't fake-- despite the fact that they've got a copy and that I couldn't have gotten my student visa without having an actual high school diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my awesome Mom sent my diploma UK side, and now I am officially official - a FULLY enrolled student.&amp;nbsp; Whew.&amp;nbsp; Then I had to request a bank letter from my university, which is another reason why I have tried about six times to open a bank account and have had a problem every SINGLE TIME.&amp;nbsp; grr.&amp;nbsp; It's horrid.&amp;nbsp; But I'm supposed to be able to pick up my bank letter tomorrow and then off to HSBC to get my account rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm doing is participating in the UAL communities project.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it's a program that follows a student around during their time at UAL.&amp;nbsp; I am going to be blogging about my experience here, and videoed and other things, I guess.&amp;nbsp; I meet with my consultant for the project next Thursday, which will be interesting.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing that happened today was that I got my student handbook and on the cover are a guy and a girl dressed up as super heroes, with the girl knees the guy in the berries.&amp;nbsp; It think that's a pretty legitimate way to start my study here in the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1983654538325886487?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1983654538325886487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/fully-enrolled-as-chelsea-college-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1983654538325886487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1983654538325886487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/fully-enrolled-as-chelsea-college-of.html' title='Fully Enrolled as a Chelsea College of Art &amp; Design Student!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2811038325358727549</id><published>2010-09-22T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:16:06.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Penn State University receives an $88 million gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donheller.blogspot.com/2010/09/newsflash-penn-state-receives-88.html?spref=bl"&gt;The Itinerant Professor: Newsflash!  Penn state receives an $88 million gift&lt;/a&gt;: "Penn State announced today the receipt of the largest single gift in its history, $88 million, from alumnus Terrence Pegula and his wife Kim. As one could imagine, a gift of this magnitude coming at a time when the university is facing such constrained resources is a huge boost for the institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegula made his money in the natural gas business, and evidently had invested much money in the Marcellus Shale, the huge gas field that spreads across parts of Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, and West Virginia.  Earlier this year, East Resources Inc., the privately-held firm of which he was founder, CEO, and a principal shareholder (according to the Penn State press release), &lt;a href="http://www.ctv.ca/generic/generated/static/business/article1706107.html" target="new"&gt;was sold for $4.7 billion&lt;/a&gt; to Royal Dutch Shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campus is buzzing and the excitement is impalpable as people think about the potential for such a large gift. Well, at least until you read past the headline and discover that the $88 million is going to be used for. . . . &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hockey&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, you read correctly: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;$88 million for hockey&lt;/span&gt;.  To be a bit more precise, the money is going to help build a "state-of-the-art, multi-purpose arena," as well as provide operating funds for the men's and women's hockey clubs to move to Division 1 status, according to the &lt;a href="http://live.psu.edu/story/48448" target="new"&gt;press release&lt;/a&gt; issued by Penn State today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2811038325358727549?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2811038325358727549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/itinerant-professor-newsflash-penn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2811038325358727549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2811038325358727549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/itinerant-professor-newsflash-penn.html' title='Penn State University receives an $88 million gift'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3818775238139228841</id><published>2010-09-21T17:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:27:05.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Burberry Prorsum Spring 2011 Womenswear Fashion Show at Chelsea College of Art &amp; Design - 21 September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went on to enrollment at Chelsea (lacking the evidence of a high school diploma) and realized that I wasn't going to be able to enroll today. Since England seems to have a fairly amazing handle on life, they served us Mimosas while we filled out our enrollment paperwork. After I arrived at my rather steep speed-bump, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very much &lt;/span&gt;appreciated.  American Uni's can take a page out of Chelsea's book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkjLe_SwbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/YKRGPI_jhuk/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkjLe_SwbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/YKRGPI_jhuk/s400/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519481498523320754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, WELL THEN! The Burberry show was HAPPENING at the parade grounds at chelsea, so I popped out of A block and went to the meer mortal section of the street to watch people arrive and see the event get underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj3MoQwtI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3sCNt133Wf0/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj3MoQwtI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3sCNt133Wf0/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519482249509126866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the people around me, this (amazing) stage took nearly two weeks to build.  I saw someone painting up until the very last minute, when guests were arriving, and I have to say that everyone did an amazing job!  Beautiful, all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj2-Xbo8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/fkMyFentttw/s1600/CHLOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj2-Xbo8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/fkMyFentttw/s400/CHLOE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519482245680440258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I was very happy to be there!  I just failed a bit aiming the camera, I am a photographer you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj1-RlfoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gfL5xjjeVvo/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj1-RlfoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gfL5xjjeVvo/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519482228476051074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the event getting under way!  Everyone was dressed very well and everything looked glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj2fTp0MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/76LEn1KpJP0/s1600/Burberry%2BProrsum%2BArrivals%2BLFW%2BSpring%2BSummer%2BVwDYVlJc3bul+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkj2fTp0MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/76LEn1KpJP0/s400/Burberry%2BProrsum%2BArrivals%2BLFW%2BSpring%2BSummer%2BVwDYVlJc3bul+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519482237343092930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Sarah Jessica Parker arriving!  Background check?  Yup, that's me!  She looked great.  Other attendee's included Cat Deeley, Poppy Delevigne, Donna Air, Alex Watson, Serena Williams, Ana Wintour,  Aaron Paul, Alexa Chung, Douglas Booth, and don't forget George Craig, the rising star who somehow escaped credit in the posts I've been referencing.&lt;br /&gt;(Shame shame!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we cannot forget to mention the ever amazing Christopher Bailey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't have an update on the actual trends for womenswear in 2011 from Burberry, but I'll write a post as soon as I hear a bit more.  Gotta love Burberry Prorsum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3818775238139228841?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3818775238139228841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/burberry-prorsum-spring-2011-womens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3818775238139228841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3818775238139228841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/burberry-prorsum-spring-2011-womens.html' title='Burberry Prorsum Spring 2011 Womenswear Fashion Show at Chelsea College of Art &amp; Design - 21 September 2010'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJkjLe_SwbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/YKRGPI_jhuk/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6102321980735572245</id><published>2010-09-20T12:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:53:48.