<?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-3274230533727575854</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:48:17.093-08:00</updated><category term='opi teenage dream swatch'/><category term='nicolas restaurant'/><category term='family ties'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='me'/><category term='biffles'/><category term='boxers'/><category term='good eats'/><category term='bubs'/><category term='being a real grown up artist'/><category term='la carreta'/><category term='nail times'/><category term='the secret life of the american teenager'/><category term='the hotcake house'/><category term='portland'/><category term='revlon make mine mango swatch'/><category term='can&apos;t stop won&apos;t stop watching secret life'/><category term='website'/><category term='photos'/><category term='rescue beauty lounge recycle swatch'/><category term='kittensandskeletons'/><category term='recap'/><category term='zoya richelle swatch'/><title type='text'>hanarchy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-971133845488625061</id><published>2011-06-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:57:00.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revlon make mine mango swatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail times'/><title type='text'>nail times: revlon make mine mango (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58qZ-Uat1vg/TeEbEau50tI/AAAAAAAAALc/us1LSYoTUtg/s1600/May21_14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58qZ-Uat1vg/TeEbEau50tI/AAAAAAAAALc/us1LSYoTUtg/s1600/May21_14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dudes, it seems I'm unable to wear anything else on my toes! This color is just TOO PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-971133845488625061?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/971133845488625061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/06/nail-times-revlon-make-mine-mango-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/971133845488625061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/971133845488625061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/06/nail-times-revlon-make-mine-mango-again.html' title='nail times: revlon make mine mango (again)'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58qZ-Uat1vg/TeEbEau50tI/AAAAAAAAALc/us1LSYoTUtg/s72-c/May21_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-8165261585188023005</id><published>2011-05-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:06:00.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a real grown up artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><title type='text'>thesis update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDoisx5FtiA/TeEeaH99C9I/AAAAAAAAALs/p8NZnCcnxNE/s1600/0402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDoisx5FtiA/TeEeaH99C9I/AAAAAAAAALs/p8NZnCcnxNE/s640/0402.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proposed my thesis in April, and it was accepted without reservation! Presenting was SO stressful, but I did well and got a lot out of it, and I prepared really thoroughly so I know I'll be able to tackle my oral. PNCA got out for summer break recently, so I took a little breather from thinking about my thesis 24/7. I kept shooting, obviously.&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/-tkaqT9bA05M/TeEebftO0BI/AAAAAAAAALw/A9eoK04cUbs/s1600/0404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkaqT9bA05M/TeEebftO0BI/AAAAAAAAALw/A9eoK04cUbs/s640/0404.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26KCV82K2_0/TeEecXaMBXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OIcBYUnDais/s1600/0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26KCV82K2_0/TeEecXaMBXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OIcBYUnDais/s640/0413.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged a kickin' mentor at the very last minute, &lt;a href="http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/ImageArchives?by=2427463"&gt;Wayne Bund&lt;/a&gt;! So excited to work with him. As you can see the images are still roughly the same. While I was shooting these I was using an 18-75mm (or something like it) that got me really nice wide shots, but I had to hold it up pretty high over the food, to the extent that sometimes I wasn't able to look in the viewfinder while taking the picture. I've since switched back to my 24mm macro lens, and I think I'll probably use that until I'm done shooting.&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/-RkKsWC2t108/TeEedRFG7iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/63wYE1lC0qE/s1600/0426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkKsWC2t108/TeEedRFG7iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/63wYE1lC0qE/s640/0426.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/-_ElINgpAntQ/TeEeeaJKLcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/o9BbGoRoxaU/s1600/04082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ElINgpAntQ/TeEeeaJKLcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/o9BbGoRoxaU/s640/04082.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ4L57S34Nc/TeEefAT8mDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O-wqH0Q_xO4/s1600/04095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ4L57S34Nc/TeEefAT8mDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O-wqH0Q_xO4/s640/04095.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text also got a little larger, and I switched from a 5x7" format to a 4x5". Not really sure why, except my print teacher last semester, &lt;a href="http://www.workingstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paul Mullowney&lt;/a&gt;, mentioned it to me when I was talking about my thesis proposal, and I sort of fell in love with it. Haven't justified it conceptually yet! I'm also still thinking about installation. These last pictures are how I hung it for my final critique; experimenting with thumbtacks a little bit. My friend &lt;a href="http://maria-petra.com"&gt;Petra&lt;/a&gt; mentioned suspending them with fishing wire, and I'm getting interested in that idea, although I haven't tried it yet.&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/-0_-v7NjaAxM/TeEe5cuUn3I/AAAAAAAAAME/YsyHsjDMFXI/s1600/May10_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_-v7NjaAxM/TeEe5cuUn3I/AAAAAAAAAME/YsyHsjDMFXI/s640/May10_7.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/-WbOWb2SmzHM/TeEe6a2x4sI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZkFYFNFHTyQ/s1600/May10_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbOWb2SmzHM/TeEe6a2x4sI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZkFYFNFHTyQ/s640/May10_8.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/-hQOywcwbDpw/TeEe7CS_SRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8Kf0F0RD6Lo/s1600/May10_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQOywcwbDpw/TeEe7CS_SRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8Kf0F0RD6Lo/s640/May10_9.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! Still thinking about disclosure/exposure, but not sure how to work that into the final pieces. Still really happy with it formally! Just gotta nail down that installation and do a butt-ton of research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-8165261585188023005?