<?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-7417759742245866856</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:05:44.374-06:00</updated><category term='allie'/><category term='biooography'/><category term='noah'/><category term='true love'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>You're so vain...you probably think this blog is about YOU.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-3491206689020006069</id><published>2007-12-26T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:23:32.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new year new blog</title><content type='html'>SOOoo it isn't the new year &lt;em&gt;quite &lt;/em&gt;yet, but i figured i'd switch it up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went. I got plenty of things I'd put on my list, but not what I wanted &lt;strong&gt;most of all &lt;/strong&gt;[see below post]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a phone call from &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;on Christmas though. Better than nothing right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R3MMbt6gOFI/AAAAAAAAADc/rNyzlofWaJg/s1600-h/kurthalsey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R3MMbt6gOFI/AAAAAAAAADc/rNyzlofWaJg/s200/kurthalsey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148472469335586898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to a Christmas party and we played Dirty Santa. C &amp; D got to take home The Clapper&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R3MKs96gOEI/AAAAAAAAADU/SpwNXbNnxFg/s1600-h/clapper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R3MKs96gOEI/AAAAAAAAADU/SpwNXbNnxFg/s200/clapper.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148470566665074754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traded a cheap &lt;em&gt;nasty &lt;/em&gt;bottle of wine for a voice changing toy. I'm a total kid at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for tonight: silly television [best commercials of 2007, real world, and newport harbor] then a little Nicholas Sparks reading and sleep. I've got work in the morning because some lame *&amp;%$# decided NOT to do his job, but still take this week off. :  ) I'm not bitter at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-3491206689020006069?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/3491206689020006069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=3491206689020006069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3491206689020006069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3491206689020006069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-new-blog.html' title='new year new blog'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R3MMbt6gOFI/AAAAAAAAADc/rNyzlofWaJg/s72-c/kurthalsey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-3370526610485712426</id><published>2007-12-18T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:58:02.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hrId6gOBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/arSal1o54Js/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hrId6gOBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/arSal1o54Js/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145480367483926546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hrCt6gOAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DJwL9bHYUpk/s1600-h/baby+mumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hrCt6gOAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DJwL9bHYUpk/s200/baby+mumble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145480268699678722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hq696gN_I/AAAAAAAAACs/Zp0L81aZVdU/s1600-h/paris+eiffel+tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hq696gN_I/AAAAAAAAACs/Zp0L81aZVdU/s200/paris+eiffel+tower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145480135555692530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hq0d6gN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/hLpkDYJp6E8/s1600-h/red+high+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hq0d6gN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/hLpkDYJp6E8/s200/red+high+heels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145480023886542818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hqs96gN9I/AAAAAAAAACc/jCtjs2a3AB8/s1600-h/nyc+times+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hqs96gN9I/AAAAAAAAACc/jCtjs2a3AB8/s200/nyc+times+square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145479895037523922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hqg96gN8I/AAAAAAAAACU/RbRnBj4dMKs/s1600-h/jesus+fish+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hqg96gN8I/AAAAAAAAACU/RbRnBj4dMKs/s200/jesus+fish+tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145479688879093698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd live w/out all of those things if i just had the ♥ of my life [Mr. GBC] back. I'd do &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;to have that boy in my life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-3370526610485712426?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/3370526610485712426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=3370526610485712426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3370526610485712426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3370526610485712426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas...'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R2hrId6gOBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/arSal1o54Js/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-4580663783783801324</id><published>2007-12-10T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:36:25.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>monday's should SOOoo be against the law</title><content type='html'>promissory estoppel, huh?&lt;br /&gt;i've been studying so much the last couple of days that i mixed up my abbreviations earlier and wrote Kontracts. Not, K, not contracts. But, Kontracts.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Starbucks yesterday morning, and while I was waiting for my chai to cool down enough for me to drink i perused Pottery Barn. The catalog is 10x better. I did fall in love w/ a Christmas ornament, 'cept it was $14. I couldn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13nSQIMBaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IWXBNxi52D4/s1600-h/potterybarn+snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13nSQIMBaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IWXBNxi52D4/s320/potterybarn+snowflake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520650279945634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new alvin &amp; the chipmunks movie?! the trailer is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13n9AIMBbI/AAAAAAAAACE/oIJ_oe3LXe4/s1600-h/alvin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13n9AIMBbI/AAAAAAAAACE/oIJ_oe3LXe4/s320/alvin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142521384719353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bff's brother is in the marines and is coming home from iraq this month; earlier than expected but he got a promotion and so he gets to go to sniper school now, instead of staying over in iraq until april. he only gets to come home for a week before he leaves to go to school but at least he won't be overseas. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 14 days until christmas, and 6 days until bff's birthday. gotta finish christmas shopping and pick up the rest of his present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13pNgIMBcI/AAAAAAAAACM/6x6bjlEPrGQ/s1600-h/gift.