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Muybridge + Chelsea + Burberry = Three things that BLEW my mind yesterday and more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTmMej_XI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DiQdo_V36HU/s1600/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTmMej_XI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DiQdo_V36HU/s400/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519042152759557490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTlaHP-iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WMXqQjFUf2E/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTlaHP-iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WMXqQjFUf2E/s400/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519042139240004130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTlPLigZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9-uH47i75SQ/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTlPLigZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9-uH47i75SQ/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519042136305205650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of those days to remember, one of those times where things comes together and your mind just blows from the excitements of it all, and that is what it did, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off, I decided to go for a nice long long wall, starting at Covent Garden, making my way to Leicester Square, down to the BP Portrait Awards (absolutely brilliant!)  then down to Trafalgar square to see the Robot Installation by Clemens Weisshaar &amp;amp; Reed Kram (Picture 1)   People could send in their messages and the robots would write out the letters, allowing long-exposure cameras to capture the letters.  It was very crazy looking, because they robots seemed to have something of a life of their own.  They way they moved was very organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that bit of fun, I walked towards Big Ben, and then headed on to the Tate Britain where I went to the Eadweard Muybridge exhibit!  Ironically, I did a HUGE project on chronophotography in the Spring 2010, and a lot of my work came from studying him and his photography! He was the foundation for most of the project and I was really excited to get the chance (by chance!) to see this exhibit!  It was really really fantastic and it runs until Sunday 16 January 2011.  If you're in London you really must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next amazing thing about yesterday, was that the Tate Britain is literally the "fourth side" to my college, Chelsea College of Art &amp;amp; Design. There is a parade ground, and the tate is the open side.  I figured that I'd take a visit around Chelsea since I was right there, and enrollment was on Tuesday.  WELL.  I go out and I see a H.U.G.E. complex that they were in the process of tearing down.  And it was the BURBERRY CATWALK for London Fashion week 2010!  I have to say that honestly, Burberry is my absolute favorite, and has been since I was semi-conscious of the fashion world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/snapshot/2009/09/22/time-lapse-of-burberry-prorsum-venue-build/"&gt;Time lapse of Burberry Prorsum venue build&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/snapshot/2009/09/23/chelsea-last-night/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/snapshot/2009/09/23/chelsea-last-night/"&gt;Chelsea Last Night! - Burberry Prorsum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that day, I have the inspiration for my favorite work I've done thus far, Muybridge, followed by an up-close and personal encounter with my FAVORITE brand at my ART SCHOOL IN LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was just one of those days where all I could say was, "I am so grateful right now."  An absolutely glorious Sunday 19 September 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6102321980735572245?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6102321980735572245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/muybridge-chelsea-burberry-three-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6102321980735572245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6102321980735572245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/muybridge-chelsea-burberry-three-things.html' title='Muybridge + Chelsea + Burberry = Three things that BLEW my mind yesterday and more!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJeTmMej_XI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DiQdo_V36HU/s72-c/-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5817817870405854681</id><published>2010-09-15T21:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:41:09.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Penn State Photo Club/Society!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJGf2snz4II/AAAAAAAAAXk/64_k4t_r80o/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-15%2Bat%2B21.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJGf2snz4II/AAAAAAAAAXk/64_k4t_r80o/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-15%2Bat%2B21.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366780545458306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJF4cA067tI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ewsxeJOVk-w/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+21.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJF4cA067tI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ewsxeJOVk-w/s400/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+21.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517323441159204562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last full day in the USA and to close out my day I stopped by my buddies at the PSU photo club!  If you're interested in photography and a member of the State College community or Penn State Community this is a GREAT organization to be a part of because you get to do a lot of photography (as a hobby, or additional work in your major) and you meet fun kids.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday evenings at 8:30pm, we do a lot of fun stuff like critiques and printing among other things -- check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5817817870405854681?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5817817870405854681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/penn-state-photo-clubsociety.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5817817870405854681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5817817870405854681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/penn-state-photo-clubsociety.html' title='The Penn State Photo Club/Society!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJGf2snz4II/AAAAAAAAAXk/64_k4t_r80o/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-15%2Bat%2B21.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6497710521066041091</id><published>2010-09-13T02:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:27:22.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography Once more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TI3EODUh9rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/D7RRqhDZL-g/s1600/61289_471814595521_557520521_6623832_5714215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TI3EODUh9rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/D7RRqhDZL-g/s400/61289_471814595521_557520521_6623832_5714215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516280864287356594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another late night session of photographo up in here!  I ended up using my brown eye pencil to do my eyebrows and the crazy lines.  Oh well, off to the store to buy a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, how I learned to do my normal day-to-day and fancy makeup is from doing shoot likes these.  Just going darker and deeper and crazier and soon I figured out what to do!  My newest thing I'm learning is how to use a lip pencil... Yeah, any tips on that one?  haha, I'm quite terrible with it, but hopefully it'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm going into my second year of college, I gotta REALLY GET REAL about what I want to do in life.  Anyone want to offer me a job?  I'm a mover and a shaker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6497710521066041091?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6497710521066041091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/photography-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6497710521066041091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6497710521066041091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/photography-once-more.html' title='Photography Once more!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TI3EODUh9rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/D7RRqhDZL-g/s72-c/61289_471814595521_557520521_6623832_5714215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4193259482969586170</id><published>2010-09-09T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:58:10.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny #Quotes</title><content type='html'>"Oh my god, jus' because I can-no speak english very well, doesn't mean I'm stupid.  I mean, she make six sketches THIS BIG, is not like I'm blind, she think I'm retarded!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing quote from Project Runway. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4193259482969586170?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4193259482969586170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4193259482969586170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4193259482969586170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-quotes.html' title='Funny #Quotes'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8128615957384694213</id><published>2010-09-08T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:15:52.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Adverts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJnXLhf0J1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4NwuJy9_fM8/s1600/teamanadvert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJnXLhf0J1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4NwuJy9_fM8/s400/teamanadvert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519679411289597778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did an advert for my Mom's upcoming show, and the original advert design was on the left, the cute bling bling ring and all, however mom wanted a piece, so I added the show piece in place of my AMAZING little ring :(  I think it still looks nice, and it's her business!   