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8165261585188023005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/thesis-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8165261585188023005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8165261585188023005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/thesis-update.html' title='thesis update'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDoisx5FtiA/TeEeaH99C9I/AAAAAAAAALs/p8NZnCcnxNE/s72-c/0402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-1214070401784294568</id><published>2011-05-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:58:00.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a real grown up artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>new website!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hannahosullivan.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hk2cH55YzJk/TeEb0i71PGI/AAAAAAAAALk/rkXVQ4YCCDk/s640/realsplash.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys! I had coffee with the awesome/inspirational (not to mention a fabulous artist) Petra yesterday and she got me inspired to work on my long-defunct website. After coming up with a new idea thanks to googling/looking at other artist's sites, I whipped this little bad boy up real quick with the help of Lightroom. I'm super pleased with it! Do go check out my website here: &lt;a href="http://hannahosullivan.com/"&gt;hannah o'sullivan dot com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-1214070401784294568?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1214070401784294568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/1214070401784294568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/1214070401784294568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-website.html' title='new website!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hk2cH55YzJk/TeEb0i71PGI/AAAAAAAAALk/rkXVQ4YCCDk/s72-c/realsplash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-2223875439243614830</id><published>2011-05-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:54:46.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hotcake house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>good eats: the (original) hotcake house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-RTPWSm0yI/TeEYh5mjeqI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB4WS2cOsrg/s1600/hotcakedip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-RTPWSm0yI/TeEYh5mjeqI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB4WS2cOsrg/s1600/hotcakedip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE 9th &amp;amp; Powell in Portland. It's kind of my spirit animal.&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/-sq33mNKSsTE/TeEYi0wEYbI/AAAAAAAAALI/R4DxUJ-A5IY/s1600/May20_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq33mNKSsTE/TeEYi0wEYbI/AAAAAAAAALI/R4DxUJ-A5IY/s1600/May20_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS get the hashbrowns; their hashbrowns are so good I don't eat them anywhere else. Always crispy and hot, the potatoes aren't too mushy, and they fry them with BUTTER. They ain't shy about the butter. I just got the plain ones 'cause I've been running a little short on dough. Their bacon is always good too; thick cut and cooked to a crisp, but never burned.&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/-wpuVstN6KzU/TeEYk-XoenI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MeTNt5zySW0/s1600/May20_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpuVstN6KzU/TeEYk-XoenI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MeTNt5zySW0/s1600/May20_5.JPG" /&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/-3--sehoLqCc/TeEYjyJoVuI/AAAAAAAAALM/X511Xl-HW0o/s1600/May20_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3--sehoLqCc/TeEYjyJoVuI/AAAAAAAAALM/X511Xl-HW0o/s1600/May20_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're open 24 hours, and for some reason or another we always end up there at like 4:30 in the afternoon, when it's completely empty but the BEST chef is working. (She has short hair, is a bit older, looks crabby when she's cooking but always smiles when she's talking.)&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/-pK8QrhJk1Oo/TeEYmqDbSKI/AAAAAAAAALY/J_02gZL2NDA/s1600/May20_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pK8QrhJk1Oo/TeEYmqDbSKI/AAAAAAAAALY/J_02gZL2NDA/s640/May20_7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max comes with me (it's our spot) and we play seafood. COOL MATURE VOTING/DRINKING AGE ADULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-2223875439243614830?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2223875439243614830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-eats-original-hotcake-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2223875439243614830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2223875439243614830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-eats-original-hotcake-house.html' title='good eats: the (original) hotcake house'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-RTPWSm0yI/TeEYh5mjeqI/AAAAAAAAALE/qB4WS2cOsrg/s72-c/hotcakedip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-3302949605168764470</id><published>2011-05-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:39:25.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittensandskeletons'/><title type='text'>southeast flavel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDmA0E45dBs/TcVj9SrF6TI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MksVhvfmd6w/s1600/May01_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDmA0E45dBs/TcVj9SrF6TI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MksVhvfmd6w/s640/May01_1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of my ladiez Emily (aka &lt;a href="http://kittensandskeletons.tumblr.com/"&gt;kittensandskeletons&lt;/a&gt;) went to the park for a li'l picnic, but the grass was wet. So we chilled on the asphalt behind the dumpsters. Real talk.&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/-EQYu0EC0KCg/TcVj-rqUePI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-0anxi8YaIM/s1600/May01_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQYu0EC0KCg/TcVj-rqUePI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-0anxi8YaIM/s640/May01_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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuU9jYjHlqU/TcVj_goMAZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EBdFv-x3f_U/s1600/May01_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuU9jYjHlqU/TcVj_goMAZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EBdFv-x3f_U/s640/May01_3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is from my perspective (I turned it over but I like it better upside down??) and then Emily got one of me chillin' on the monkey bars. Growing up SUX. I remember when I used to be able to do monkey bars, and now I have literally no upper body strength. Being a lady!!!&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/--WSr2_iwb6s/TcVkAjEMZkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xy7t6mnk1yg/s1600/May01_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WSr2_iwb6s/TcVkAjEMZkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xy7t6mnk1yg/s640/May01_4.