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13pNgIMBcI/AAAAAAAAACM/6x6bjlEPrGQ/s320/gift.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142522767698822594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break's over, back to distinguishing b/t offer and acceptance, consideration, and unjust enrichment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-4580663783783801324?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/4580663783783801324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=4580663783783801324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/4580663783783801324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/4580663783783801324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-should-soooo-be-against-law.html' title='monday&apos;s should SOOoo be against the law'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R13nSQIMBaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IWXBNxi52D4/s72-c/potterybarn+snowflake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-3990674516849523668</id><published>2007-11-28T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:07:52.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spotted: T extremely crammed busy with outlines, contracts, torts, res ipsa loquitur, unjust enrichment, battery, promissory estoppel, consideration....&lt;br /&gt;For the next two weeks she'll be so busy with studying that makeup will be rare, and her hair will ALWAYS be up in a messy ponytail; probably with mismatched clothes and tennis shoes. Little sleep, lots of studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R05WWr8qGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jje5NU2N-P8/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R05WWr8qGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jje5NU2N-P8/s320/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138139172630567410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news: only 1 week until her first law school final&lt;br /&gt;good news: only 2 weeks until winter break (aka, first semester of law school over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's ready for christmas shopping, sweater/scarf weather, and no homework, being able to catch up on her tv shows, and reading all the books she's bought that she hasn't be able to read. most of all, she wants to sleep. long long hours of sleep, and then wake up and take naps. long naps. hopefully, she won't get so stressed out, her ADD won't get outta control, and she won't flunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's already wrote her letter to santa, all she wants is a new pair of black mary jane heals, good grades on her final exams, and bryan back. santa should be able to pull through, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R05WAL8qGeI/AAAAAAAAABs/reBa5Hi35X8/s1600-h/santa+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R05WAL8qGeI/AAAAAAAAABs/reBa5Hi35X8/s320/santa+letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138138786083510754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also needs to stop talking in third person. &lt;br /&gt;wish her luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-3990674516849523668?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/3990674516849523668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=3990674516849523668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3990674516849523668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3990674516849523668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/11/spotted-t-extremely-crammed-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R05WWr8qGfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jje5NU2N-P8/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-5810331238987924749</id><published>2007-11-26T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:19:16.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i was here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0uYy78qGcI/AAAAAAAAABc/SCqinUDBvus/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0uYy78qGcI/AAAAAAAAABc/SCqinUDBvus/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137367800799173058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i'm stuck doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0uak78qGdI/AAAAAAAAABk/uZezGHgb580/s1600-h/law+school+study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0uak78qGdI/AAAAAAAAABk/uZezGHgb580/s320/law+school+study.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137369759304260050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. the look on Lauren's face when her and Audrina were talking about Spencer's sister (AKA, the She-Pratt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly show cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-5810331238987924749?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/5810331238987924749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=5810331238987924749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/5810331238987924749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/5810331238987924749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-i-was-here-instead-im-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0uYy78qGcI/AAAAAAAAABc/SCqinUDBvus/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-8910313925416683842</id><published>2007-11-19T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:58:10.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays are for losers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0JouL8qGbI/AAAAAAAAABU/aDQdbE_LAv0/s1600-h/kurthalsey9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0JouL8qGbI/AAAAAAAAABU/aDQdbE_LAv0/s320/kurthalsey9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134781667846265266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;just a quick one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a RWA assignment calling my name; that, or it's the bed/pillow/fluffy blanket. Does it &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School= crap. double crap. double dog dare crap. &lt;br /&gt;Only 24 more days until winter break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl is an official obsession. I once was against Mr. Chuck Bass, now he's a favorite; his scarf too.&lt;br /&gt;Also, October Road starts up again next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all holiday-like EVERYWHERE. I'm not complaining, but isn't it a little early? Or maybe I just never paid attention before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some ridiculous/silly amusement in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great times, someone has a lot of time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is unpredictable, which is actually, ironically very predictable. It's not odd for the heat/ac/heat/ac to come on several times throughout the day. I don't know what i'll do when "layering" is no longer a style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to write my rwa homework. blah. blabitteeee blah &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-8910313925416683842?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/8910313925416683842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=8910313925416683842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/8910313925416683842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/8910313925416683842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/11/mondays-are-for-losers.html' title='mondays are for losers...'