Anyways, this is my latest bit of design, nothing special, just something to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visa was delivered to the UK consulate in New York at 9am today!  I can only hope and pray and PRAY that they approved it, and it is going to be on its way back to me in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm going to check on the application status RIGHT NOW...well, no info yet.  They're processing my info, apparently.  Oh goodness, I hope it got there today!  Well, we can only hope and pray!  See, there's a 2 week period after which you have your biometrics taken that you can apply for your visa.  My problem is that my current visa expired on  3 September, so I had to wait until THEN to ship it, because if it got to the consulate early, I was going to be denied my new one 'cause they can't cancel a current entry clearance... whew, that was a lot.  So the only problem with that was my 2 week grace period after having done my biometrics was over yesterday, 7th of September.  It was at the visa expeditions people on Friday, but MONDAY WAS A HOLIDAY (oops)  so they didn't even touch it until yesterday.  I called and the gentleman there assured me that there is a few days grace period, so I'm just going to have to hope that everything works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8128615957384694213?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8128615957384694213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/adverts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8128615957384694213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8128615957384694213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/adverts.html' title='Adverts'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TJnXLhf0J1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4NwuJy9_fM8/s72-c/teamanadvert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4894546687900481543</id><published>2010-09-07T01:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:45:22.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>From Penn State to University of the Arts London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIXMHELpgAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AvjhM7qZ6eQ/s1600/penn-state-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIXMHELpgAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AvjhM7qZ6eQ/s400/penn-state-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514037740538789890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIXMG4_Y6cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/U_FKNgrklR4/s1600/University+of+the+Arts+London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIXMG4_Y6cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/U_FKNgrklR4/s400/University+of+the+Arts+London.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514037737534581186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSU to UAL?  A big jump, a big change.  A new university, a new country, a new type of school, all in all a very awesome thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A native of State College (born at Mount Nittany Medical Centre) with a view of the stadium, I was forcibly destined to attend good 'ol state, as much as I loathed to do so.  I didn't hate PSU, it was more that it in itself was HOME.  My house is 1.5 miles from Beaver Stadium, which my bus drove past every day on my way to school.  I wasn't a fan of Penn State, I didn't fit in with the student culture.  It was just too much blue and white for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not necessarily your typical "American Teen"  I never ever went to parties where you drink out of red solo cups and you get drunk and make out with your neighbor at a slimy frat house on the saturday night after the football game.  I kept to myself, I did my work, and every weekend I was gone to an art show with my Mum, going to a design competition, conference or other thing.  It sounds posh, and I guess compared to some it is, but really it's not.  I was raised in an "art" culture and Penn State's drinking culture rubbed me raw thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my complaints PSU has an AMAZING graphic design program, and thanks to the economy the $50k a year Art Schools were just too expensive. (Considering I'd be at RISD for 5 years trying to make enough bank to cover my base $250k tuition expenses should I have gone there)  Despite strong grades and scores, and an even stronger portfolio, I was forced off to state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2009 I started Penn State University Park and I entered a depression swiftly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that knows my Mom was not ready to let me go, and so I was forced to bend to her will.  But my year at PSU wasn't spent moping or drinking my days away.  By the end of the year I was the President of a Penn State Club Sport (which we won an award for), A THON captain, I was in 400 level (senior) classes, I had a coveted job working as an IT consultant, and I had 24 card access to the Print Lab, Borland Building and VA building, all accomplishments that take students years to achieve.  I got there in about six months... as a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point came at the beginning of April. I met with the head of Integrative Arts, Bill Kelly, and I explain my concerns and my general unhappiness/worsening depression over my situation.  And to my surprise he advocated for my leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week found me at home, sitting on the couch late at night.  What started as a heart-to-heart with Mom turned into me sobbing hysterically on the couch while she listened.  I think the words I said were, "All I can think about is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'what the hell am I doing at this po-dunk little school when I worked so goddamned hard?&lt;/span&gt;'"  Not the most accurate representation of The Pennsylvania State University, but in my heart that's all I could feel and I was at my wits end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Mom said "OK" She was allowing me to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just remember sitting there, shocked.  The next problem was that my application, no matter where I applied was MONTHS late.  However I'm a mover, I was finally given permission to escape, and by god I was going to do EVERYTHING within my power to do it.  Within a week I had found the proper contacts, spent two-weeks without sleep putting together TWO separate portfolios to be packaged and sent off to the UK.  We decided that London was the right place.  New York wasn't right, RISD was too expensive, but London somehow just fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My applications went out and as of now I am a UAL student.  I will be starting Chelsea College of Art &amp;amp; Design doing my BA (Hons) Graphic Design Degree.  The best part is that BA degrees take 3 years in the UK (because there's no General Educations at Art school)  so I will graduate 2013 with the rest of my friends, I get to go to an AMAZING uni, and I get to live art and design all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is bring it on!  I can't wait to get back to london, back to my room, and back to where I'm meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4894546687900481543?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4894546687900481543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-penn-state-to-university-of-arts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4894546687900481543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4894546687900481543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-penn-state-to-university-of-arts.html' title='From Penn State to University of the Arts London'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIXMHELpgAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AvjhM7qZ6eQ/s72-c/penn-state-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3400810634052621066</id><published>2010-09-06T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:48:09.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>UAL's Student Union</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suarts.org"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIW0BEUY6-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/XFchS0ujJEw/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514011249217170402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say I was somewhat skeptical about the scope the &lt;a href="http://www.suarts.org"&gt;UAL students' Union &lt;/a&gt;offered, however after I did a lot more research I realized that they may not immediately come off as a well-organized flawless unit, they in fact are most definitely among the top run-by-students-for-students organizations I've seen in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home page for the student union is an eclectic mess of colour and information, however  they have a such a variety of sports, events, activities for students that the list goes on and on.  If you can't find it on their site, you can find the group on facebook! I'm going to be joining Hockey, Photo Society, and if time permits, I hope to join Fashion society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3400810634052621066?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3400810634052621066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/uals-student-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3400810634052621066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3400810634052621066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/uals-student-union.html' title='UAL&apos;s Student Union'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIW0BEUY6-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/XFchS0ujJEw/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-5107158138507577031</id><published>2010-09-05T00:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:40:39.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>The new chloealpert.