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/-kjkm3CfU5eY/TcVk1URMTyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ekEoCuPvic/s1600/May01_1-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjkm3CfU5eY/TcVk1URMTyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ekEoCuPvic/s1600/May01_1-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-3302949605168764470?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3302949605168764470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/southeast-flavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3302949605168764470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3302949605168764470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/southeast-flavel.html' title='southeast flavel'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDmA0E45dBs/TcVj9SrF6TI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MksVhvfmd6w/s72-c/May01_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-5388675720349514060</id><published>2011-05-10T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:39:02.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>reggie update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZzDqcgwcGo/TcVjSGN-Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KUROY1JcEjY/s1600/May02_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZzDqcgwcGo/TcVjSGN-Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KUROY1JcEjY/s1600/May02_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL HAPPY AND ADORABLE. I never have any pictures of the brown dog because she literally can't stay still long enough for me to get a decent picture of her face.&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/-KthmZ0j5p0Q/TcVjRe0XzNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2H2Gdp_rNsU/s1600/May02_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KthmZ0j5p0Q/TcVjRe0XzNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2H2Gdp_rNsU/s640/May02_9.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/-cP5_VZYyqqM/TcVjQurReQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/610Lkui4Jyw/s1600/May02_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP5_VZYyqqM/TcVjQurReQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/610Lkui4Jyw/s1600/May02_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THOSE EYELASHES AND HIS LITTLE TONGUE AAAHH I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-5388675720349514060?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5388675720349514060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/reggie-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/5388675720349514060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/5388675720349514060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/reggie-update.html' title='reggie update'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZzDqcgwcGo/TcVjSGN-Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KUROY1JcEjY/s72-c/May02_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-1898639307949658652</id><published>2011-05-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:39:00.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoya richelle swatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revlon make mine mango swatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail times'/><title type='text'>nail times: revlon make mine mango &amp; zoya richelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VP9o3N2T-2k/TcVnwMW4NZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FGmAjTgREIA/s1600/April28_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VP9o3N2T-2k/TcVnwMW4NZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FGmAjTgREIA/s1600/April28_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Blackberry manicure; I'm really into mixing nail polish colors, but I'm having a bit of trouble getting the nails and the colors right. Loved this one so much I wore it a WEEK, which is an eon for me. Revlon Make Mine Mango on most fingers, with Zoya Richelle on my thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-1898639307949658652?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1898639307949658652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nail-times-revlon-make-mine-mango-zoya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/1898639307949658652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/1898639307949658652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nail-times-revlon-make-mine-mango-zoya.html' title='nail times: revlon make mine mango &amp; zoya richelle'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VP9o3N2T-2k/TcVnwMW4NZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FGmAjTgREIA/s72-c/April28_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-6771766305181621092</id><published>2011-05-07T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:09:05.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><title type='text'>rebecca's prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU7Fdr1FY50/TcVcWBMWIzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PhfdIn5DZ7Q/s1600/April30_1-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU7Fdr1FY50/TcVcWBMWIzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PhfdIn5DZ7Q/s1600/April30_1-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took some pre-prom shots for my step sister. SO stoked on how these came out.&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/-ilPlg49s3bU/TcVcX9ZhPsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XUsArnNlnMs/s1600/April30_2-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilPlg49s3bU/TcVcX9ZhPsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XUsArnNlnMs/s1600/April30_2-2.JPG" /&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/-NpwjoUEt_Wo/TcVciCZcmSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AmBxSeYpsyo/s1600/dip1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpwjoUEt_Wo/TcVciCZcmSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AmBxSeYpsyo/s1600/dip1.jpg" /&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/-PDmg_mZObII/TcVcY2teI5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iHqn7XvkLKw/s1600/April30_3-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDmg_mZObII/TcVcY2teI5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iHqn7XvkLKw/s1600/April30_3-2.JPG" /&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/-w09t0ZdgbBI/TcVcairvxFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1oLSHN3d32w/s1600/April30_4-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w09t0ZdgbBI/TcVcairvxFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1oLSHN3d32w/s1600/April30_4-2.JPG" /&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/-dITystAYrmI/TcVcbnKbVXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k74l_GugPKQ/s1600/April30_6-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dITystAYrmI/TcVcbnKbVXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k74l_GugPKQ/s1600/April30_6-2.JPG" /&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/-jLXUcMUrz2s/TcVf5fI-P0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KSVyPA-O3Xg/s1600/dip4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLXUcMUrz2s/TcVf5fI-P0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KSVyPA-O3Xg/s640/dip4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kind of enchanted by this traditional prom-gathering, since I struggled hard against it when I was in high school. My senior prom was on a Friday, and I didn't skip school, did my own hair/makeup, and my boyfriend and I took the bus there.