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_83G3rQaFd7c/R0JouL8qGbI/AAAAAAAAABU/aDQdbE_LAv0/s72-c/kurthalsey9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-492172520159214921</id><published>2007-11-10T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:26:36.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-492172520159214921?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/492172520159214921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=492172520159214921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/492172520159214921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/492172520159214921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-still-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-8317263854798169738</id><published>2007-11-04T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:52:45.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween drama</title><content type='html'>i honestly don't mind taking my 10yr old sister trick-or-treating; i really don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT people! I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;her mother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even look my age, how in the heck do i look old enough to have a kid who's in the same generation as those little kiddies obsessed with hannah montana and high school musical! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, then i had someone ask if i had just gotten off work. (sans wearing id fake/photoshop id hospital badge and kiddie stethescope) no silly! it's halloween! i'm playing a doctor; u must be dressed up as an idiot! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-8317263854798169738?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/8317263854798169738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=8317263854798169738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/8317263854798169738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/8317263854798169738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-drama.html' title='halloween drama'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-7221329195976290936</id><published>2007-10-30T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:17:53.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music survey yea yea</title><content type='html'>Which bands/artist do you own the most albums by?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve either bought/borrowed/downloaded just about every Dashboard Confessional song and I have every Rascal Flatt album too; I’d say those are my 2 must-haves when new stuff comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Garth Brooks – “More Than A Memory”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;In my car? A mixed CD I burned at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite local band/group?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know any local bands; but I’m a big fan of Texas country…which I guess if I was in Texas; it would be local then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last show you attended?&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the greatest show you’ve ever been to?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Chesney, Pat Green, Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the crappiest show you've ever been to?&lt;br /&gt;IDK, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been to a concert I didn’t want to go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the most musically involved you have ever been?&lt;br /&gt;I own a guitar. I’ve been to a ton of concerts?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What show are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Lifehouse again, and I’m always up to see Dashboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite band shirt?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What musician would you like to hang out with for a day?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is one musician or group you wish would make a comeback?&lt;br /&gt;I wish Kelly Clarkson would have better luck than she’s had lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is one band/artist you've never seen live but always wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 of your favorite songs of all time?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t name my favorite of ALL time…but my current faves are:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Rascal Flatts – “Winner of a Losing Game”&lt;br /&gt;(2) Carrie Underwood – “You Won’t Find This”&lt;br /&gt;(3) Dashboard Confession – “Again I Go Unnoticed” &lt;br /&gt;(4) Sugarland – “Stay”&lt;br /&gt;(5) Goo Goo Dolls – “Iris”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 flawless albums:&lt;br /&gt;1. ANYTHING Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;2. ANYTHING Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;3. ANYTHING Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;4. ANYTHING (old) Pat Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many music related videos/DVDs do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many concerts/shows have you been to, total?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa…TOO many to count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have you seen the most live?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite movie soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;IDK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last musical "phase" before you wised up?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve stayed w/ the same music pretty much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your "guilty pleasure" that you hate to admit to liking?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anything?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What album have you purchased the most copies of?&lt;br /&gt;I only purchase 1 copy of a album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite musician?&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard. No question a/b it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-7221329195976290936?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/7221329195976290936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=7221329195976290936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/7221329195976290936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/7221329195976290936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-survey-yea-yea.html' title='music survey yea yea'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-3408435134793077994</id><published>2007-09-25T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:48:57.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>what i want</title><content type='html'>it seems pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to graduate law school, w/ a good job, or the potential for a really really great job; just an opportunity for a great job would be phenomenal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want a house, i'm not really picky; well, except i want it to be like the house in the notebook. at least on the outside, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, w/ a wrap-a-round porch downstairs and upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also would like a noah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, those of you who haven't seen the notebook, (which is insane for me to believe, b/c it's one of the greatest movie EVA!) may not know who noah is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not necessarily the looks. (i'll admit ryan gosling is pretty hot). &lt;br /&gt;it's his whole attitude and personality. &lt;br /&gt;he loved that girl. &lt;br /&gt;that's all i want, is a guy that can stand up, in front of everyone and as crazy as it may sound, tell the whole world he is in love with me. &lt;br /&gt;through everything. the fights, the drama, the pain-in-the-ass moments.