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIMfLNd12mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Pnq23K5n4HY/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIMfLNd12mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Pnq23K5n4HY/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513284646285466210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I've found that I got bored with my current home page, so I redid my home page once more.  And this time, I think I really really hit it well.  It's got "high fashion" in the undertone, and it's all "British" considering I'm going to school in London!  How cool is that! I would love feedback!  &lt;a href="http://www.chloealpert.com/"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-5107158138507577031?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/5107158138507577031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-chloealpertcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5107158138507577031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/5107158138507577031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-chloealpertcom.html' title='The new chloealpert.com'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TIMfLNd12mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Pnq23K5n4HY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4720947627383997518</id><published>2010-09-01T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:43:36.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Current Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TH8dVsOAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ilFdv7FQaQY/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TH8dVsOAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ilFdv7FQaQY/s400/books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512156727409132418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some time to actually read and it's wonderful.  I've had some great reads and some not so great reads.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I've recently Finished &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolita"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolita"&gt; by Valdimir Nabikov &lt;/a&gt;and it was WONDERFUL, it is most certainly a book you MUST read before you die.  It's about a middle-aged scholar who becomes sexually obsessed with the 12-year-old daughter of his landlady.  It's a very intense look into the perspective of a pedophile, but it is eloquently written, having been published in 1955 in France. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another (not as good) book I've finished was a quick read that I happened upon by chance.  I was visiting a friend, and I had arrived at her house before she did, and by chance I found a novel on their front porch, so I set to reading it before they arrived home.  Naturally I was hooked enough that I needed to finish it, it was &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Peterson_Haddix"&gt;Escape from Memory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Peterson_Haddix"&gt; by Margaret Peterson Haddix.&lt;/a&gt;  I have to say I really wasn't impressed with it.  It was a simple teenage read, and it touched on some ideas that really could have been developed into an intense story line, but the author shorted the whole thing, kept it locked in the "young teen" genre and sort of took the easy way out with the overall story.  It's one of those books that really hooks you from the start, but continues to dry out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book I've currently set my sights to is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483"&gt;The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt;, I've only JUST started reading it, but so far (a few pages in) it seems fairly decent.  I haven't really gotten into the depth of it yet, but the forecast seems pretty good as far as the story is developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next book in my que is "Emotional Intelligence as IQ" I currently don't have the book, so I can't quite recall who the author is, but I'll post an update on it as well.  Happy Reading!  I would love your suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8290986883154858728-4720947627383997518?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4720947627383997518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/current-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4720947627383997518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4720947627383997518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/09/current-reading.html' title='Current Reading'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TH8dVsOAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ilFdv7FQaQY/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4263309291044020773</id><published>2010-08-30T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:36:24.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Brands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAHARI | COACH | BURBERRY | OLIVIA HARRIS | SHARON TEAMAN | CALVIN KLEIN&lt;br /&gt; LODIS | JONES NEW YORK | HOBO | PULICATI |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What with all of the brands?  A list of some brands heading back across the pond with me to be toted, strutted, worn and worked at clubs, events, meetings, classes, business meetings and more back in London. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh, eh?  Perhaps, but interestingly enough, I've never actually worn my fashion on my sleeve before.  I've been quite down-to-earth with my clothing, even a bit under dressed for the major part of my life.  Why is this?  Well, I've always understood fashion, I've always followed it for colour trends and styles, etc, but I just wore my shorts and t-shirts and ran around fine and dandy, and that was really enough for me. The sudden burst of fashion has been an embrace of the fact that I'm going to be in an industry where NAME is EVERYTHING, at a school KNOWN for FASHION, and that fact that I need to show who I am because like it or not, people judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fakes here either, fakes are an insult to industry and take away from all of the hard work designers put into their products. So, you're welcome, burberry, you too Lodis.  Hopefully one day you kids will be buying whatever I've designed.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8290986883154858728-4263309291044020773?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4263309291044020773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/brands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4263309291044020773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4263309291044020773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/brands.html' title='Brands'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7870507925212165128</id><published>2010-08-28T23:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:59:08.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Color/Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THnam1yv_zI/AAAAAAAAAWM/01kdfFK0Umk/s1600/Photo+672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THnam1yv_zI/AAAAAAAAAWM/01kdfFK0Umk/s400/Photo+672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510675979874336562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently for fall we're looking for plaids, and mens' ware for women.  And apparently hair trends are just below the shoulder with soft pull backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new haircut I've decided to see if I can play up my paleness (greaaaat) with some red lips, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, my visa paperwork is sitting in my car, ready for my last ministrations before being sent off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-7870507925212165128?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7870507925212165128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/colorcolour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7870507925212165128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7870507925212165128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/colorcolour.html' title='Color/Colour'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THnam1yv_zI/AAAAAAAAAWM/01kdfFK0Umk/s72-c/Photo+672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-6160159968545842515</id><published>2010-08-28T03:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T03:21:53.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Visa | Tuition | Flight | School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THi4L044A0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3kkcze84n4k/s1600/PicsForNewsletterJuly2005PARISInFlightMap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THi4L044A0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3kkcze84n4k/s400/PicsForNewsletterJuly2005PARISInFlightMap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510356657403069250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time I will be pleading my case to the UK consulate in New York City about letting me back into England.  AkA I would like to go back to school PLEASE.  I've got a fair bit of paperwork to get through, but at the conclusion of this I should be in great shape for all other things - considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get my passport back with the super especial visa plastered amongst its pages, I will be ready to list myself on the next flight across the pond from Philly back to Londres. Then I get to go to school. Woo. Schooool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary I'm quite pleased about autumn term being here, but I just can't wait at this point.  I would really like to skip a lot of the beginning stuff and jump right into the meat of the semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-6160159968545842515?