&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/-t18W30n7xs0/TcVckyc2CDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/E8JlgzY1-1Y/s1600/dip3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t18W30n7xs0/TcVckyc2CDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/E8JlgzY1-1Y/s1600/dip3.jpg" /&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/-7w8HzgqQ0mg/TcVceh70I3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2b67ESoyzvI/s1600/April30_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w8HzgqQ0mg/TcVceh70I3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2b67ESoyzvI/s1600/April30_9.JPG" /&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/-Pmz6LS9XfXA/TcVcgDFkWtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wjVVTohhQqc/s1600/April30_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pmz6LS9XfXA/TcVcgDFkWtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wjVVTohhQqc/s1600/April30_10.JPG" /&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/-9hkem_o-k7k/TcVcg3g_MWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0euiQB3vLlk/s1600/April30_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hkem_o-k7k/TcVcg3g_MWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0euiQB3vLlk/s1600/April30_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE this shot. It's like her jaw unhinged but in an AWESOME way.&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/-pIDJmBg5T8w/TcVcjs6j2YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FDbTkECnUR4/s1600/dip2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIDJmBg5T8w/TcVcjs6j2YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FDbTkECnUR4/s1600/dip2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-6771766305181621092?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6771766305181621092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/rebeccas-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6771766305181621092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6771766305181621092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/05/rebeccas-prom.html' title='rebecca&apos;s prom'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU7Fdr1FY50/TcVcWBMWIzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PhfdIn5DZ7Q/s72-c/April30_1-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-8829095988293292071</id><published>2011-04-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:57.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicolas restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>good eats: nicolas restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v00-_tZ9QD4/TbCiLund9LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qd1vq2Tk33w/s1600/April19_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v00-_tZ9QD4/TbCiLund9LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qd1vq2Tk33w/s1600/April19_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the all-time best Portland spots. SE Grand and Stark-ish. I never eat Lebanese anywhere else because it's SO GOOD and SO AFFORABLE. With vegan options! And piping hot pita brought to your table when you sit down!&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/-Z5lwWxPs-vU/TbCiJz94wzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/poPUWNNts4k/s1600/April19_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5lwWxPs-vU/TbCiJz94wzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/poPUWNNts4k/s1600/April19_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a shawarma combo. For around $10 (what up Golden Corral), it gets you a fat plate of humus, a good little side-salad, and a BIG pita with your choice of meat and more salad wrapped up in it. I never finish the sandwich or the humus, so it's like two meals. TWO MEALS for $10, y'all. Can't beat it.&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/-ShEFpyLqVMI/TbCiIvEUblI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wHOe1iOjJa4/s1600/April19_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShEFpyLqVMI/TbCiIvEUblI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wHOe1iOjJa4/s1600/April19_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ex-pat Portlander that I know weeps when I mention Nicolas anywhere. Suckers! Why would you EVER move somewhere with no Nicolas! (as an aside, this is my current favorite pix of Evie)&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/-vWh8ZJX8Pmg/TbCiKqXSEgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S5DZRcIK-bo/s1600/April19_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWh8ZJX8Pmg/TbCiKqXSEgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S5DZRcIK-bo/s1600/April19_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get it (still sad), but the baklava is so amazing. Baklava in general makes me the happiest of campers. All of the best in the world: honey, phyllo dough, and nuts UM YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. The turkish coffee is wonderful too, although I did manage to get it all over myself/my camera last time I was there, so consider yourself warned.&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/-qQLkXTA2q1A/TbCiMX-ZG0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Bx1SxbBaEM/s1600/April19_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQLkXTA2q1A/TbCiMX-ZG0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Bx1SxbBaEM/s1600/April19_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicholasrestaurant.com/"&gt;Nicolas&lt;/a&gt; is usually CRAZY busy on evenings at the weekend, so go a smidge early or on a weekday. We went at 6:30 or so on a Tuesday and there was no wait at all. I mean it's COMPLETELY worth the wait though - I've waited up to 30 minutes for a table, which is pretty beyond me considering how much fast food I eat. You can stare pitifully through the window at the fat steaming pita breads to whet your appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-8829095988293292071?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8829095988293292071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eats-nicolas-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8829095988293292071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8829095988293292071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eats-nicolas-restaurant.html' title='good eats: nicolas restaurant'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v00-_tZ9QD4/TbCiLund9LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qd1vq2Tk33w/s72-c/April19_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-6894151163857797592</id><published>2011-04-18T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:45:51.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>hairscut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYsta8EMVI/TazMHmmPEsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hJLMpl9100Y/s1600/April18_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYsta8EMVI/TazMHmmPEsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hJLMpl9100Y/s640/April18_3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah, that's better. I tried the long hair thing for a couple years and it's just not my bag. I always had short hair as a kid, so I never developed good habits and so it feels like A Lot Of Extra Pointless Effort to brush it or blow-dry it or do anything much besides wash it. The long hair was all wrong anyway; I just feel much more like *me* with short hair. Like now that I did it, I have no idea why I put up anything else as long as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes I did shoot this in my bathroom be quiet, it has wonderful light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-6894151163857797592?