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm moody, when i'm sad, when i'm happy, when i'm ___. &lt;br /&gt;he did the absolute most to prove to that girl that he loved her, even though he wasn't sure whether she still loved him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know. it's a movie based on a fictionial book. i get it, there's not a perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noah wasn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;he was a pain-in-the ass some of the time. those moments bring character to a relationship. i enjoy the fights, it makes the making up even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want a guy that will show me as much care, attention, effort as i show him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not saying i'm a perfect girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;(mostly b/c i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i can be pretty awesome. if i care about you enough, to spend my life with you, then i'm going to do whatever it takes to make you happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i just need to find a noah. shouldn't be too hard right? he's out there? right? somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;i can get over not having him tomorrow, or next week, or even a year from now; but if there was some way to know, that he was out there, it'd make my life (especially right now) easier to handle and deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b/c for the last three weeks, i've changed my mind a thousand times as to why someone would take away someone who i thought was my noah. whether he was, or is, or probably (more than likely) not...i just am still getting used to being allie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...without my noah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-3408435134793077994?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/3408435134793077994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=3408435134793077994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3408435134793077994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/3408435134793077994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-want.html' title='what i want'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-441824560184013308</id><published>2007-09-11T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:07:18.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facebook is no longer my friend. &lt;br /&gt;A week ago i found out i was single.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i wake up to find that your married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do enjoy getting slapped in the face first thing in the morning. It makes my day just SOooo wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-441824560184013308?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/441824560184013308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=441824560184013308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/441824560184013308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/441824560184013308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/09/facebook-is-no-longer-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417759742245866856.post-7218344758618806879</id><published>2007-08-01T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:26:35.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biooography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a first year (part-time) law student. I'm a typical Southern girl. I’m independent, but always enjoying having someone to lean on. Randomness is one of my worst habits. My ADD is contagious and I spend too much time making lists of things to do. My life is about to be consumed by school. Good thing I have the greatest support from my family and of course THE love of my life, Bryan. I'd describe him as perfect, but he does have a fascination for a certain baseball team with red birds that only a Atlanta Braves' lovin' girl like myself would have to pretend is just a stage he'll soon grow out of. I'm (almost) always in jeans and a t-shirt. Rainy days annoy me, and peanut butter is never cool. I'm not a morning person. My job is easier than I make it out to be. I am doing my best at "growing up," but I'll always be a kid at heart. I laugh too much and I always am up for watching sports. I go to Subway for the cookies, not the sandwich. My life is better when there's stress in it, but NOT drama. I sing out loud in the car and pretend I don't want to learn how to cook. Road trips are my specialty and I can never take enough pictures. Phase 10 and UNO are my area of expertise. I couldn’t be happier sitting on the beach with sand b/t my toes. A spontaneous 2AM trip to McDonald’s will always be remembered but the difference between meiosis and mitosis will not. I learned more about “life” in college than history. I like going grocery shopping. I’d rather go shopping at Target than some fancy department store. My desktop picture changes weekly, sometimes daily. I could spend all day in Bed, Bath and Beyond. Ice cream always makes things better. I don’t really wear jewelry. I wear flip-flops at least once a day. I really am blonde. I’m a horrible liar. I say my prayers before I go to sleep at night. I always ask too many questions. I pretend I don’t like it when my boyfriend tickles me, but I really do. I bite my nails, but only when I’m bored. I eat M&amp;M’s one color at a time, and I always save the blue for last. I can’t listen to Jack Johnson while I drive because it makes me sleepy. I always forget something when I pack for vacation. I have trouble saying the word ambulance. I don’t like eating breakfast for dinner. I still believe in Santa Clause. I actually want to be a soccer mom someday. I pretend to be realistic with things, but deep down I’m a hopeless romantic. Once I get a song stuck in my head I can’t stop singing it for weeks. I get frustrated when people can’t spell or pronounce my name right. I’m pretty predictable. I actually like doing homework. Life is not easy, but it’s quite the adventure. I strive for what seems like the impossible but always wind up getting what I want. Some people may call that being spoiled; I just call it being lucky. My family would do anything for me. They say you go to college to find your one true love, (which I did ☺) but I was fortunate enough to find my bridesmaids too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417759742245866856-7218344758618806879?l=trmcbroome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/feeds/7218344758618806879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7417759742245866856&amp;postID=7218344758618806879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/7218344758618806879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417759742245866856/posts/default/7218344758618806879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trmcbroome.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-first-year-part-time-law-student.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772515083711102813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