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/6160159968545842515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/visa-tuition-flight-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6160159968545842515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/6160159968545842515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/visa-tuition-flight-school.html' title='Visa | Tuition | Flight | School'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THi4L044A0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3kkcze84n4k/s72-c/PicsForNewsletterJuly2005PARISInFlightMap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2229117634429793761</id><published>2010-08-27T03:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T03:38:31.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>The Hair Shoot | Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THdq0Fm9MTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A1ka6qJHp4M/s1600/_DSC1054-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THdq0Fm9MTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A1ka6qJHp4M/s400/_DSC1054-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509990112202404146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THdqt8rLt4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/mkA2gXUUmQc/s1600/smt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THdqt8rLt4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/mkA2gXUUmQc/s400/smt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509990006724999042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love love love LOVE the way hair photographs.  There is just something magical about light hair and if you light it just right, you get the most amazing highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the finished pictures from the shoot.  I have a lot of shots with eye contact and the camera, but I suddenly really like the lack of eye-contact because you focus on other things.  I'd really like to try this shoot with a model other than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2229117634429793761?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2229117634429793761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/hair-shoot-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2229117634429793761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2229117634429793761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/hair-shoot-continued.html' title='The Hair Shoot | Continued'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THdq0Fm9MTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A1ka6qJHp4M/s72-c/_DSC1054-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2530477897138209078</id><published>2010-08-25T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T03:34:00.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>End of my Summer Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THWcfy_e7FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/w8T0v1Dag0E/s1600/Home-Loan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THWcfy_e7FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/w8T0v1Dag0E/s400/Home-Loan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509481789235588178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back home from the UK to have something of a summer holiday before autumn term starts.  It's nice to have had a good break with my family, but now I'm going to be packing up and heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other great things is that I have family coming into town tomorrow for a visit, and yesterday I got my biometrics taken for my new UK visa so I can go back to school :)  Well, I need to go pack my belongings so I can jump in my car and head back to State College!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2530477897138209078?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2530477897138209078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-of-my-summer-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2530477897138209078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2530477897138209078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-of-my-summer-holiday.html' title='End of my Summer Holiday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THWcfy_e7FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/w8T0v1Dag0E/s72-c/Home-Loan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1762105751202241313</id><published>2010-08-24T01:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:03:13.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Working on the hair shoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THNdtOfm9iI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fji7W1AM64Q/s1600/_DSC1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THNdtOfm9iI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fji7W1AM64Q/s400/_DSC1197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508849800770418210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THNds6d2tMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7EBsA3vzFu0/s1600/smt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THNds6d2tMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7EBsA3vzFu0/s400/smt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508849795394352322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have this thing about photographing hair.  I just love the highlights and lowlights that make it just so beautiful.  So here is a shoot I did. The black and white photo is how it looks after I'm done editing, the colour one is how it looks right out of the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1762105751202241313?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1762105751202241313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-on-hair-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1762105751202241313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1762105751202241313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-on-hair-shoot.html' title='Working on the hair shoot!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THNdtOfm9iI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fji7W1AM64Q/s72-c/_DSC1197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-2057817069080120175</id><published>2010-08-23T04:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:51:51.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out - New Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THI2oXLabxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/alZgv2lKseY/s1600/brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THI2oXLabxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/alZgv2lKseY/s400/brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508525361272090386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a new haircut!  My mom's friend Debbie does the MOST AMAZING HAIRCUTS ever.  I honestly never have anyone do any better than her.  I have natural curls that are horrific to take care of and she just gave me a cut that makes my hair look perfect without doing anything!  This is with no products and right out of the shower.  She's amazing.  &lt;a href="http://gbiz.org/Ohio-Yellow-Pages/Salem/Columbiana-County/Bella-Salon-and-Spa/3303323552/index.htm"&gt;Check out Bella! Salon and Sp&lt;/a&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-2057817069080120175?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/2057817069080120175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-it-out-new-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2057817069080120175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/2057817069080120175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-it-out-new-hair.html' title='Check it out - New Hair!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/THI2oXLabxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/alZgv2lKseY/s72-c/brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8094586952309231284</id><published>2010-08-20T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:50:14.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Wedding Dresses from Papilio  - Marina Danilova 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p-W0AGaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yF0KES2ke5A/s1600/1044051259463844.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p-KAw0dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A9yj8M4MEo8/s1600/1044051259463973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p-KAw0dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A9yj8M4MEo8/s400/1044051259463973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507596648369410514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p96nrzXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6epl8sc30pM/s1600/1044051259463983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p96nrzXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6epl8sc30pM/s400/1044051259463983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507596644237692274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p9oC7WEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rvugMbyLT1U/s1600/1044051259464113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p9oC7WEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rvugMbyLT1U/s400/1044051259464113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507596639251683394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p9UoqG1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1BZyoHfPjgI/s1600/1044051259464349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p9UoqG1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1BZyoHfPjgI/s400/1044051259464349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507596634041228114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some amazing and fresh design from Marina Danilova.  This line really brings out the classical lace and late-18th century feel.  Here are some of my favorites.  &lt;a href="http://www.fashionserved.com/Gallery/Papilio-2010/356996"&gt;Click here to see more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8094586952309231284?