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6894151163857797592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hairscut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6894151163857797592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6894151163857797592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hairscut.html' title='hairscut'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYsta8EMVI/TazMHmmPEsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hJLMpl9100Y/s72-c/April18_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-2721547230739523573</id><published>2011-04-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:35:11.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>good eats: homemade chicken &amp; apple pie</title><content type='html'>Nothing too special... just dinner with my gramma c: The sun was setting, and the light in her west-facing living room was GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JAljJmf5_c/TazJTnTRChI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bwp81Ty1f1M/s1600/April11_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JAljJmf5_c/TazJTnTRChI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bwp81Ty1f1M/s640/April11_4.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/-lDUzlsp3_Kg/TazJUfnQYdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/urtGOE3-K94/s1600/April11_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDUzlsp3_Kg/TazJUfnQYdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/urtGOE3-K94/s640/April11_5.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/-hRiVkP78a3A/TazJU3XhNuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVfYxKk2abc/s1600/April11_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRiVkP78a3A/TazJU3XhNuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVfYxKk2abc/s640/April11_6.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1VysT0rBaE/TazJVnGf3WI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YQWrQSlp26Q/s1600/April11_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1VysT0rBaE/TazJVnGf3WI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YQWrQSlp26Q/s640/April11_9.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/-yHaCOnXzKXw/TazJWHMXwqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6lf2Q6I6hDU/s1600/April11_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHaCOnXzKXw/TazJWHMXwqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6lf2Q6I6hDU/s640/April11_10.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-2721547230739523573?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2721547230739523573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eats-homemade-chicken-apple-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2721547230739523573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2721547230739523573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eats-homemade-chicken-apple-pie.html' title='good eats: homemade chicken &amp; apple pie'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JAljJmf5_c/TazJTnTRChI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bwp81Ty1f1M/s72-c/April11_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-6661788585978545236</id><published>2011-04-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:20:42.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret life of the american teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t stop won&apos;t stop watching secret life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><title type='text'>secret life recap: guess who's coming to dinner</title><content type='html'>Previously on The Secret Life of the American Teenager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and Ben are gonna get engaged. Hasn't happened yet, but it's a given. Grace is having an STD test, but no one really cares much about the results because we all know she's gonna fuck Grant regardless. Amy and Ricky wanna do it SO SO BAD, and Amy can't stop telling her dad aaaalll about it. The girl who plays Ashley is awful, but she has amazing hair. Ricky's birth mom is in town and staying with him and he ain't cool with it, so he asked his foster parents (who he considers his real parents) to take her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKYGdrxbt6Q/Tah1SMqn6cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UeHe1xYSAFY/s1600/ep3-noramargaret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKYGdrxbt6Q/Tah1SMqn6cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UeHe1xYSAFY/s640/ep3-noramargaret.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora &amp;amp; Margaret (Ricky's foster mom) meet. So can we talk about this weirdness about who Ricky calls Mom??? Have none of these people heard of the term "birth mom"? Not that I have a problem with him referring to both of them as Mom, because whatever, who cares, but there's all this totally needless ANGST about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margaret:&lt;/b&gt; No, I didn't know you had allergies, because you seem to have the immune system of a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; An insult like that would be seen as a come on in the big house, sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GODDDD NORA IS GAY THIS IS GOING TO BE A DEAL GODDD&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/-q9dscKvrvIk/Tah0jzxt19I/AAAAAAAAAHo/V-hVTsUmAw4/s1600/ep3-benricky%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9dscKvrvIk/Tah0jzxt19I/AAAAAAAAAHo/V-hVTsUmAw4/s640/ep3-benricky%255D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faces when they figure it out. ("It means... your mom is a lesbian??") I mean this would be funnier if that wasn't Ben's face 90% of the time. Ricky angsts about it of COURSE, but eventually is actually really cool about it, and their conversation is sort of adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know what else to say... except that I'm gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; I wish youd've told me before you told other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry, I just didn't wanna tell you... I mean people, other people know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; Are you sure you're gay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; Uh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; All right, you're gay, whatever. Who's your girlfriend? I wanna meet your girlfriend :) Is she your girlfriend or is she more than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; No, she's my girlfriend :)&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/-QBNLsrA1Pn4/Tah1SSAfbhI/AAAAAAAAAII/RtoUP0EjOAU/s1600/ep3-ricky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBNLsrA1Pn4/Tah1SSAfbhI/AAAAAAAAAII/RtoUP0EjOAU/s640/ep3-ricky.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is just being so proactive with her sexuality you guys. I couldn't even transcribe the conversation she had with George, it was too awful, all like I AM REALLY GONNA HAVE SEX, OKAY, and he's like I REALLY DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE SEX and she's like SEX SEX SEX and he's like SEX SEX SEXXXXXXX&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/-Qn3WNV6I08k/Tah0jl4sHsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bmZ3w3NuCFs/s1600/ep3-amy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3WNV6I08k/Tah0jl4sHsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bmZ3w3NuCFs/s640/ep3-amy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; Teen pregnancy joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; Teen-who-won't-have-sex-after-being-pregnant joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; Ah. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is tryin'a get mom/EVERYONE to do her dang biology project, and the actress who plays her is still terrible, even in the context of this show, where the ONLY REMOTELY DECENT PLAYERS are the girl who plays Grace and Jennifer Coolidge and MAYBE the dude who plays George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; This is on ecosystems. This is planet Earth and this is a picture of my world, a microsystem of the larger planetary sytem. And when you put another life into a shaky ecosystem, where people are fighting for food and water and attention, the system becomes vulenrable. And when there are too many lives added to an already vulnerable sustem, the system collapses. After the world collapses, the survivors start over again, sometimes reproducing with other species.&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/-Gp1g9f8KVOU/Tah0jxmspvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CuM21uIgtjU/s1600/ep3-amy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp1g9f8KVOU/Tah0jxmspvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CuM21uIgtjU/s640/ep3-amy2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we talk about this for a minute? Ashley is acting out y'all, and pretty much nobody cares. She's exhibiting some CONFUSING ass cries for attention and everyone's just like HOMESCHOOLING, ALSO YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS, YOU'RE WEEEIRD, like christ, what a shitty family, no wonder she's so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley: &lt;/b&gt;I'M SICK OF MY WHOLE LIFE BEING RUINED BECAUSE PEOPLE KEEP HAVING BABIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackin' on the Grace front. No Grant at all this episode. Poop. We do get this nice scene with Grace &amp;amp; Adrian where they have a conversation about sex/boys, and it ALMOST sounds like a real conversation real girls would have. There are flickers where they're laughing and it's vaguely believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; You're not gonna have... sex... with Ben, though, are you?&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/-rJS8mVJywS8/Tah0jZnVC_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NkMJ_kPCksk/s1600/ep3-adrian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJS8mVJywS8/Tah0jZnVC_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/NkMJ_kPCksk/s640/ep3-adrian.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; And if you have any doubts [about having sex with Grant], don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; And if YOU have any doubts, just don't do it. Don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; And what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; You know what that means. Don't get married to Ben just because you're pregnant and you like all the nice things he does for you and the baby. You have to really love him to marry him, Adrian, if you don't it's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; Well he hasn't asked me, and he may never ask me, so I don't have to decide that, do I.&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/-GMccFjlYV7g/Tah1R_i-6gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RDP7LnVZWU4/s1600/ep3-grace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GMccFjlYV7g/Tah1R_i-6gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RDP7LnVZWU4/s640/ep3-grace.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Adrian. Even GRACE knows what's up. Can we please have cool spicy Latina Adrian back please :( :( Ben is taking Adrian out to Papi's Tacos. I really hope a Papi's Tacos exists somewhere because I really love the name, and Adrian manages to say it like 80000 times. Papi's Tacos Papi's Tacos I want Papi's Tacos!!! The repetition on this show is just weird and sounds totally unnatural, I'm not sure why they insist on it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; You know who loves Papi's Tacos more than I do? Ben. He LOOOOVES tacos. That's his favorite place. Papi's.&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/-DxG7UkC5KaY/Tah0jTV1cfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WRwk8n0UlGY/s1600/ep3-adrian2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxG7UkC5KaY/Tah0jTV1cfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WRwk8n0UlGY/s640/ep3-adrian2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruben:&lt;/b&gt; Do you love him, Adrian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I thiiiiink... so? Yeah, yeah, he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been running around getting everyone's (no one's) approval. Ruben is GUNG FUCKING HO about the wedding, especially it being before the baby comes because DUH unmarried women having babies is the MOST SHAMEFUL. Leo thinks it should be a year after the baby comes (so smart), and from what I can tell, Betty doesn't think they should get married at all - she pretends to, and definitely doesn't try to hide it.&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/-SEBLDUwhtyA/Tah14tZilXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NFdK4M-Xn3c/s1600/ep3-betty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEBLDUwhtyA/Tah14tZilXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NFdK4M-Xn3c/s640/ep3-betty.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betty: &lt;/b&gt;You know, Ben, when really people love each other, they lie for each other. And one day, when you're married, you'll lie for Adrian, and she'll lie for you. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER COOLIDGE YOU ARE TOO WONDERFUL FOR THIS SHOW. I hope they're paying you well gurl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's mom, who was VERY against the marriage (and against Adrian having the baby to the point that she was DOWN for an abortion, and basically the only bastion of cool on this show left) is now totally fine with it.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you.. mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian's mom:&lt;/b&gt; *hugs* Ben you are a charmer and Adrian is a very lucky girl. Except, of course, she got pregnant when she didn't really wanna get pregnant... but anyway, she's lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruben:&lt;/b&gt; Welcome to the family, SON.