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8094586952309231284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-wedding-dresses-from-papilio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8094586952309231284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8094586952309231284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-wedding-dresses-from-papilio.html' title='Beautiful Wedding Dresses from Papilio  - Marina Danilova 2010'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG7p-KAw0dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A9yj8M4MEo8/s72-c/1044051259463973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-446235721825926656</id><published>2010-08-20T03:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:58:04.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Yes, I shoot myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG40ETzL5gI/AAAAAAAAATc/ct_z9_0I3aA/s1600/Photo+655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG40ETzL5gI/AAAAAAAAATc/ct_z9_0I3aA/s400/Photo+655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507396642959779330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you know I do photography, and a lot of times I shoot myself-- for lack of a model.  And I've actually really grown to like it because I can just keep on going and going and not really care what my "model" thinks because it's me.  I know what I want on the camera and a lot of times I can get it to come through if I really keep on pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do I have any look-a-likes  out there?  If you think I look like someone, a celeb, let me know!  I've had Hilary swank, Emma Watson, and some other lady... err, I forget her name!  But yeah, I remember celebrity twin stuff and it's always fun to hear people's opinions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something fun that I really want to get is a remote.  All of my shots are done with my holding the camera somehow.  Yes, EXACTLY like people do myspace pictures, but I do my best to make them not like that! haha, I try to go for more of a fine-art 'wow that's really weird!' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG40Em6qvII/AAAAAAAAATk/J1dTzomHuLA/s1600/DSC_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG40Em6qvII/AAAAAAAAATk/J1dTzomHuLA/s400/DSC_1461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507396648091434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the note of photo shoots the pic to the right here is from a shoot I did last year.  It didn't really make the cut at the original edit session, but this time around I've decided that I actually really like it.  It looks good up-close, not so much from far away.  The hair seems a bit too unfocused for it to be a really super strong shot, but it's got that "somethin' somethin'" that makes me smile a bit.  What do you see in the pic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-446235721825926656?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/446235721825926656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-shoot-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/446235721825926656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/446235721825926656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-shoot-myself.html' title='Yes, I shoot myself'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG40ETzL5gI/AAAAAAAAATc/ct_z9_0I3aA/s72-c/Photo+655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8692239912371653983</id><published>2010-08-19T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:16:55.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>If you want to be big, you've got to get noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG3I2rNWAYI/AAAAAAAAATU/dZw612pqpec/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG3I2rNWAYI/AAAAAAAAATU/dZw612pqpec/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507278760981168514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a new plan in the works that is a stepping stone for more... hopefully.  When I googled "how to become famous"  one of the things I cam across said you've got to get noticed.  Frank Sinatra stood on a table and sang to a major music producer.  Well, since I'm not an actress, or singer, or fine artist, it's not like I can run around outside singing or dancing on tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other-hand, there is something that I've been thinking about doing, and I've decided 'what the hell, let's go for it.'  This is a project I'm not going to be discussing with ANYONE unless they've read this blog post.  This is one of those trial by fire things, and I want to see how far I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: in 2007 I developed a concept that I called my "True Beauty" series, in which I took a series of grotesque pictures that turned makeup into a gruesome horror show. So I did a bit more of it in 2010 and now I've decided what I'm going to do for an embarrassing attempt to 'get noticed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan:&lt;br /&gt;19-26 August - Finish Website Revamp/Create True Beauty Page/research&lt;br /&gt;28 August - 7 Sept create hand outs/either bus card size OR 1/4 page hand outs&lt;br /&gt;8-16 Sept - Get back to London&lt;br /&gt;17-22 Sept - Hand out pages during London Fall fashion week 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that: Hope for the best.  This sounds like such a stupid idea and I feel so self-conscious about it, but there's a part of me that KNOWS that I if I want to be something, I've got to do something.  Might as well be ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how about making people aware of how stupid makeup is during fashion week in london? Possibly ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8692239912371653983?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8692239912371653983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-want-to-be-big-youve-got-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8692239912371653983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8692239912371653983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-want-to-be-big-youve-got-to-get.html' title='If you want to be big, you&apos;ve got to get noticed'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TG3I2rNWAYI/AAAAAAAAATU/dZw612pqpec/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4522113351080472798</id><published>2010-08-17T18:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:59:38.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Strutting my Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsIVALQU-I/AAAAAAAAATM/zdFDZixxplk/s1600/Amex_platinum.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsIVALQU-I/AAAAAAAAATM/zdFDZixxplk/s400/Amex_platinum.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506504126308045794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsIU8QDBsI/AAAAAAAAATE/aibk9VPjB7A/s1600/burberry-logo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsIU8QDBsI/AAAAAAAAATE/aibk9VPjB7A/s400/burberry-logo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506504125254403778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is an American Express Platinum card holder, and often times when I'm going out to do my mom's errands, she'll give mer her platinum card and I'll be on my way.  So I'm a 19 year old running around with a Platinum card, oh boy.  On top of that, I've got my Olivia Harris Purse OR my Burberry purses, so I can run around in super style.  Even better is that I usually tote my money and plastic around in a coach wallet... while I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure what people make of me when they see the card, the designer brands, and my not-so designer wardrobe, but I get a secret sense of dirty satisfaction.  I'm such a horrible person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4522113351080472798?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4522113351080472798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/strutting-my-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4522113351080472798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4522113351080472798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/strutting-my-stuff.html' title='Strutting my Stuff'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsIVALQU-I/AAAAAAAAATM/zdFDZixxplk/s72-c/Amex_platinum.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-3584299363268286722</id><published>2010-08-17T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:42:49.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My first credit card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsCAG6u8sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9n28O6hTkOM/s1600/Venture-Card-Image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsCAG6u8sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9n28O6hTkOM/s400/Venture-Card-Image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506497170270778050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have my first credit card as of now, and we went with the capital one venture card because we get double miles AND we have no currency conversion fees, and since I'm going to be running around london for at least the next three years, it was the perfect match!  I can pay with my american bank account and save a lot of money in the long run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-3584299363268286722?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/3584299363268286722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-credit-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3584299363268286722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/3584299363268286722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-credit-card.html' title='My first credit card!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsCAG6u8sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9n28O6hTkOM/s72-c/Venture-Card-Image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8997069316741520007</id><published>2010-08-17T17:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:38:13.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Hunchback of Notre Dame really existed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsAv1KMFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DGVYjZm5rmA/s1600/A+1939+photo+of+Charles+Laughton+in+the+role+of+%2522The+Hunchback+of+Notre+Dame.