&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/-J95qvxXH5SM/Tah1SU6nMQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PRtH6MF6kNg/s1600/ep3-shesaidyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J95qvxXH5SM/Tah1SU6nMQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PRtH6MF6kNg/s640/ep3-shesaidyes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; I love you Ben. Wait, I think you said you love me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; I love you too! :OO she's moving! She's moving right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD HOPE THIS HAD BEEN WELL-ESTABLISHED PRE-PROPOSAL BUT I GUESS NOT, ARRRRRRGHHH THIS SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week for the wedding :| I hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-6661788585978545236?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6661788585978545236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/secret-life-recap-guess-whos-coming-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6661788585978545236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/6661788585978545236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/secret-life-recap-guess-whos-coming-to.html' title='secret life recap: guess who&apos;s coming to dinner'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKYGdrxbt6Q/Tah1SMqn6cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UeHe1xYSAFY/s72-c/ep3-noramargaret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-319480396627160296</id><published>2011-04-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:22:00.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>bubs on a normal day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQU-53vLL6s/TZ9Ec9IBX9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lBU9Ir6bro/s1600/April08_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQU-53vLL6s/TZ9Ec9IBX9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lBU9Ir6bro/s640/April08_7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick shot of Reggie, overexcited and antsy because I went downstairs. Being a dog must be STRESSFUL. Ours freak out at almost everything - someone walking in the door, someone getting an ice cube out of the freezer, someone paying attention to the other dog, someone looking at them funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-319480396627160296?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/319480396627160296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/bubs-on-normal-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/319480396627160296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/319480396627160296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/bubs-on-normal-day.html' title='bubs on a normal day'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQU-53vLL6s/TZ9Ec9IBX9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lBU9Ir6bro/s72-c/April08_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-8539158519760311409</id><published>2011-04-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:16:00.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue beauty lounge recycle swatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail times'/><title type='text'>nail times: rescue beauty lounge recycle w/union jacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebfIY9di-gc/TZ9C_FUvvwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OLTgaKq2AkI/s1600/April06_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebfIY9di-gc/TZ9C_FUvvwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OLTgaKq2AkI/s640/April06_3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nail party a few days ago with a couple cool ladies and some nachos &amp; amber ale. The homegirl &lt;a href="http://ladycatpillow.tumblr.com"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; busted out some boss nails - SO inspired! All my attempts at nail art end up looking real amateurish and messy. Gotta figure out how to get some clean stripes and I'll get the Ireland flag on my middle finger for next St Patrick's Day c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-8539158519760311409?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8539158519760311409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/nail-times-rescue-beauty-lounge-recycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8539158519760311409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8539158519760311409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/nail-times-rescue-beauty-lounge-recycle.html' title='nail times: rescue beauty lounge recycle w/union jacks!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebfIY9di-gc/TZ9C_FUvvwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OLTgaKq2AkI/s72-c/April06_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-901920071174510341</id><published>2011-04-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:12:00.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>misc work</title><content type='html'>Working on getting my photos off the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IASK8vtubIg/TZ9CHJVwUXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WMeXILxmL4k/s1600/April08_66.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IASK8vtubIg/TZ9CHJVwUXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WMeXILxmL4k/s1600/April08_66.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year as Christmas presents I mounted prints on some cheap finely-milled plywood I got at the Home Depot. I bought a bunch of pieces slightly smaller than 5x7", but had a few 4x6" prints lying around and figured I'd get 'em on there and see how they looked. I'm not sure how I feel about the border, but for this series I think I like it. Still meditating on how to hang them - possibly string them together and literally hang dangling from the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-901920071174510341?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/901920071174510341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/misc-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/901920071174510341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/901920071174510341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/misc-work.html' title='misc work'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IASK8vtubIg/TZ9CHJVwUXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WMeXILxmL4k/s72-c/April08_66.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-8803383930762935550</id><published>2011-04-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:22:03.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>it's spring you guys</title><content type='html'>It's spring in beautiful Portland, which means crazy weather - it hailed, but it's been consistently sunny when it isn't rainy for the last few days, but also cold??? We get gorgeous flowers and &lt;a href="http://seportlandcats.tumblr.com/"&gt;sidewalk cats&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-xN7j70dXQ/TZ8_dyR3QQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CsG4kGClx3I/s1600/April07_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-xN7j70dXQ/TZ8_dyR3QQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CsG4kGClx3I/s640/April07_3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like taking pictures of flowers too too much. It's a compulsion! I can't help it! I'm trying to limit it to when the light is real pretty, like it was yesterday evening.