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsAv1KMFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DGVYjZm5rmA/s400/A+1939+photo+of+Charles+Laughton+in+the+role+of+%2522The+Hunchback+of+Notre+Dame.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495791114229314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chance discovery in a Cornwall house appears to have revealed the real Hunchback of Notre Dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragic hero of Victor Hugo’s novel would seem to have been inspired by a French government sculptor hired to work on the 19th century restoration of the Parisian cathedral, as described in memoirs now belonging to the Tate Britain, the museum’s archivist told the Star on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memoirs, written by British sculptor Henry Sibson, who also worked on the cathedral, describe him applying for the job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here I met with a Mons. Trajan, a most worthy, fatherly and amiable man as ever existed – he was the carver under the Government sculptor whose name I forget as I had no intercourse with him, all that I know is that he was humpbacked and he did not like to mix with carvers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/books/article/848391--archivist-discovers-the-hunchback-of-notre-dame-really-existed"&gt;Click here to Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How interesting to see that something that went as far as a disney movie had legitimate foundations!  It really make you wonder what events in history have led to our modern stories and have impacts on our every-day lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PICTURE: &lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(21, 37, 57); line-height: 14px; "&gt;A 1939 photo of Charles Laughton in the role of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-8997069316741520007?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8997069316741520007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunchback-of-notre-dame-really-existed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8997069316741520007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8997069316741520007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunchback-of-notre-dame-really-existed.html' title='The Hunchback of Notre Dame really existed!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGsAv1KMFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DGVYjZm5rmA/s72-c/A+1939+photo+of+Charles+Laughton+in+the+role+of+%2522The+Hunchback+of+Notre+Dame.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-600251197429617936</id><published>2010-08-15T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:38:13.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Republicans Plan to Make Death Tax a 2010 Election Issue - Peter Roff (usnews.com)</title><content type='html'>When this goes into effect, I'm going to be very curious to see how people react when the find 45% of what they expected to come in.  It's all about the money, but for the people who have died, they have spent their whole lives paying taxes on that money, and working towards it.  And for the government to feel entitled to take 55% of it is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://politics.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2010/7/21/Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue.html?s_cid=rss:peter-roff:Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue"&gt;Republicans Plan to Make Death Tax a 2010 Election Issue - Peter Roff (usnews.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“If President Obama and the Democrats get their way, Washington could get over half of family estates, farms, and small businesses, a greater inheritance than the children of the deceased,” DeMint said in a release. Moreover, a dramatic increase in the death tax rate would have a negative impact on the U.S. economy. One econometric analysis conducted by former Congressional &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://politics.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2010/7/21/Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue.html?s_cid=rss:peter-roff:Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 84, 151) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:#005497;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 84, 151) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: relative;"&gt;Budget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 84, 151) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: relative;"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Director Douglas Holtz-Eakin and Stephen Entin, president of the Institute for the Research on the Economics of Taxation, found that the projected hike in the death tax to 55 percent could destroy as many as 500,000 American jobs even if the planned $1 million exemption for individuals and $2 million &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://politics.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2010/7/21/Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue.html?s_cid=rss:peter-roff:Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 84, 151) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:#005497;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 84, 151) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: relative;"&gt;exemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  for couples is maintained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-600251197429617936?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://politics.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2010/7/21/Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue.html?s_cid=rss:peter-roff:Republicans-Plan-to-Make-Death-Tax-a-2010-Election-Issue' title='Republicans Plan to Make Death Tax a 2010 Election Issue - Peter Roff (usnews.com)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/600251197429617936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/republicans-plan-to-make-death-tax-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/600251197429617936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/600251197429617936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/republicans-plan-to-make-death-tax-2010.html' title='Republicans Plan to Make Death Tax a 2010 Election Issue - Peter Roff (usnews.com)'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8172908771120259972</id><published>2010-08-15T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:37:32.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mount Gretna Pennsylvania - Home away from Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK-lJLeRI/AAAAAAAAASk/cdtg0smI5Bk/s1600/jiggershop_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK-lJLeRI/AAAAAAAAASk/cdtg0smI5Bk/s400/jiggershop_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505803352187566354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK-JZv-iI/AAAAAAAAASc/UVbD5RHtugU/s1600/histsoc_lg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK-JZv-iI/AAAAAAAAASc/UVbD5RHtugU/s400/histsoc_lg-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505803344740874786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK91H48NI/AAAAAAAAASU/r_aRyHIIfWo/s1600/hallphilos_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK91H48NI/AAAAAAAAASU/r_aRyHIIfWo/s400/hallphilos_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505803339297255634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I really aren't in the habit of going anywhere for vacations.  Since we make a living traveling, a vacation to us doesn't always involve more of it.  So the one place in the world that we really escape from it all is at Mount Gretna.  Years ago Mom bought an adorable cottage right next to [what is now] the historical society.  It is right on Pennsylvania Ave, which is the main street that runs through the small community.  There is a cute play house, a lake, a roller rink, an ice cream parlor, and more.  The best part is that it's quiet, and there are no phones ringing, no trips to the post office, and certainly NO studios.  However we do get our fill of art while we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,New Font,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:85%;color:#339933;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Both Gretna Theater and music at Gretna flourished, attracted government, foundation and corporate grants as well as new visitors and residents. Mt. Gretna became known in the region as a center for arts and culture and increasingly as a desirable place to live, especially for those who wanted to participate in its artistic activities, but also those who had discovered its other virtues during a visit to the Playhouse or the Art Show."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We love coming to Gretna every August for the Art Show.  And amazingly, we're NOT in it!  We did it once or twice, but this is supposed to be vacation.  What's great is we get to be on the outside for once, and our friends come to us!  At the end of the day, they can close up their booths and came say hi, so we now have the annual Gretna artist party.  It's really nice to see everyone and get a chance to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now starts my short but sweet "vacation" in our cottage in the mountains.  And art packed weekend, some partying, some friends, followed by a paperwork rush and then a plane ride back across the ocean to London to start Autumn term!  Yikes! How exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8290986883154858728-8172908771120259972?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8172908771120259972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/mount-gretna-pennsylvania-home-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8172908771120259972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8172908771120259972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/mount-gretna-pennsylvania-home-away.html' title='Mount Gretna Pennsylvania - Home away from Home'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGiK-lJLeRI/AAAAAAAAASk/cdtg0smI5Bk/s72-c/jiggershop_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-1978745666085302936</id><published>2010-08-14T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:37:45.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Taking Pictures With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnNtrHMFI/AAAAAAAAASM/CVOTAzwpj0k/s1600/41204_459170775521_557520521_6315882_459932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnNtrHMFI/AAAAAAAAASM/CVOTAzwpj0k/s400/41204_459170775521_557520521_6315882_459932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505130711059214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnNKDNvII/AAAAAAAAASE/uUUIi464jSQ/s1600/41094_459182265521_557520521_6316346_4343293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnNKDNvII/AAAAAAAAASE/uUUIi464jSQ/s400/41094_459182265521_557520521_6316346_4343293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505130701496630402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnMyMPDiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QD0rpPAMgtE/s1600/41036_459179375521_557520521_6316239_2075369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnMyMPDiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QD0rpPAMgtE/s400/41036_459179375521_557520521_6316239_2075369_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505130695092014626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnMv3ubaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HV-bfhwDYGA/s1600/40251_459172225521_557520521_6315899_7830797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnMv3ubaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HV-bfhwDYGA/s400/40251_459172225521_557520521_6315899_7830797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505130694469119394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had two of my best friends come over to the house for an impromptu shoot!  We had some fun, did a lot of silly stuff, some "serious"  stuff and just saw what we came up with.  Here are a couple of the pictures, I still have a lot to go through, but these are cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-1978745666085302936?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/1978745666085302936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-pictures-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1978745666085302936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/1978745666085302936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-pictures-with-friends.html' title='Taking Pictures With Friends'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGYnNtrHMFI/AAAAAAAAASM/CVOTAzwpj0k/s72-c/41204_459170775521_557520521_6315882_459932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-7347856665070855300</id><published>2010-08-12T03:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:37:39.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>New Website! For www.chloeandme.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGOe0w4meMI/AAAAAAAAARs/nPwULsQho8o/s1600/mockupchloeandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGOe0w4meMI/AAAAAAAAARs/nPwULsQho8o/s400/mockupchloeandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504417798889568450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum started this company years ago when I was very young, and now I'm working on a new home page, which will then transcend into a whole new website makeover once I get my head on straight.  So for now, here is a fantastic preview of the soon-to-be fantastic new home page for &lt;a href="http://www.chloeandme.com/"&gt;chloeandme.com&lt;/a&gt;!  We make hand-made botanical soaps, creams, and other body essentials without all of the harsh chemicals that hurt your skin.  Mum spent 10 years developing our golden extreme cream, and it can literally cure a sunburn in 24 hours, and I'm a pale-skinned blond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  This is the start.  The picture of the soap is NOT our soap, it's just a place-holder on the design.  &lt;a href="http://www.chloeandme.com"&gt;So check out our site for our actual soap!&lt;/a&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/8290986883154858728-7347856665070855300?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/7347856665070855300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-website-for-wwwchloeandmecom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7347856665070855300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/7347856665070855300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-website-for-wwwchloeandmecom.html' title='New Website! For www.chloeandme.com'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TGOe0w4meMI/AAAAAAAAARs/nPwULsQho8o/s72-c/mockupchloeandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-4995998614293742293</id><published>2010-08-06T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:37:32.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Emergency at Heathrow Airport - August 6th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFw7t4-vDnI/AAAAAAAAARk/iiy3D9cCNTg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFw7t4-vDnI/AAAAAAAAARk/iiy3D9cCNTg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502338504315571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to get from one terminal to the other, so I go down to take the transfer train. I FINALLY get down there, sit down, wait a moment, and then I hear an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY MESSAGE. LEAVE YOUR LUGGAGE AND EVACUATE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. THE LIFTS ARE CLOSED. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, LEAVE YOUR LUGGAGE AND EVACUATE..." etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I go back into the hallway area and I see people running, including all of the worker people, so I'm like "oh shit, they're actually not kidding" Because apparently the whole flashing lights, emergency announcements and alarms aren't enough to convince me that there's actually something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought my stuff with me and we had to go up the emergency exit stairs, which were 25 flights of steps to some alley along the airport. That's normally not TOO bad, but carrying all of your luggage... I don't want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thought I'd share, and also let you know that it wasn't me that attempted to blow up the airport or whatever actually happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-4995998614293742293?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/4995998614293742293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/emergency-at-heathrow-airport-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4995998614293742293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/4995998614293742293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/08/emergency-at-heathrow-airport-august.html' title='Emergency at Heathrow Airport - August 6th 2010'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFw7t4-vDnI/AAAAAAAAARk/iiy3D9cCNTg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-9213327669846574631</id><published>2010-07-30T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:17:38.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Very Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFL7HGvsOhI/AAAAAAAAARc/5e971NPKrMo/s1600/media_http9gagcomphot_ypqew.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFL7HGvsOhI/AAAAAAAAARc/5e971NPKrMo/s400/media_http9gagcomphot_ypqew.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499734194461096466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290986883154858728-9213327669846574631?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/9213327669846574631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/07/very-interesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9213327669846574631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/9213327669846574631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/07/very-interesting.html' title='Very Interesting'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFL7HGvsOhI/AAAAAAAAARc/5e971NPKrMo/s72-c/media_http9gagcomphot_ypqew.jpg.scaled500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290986883154858728.post-8534710602673251378</id><published>2010-07-30T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:04:09.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision has been made:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFLpgQJT9rI/AAAAAAAAARU/drT-WXCtVGM/s1600/Chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFLpgQJT9rI/AAAAAAAAARU/drT-WXCtVGM/s400/Chelsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499714835271906994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/showcase/virtual-tours/open_days/vt-ParadeGround-openday.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/showcase/virtual-tours/open_days/vt-ParadeGround-openday.htm"&gt;Take a virtual tour of the parade grounds of the school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelsea.arts.ac.uk/"&gt;Check out the Chelsea College of Art &amp;amp; Design Website&lt;/a&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/8290986883154858728-8534710602673251378?l=chloealpert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/feeds/8534710602673251378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/07/decision-has-been-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8534710602673251378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8290986883154858728/posts/default/8534710602673251378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloealpert.blogspot.com/2010/07/decision-has-been-made.html' title='The decision has been made:'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175775716054515133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TKBhGB3U_QI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wyvy8sGL1hQ/S220/chloe-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZoqrJEeGk/TFLpgQJT9rI/AAAAAAAAARU/drT-WXCtVGM/s72-c/Chelsea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