&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/-yz9At5_E37I/TZ9AWevUB1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ijwC6R0YVvU/s1600/jb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yz9At5_E37I/TZ9AWevUB1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ijwC6R0YVvU/s1600/jb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boo Jordan and I hung out at SE Grind yesterday with some coffees and talked shit and she's my favorite. Then Max and I went to Dairy Queen. #dairyqueenappreciationblog&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/-u6W14ka52mM/TZ8_eefo6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9U6-As59PWw/s1600/April07_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6W14ka52mM/TZ8_eefo6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9U6-As59PWw/s640/April07_5.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/-ZCm8jf3Wsi4/TZ8_e0yQJnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dAmJA6Ts-Zk/s1600/April07_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCm8jf3Wsi4/TZ8_e0yQJnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dAmJA6Ts-Zk/s640/April07_6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most flattering picture, but my nails look GREAT. (Sinful Colors Hazard.) Seriously though, I have nothing but good things to say about Dairy Queen. I WISH they were giving me money, or at least free food. The best summer meal is a double DQ cheeseburger and a cherry Slurpee, eaten outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-8803383930762935550?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8803383930762935550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-spring-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8803383930762935550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8803383930762935550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-spring-you-guys.html' title='it&apos;s spring you guys'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-xN7j70dXQ/TZ8_dyR3QQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CsG4kGClx3I/s72-c/April07_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-2970578349047437587</id><published>2011-04-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:21:31.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret life of the american teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t stop won&apos;t stop watching secret life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><title type='text'>secret life recap: mirrors</title><content type='html'>Previously on The Secret Life of the American Teenager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Adrian are pregnant with a girl and are making puppy-eyes at each other. Amy wants to boink Ricky, and is waiting on his STD test to decide she wants to get married first. Jack slept around more than Grace thought, so she needs to have an STD test too before Grant will sleep with her. She REALLY doesn't want one, so Grant REALLY won't sleep with her. Ricky's mom showed up to town and is crashing at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIUGtpUQls/TZ1xzSFq8-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_4tAIBEVJWE/s1600/ep2-nora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIUGtpUQls/TZ1xzSFq8-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_4tAIBEVJWE/s640/ep2-nora.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nora:&lt;/b&gt; Wow, this is kind of. Sick. My son is dating a woman who looks like his mother. Not dating. Worse. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They REALLY don't look that much alike except for being skinny white girls with long brown hair. Do respect Amy allowing it to be Ricky's decision to let mom into John's life (although I'm pretty sure any real parent would have been like NOPE YOUR EX-CON MOM DOESN'T GET TO HANG OUT WITH MY KID, LATER). Ricky is weirded out by the association of his mom and Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky: &lt;/b&gt;You don't look like my mother even if you look like my mother.&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/-MNaJhqnMAxA/TZ1x8K6E2iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VBtwbo97H20/s1600/ep2-ricky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNaJhqnMAxA/TZ1x8K6E2iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VBtwbo97H20/s640/ep2-ricky.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HIS EARS C: C: C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Jack have a talk and... DRUMROLL PLS... an actually decently emotionally effective scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; You know, I was good this summer. I didn't do anything and, whoo, I had plenty of opportunities to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, apparently you've always had plenty of opportunities to do everything. And you always took full advantage of those opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Not always. And I don't really need or want to do that anymore. Take advantage of every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; So you had had sex before we had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; I thought you would have had assumed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; Uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; I kinda did it because you didn't want me having sex with other girls, so I just thought you knew I had sex with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; No, not really! I knew that you did what you did with Adrian but I didn't... ugh! You had sex not oral sex, sex with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Look, I told you to go get tested. What more do you want from me? This is as honest as I care to get with an ex-girlfriend who's seeing someone else! And you know what? I need my space.&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/-7BoGum4I0a8/TZ1yAr76x2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xlb-E8oUG40/s1600/ep2-grace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BoGum4I0a8/TZ1yAr76x2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xlb-E8oUG40/s640/ep2-grace.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD JACK IS THE WORST. This is the only part of this show so far where I have actually felt emotions beyond This Is The Worst Writing Ever for any character. Kudos to the actress who plays Grace - the first time I watched this scene my heart was really going out to the girl. He totally betrayed her and she is hurting. Apparently this is the clincher and she is Never. Having. Sex. Ever. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but then Grant shows up and says he loves her so everything's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grant:&lt;/b&gt; Come on, you disease-ridden skank, you know I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sex is back on!!! Grace is gonna get tested. They managed to shoot him from the least flattering angle so through the entire scene I am thinking about how unfortunate his face is ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben wants to move in with Adrian so he can clean up poopy diapers in the middle of the night I guess, and she's not down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; Ben, we're not ready to live together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; We're not ready to have a baby together, but we're having a baby and I wanna be with you and the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; I know, and I really appreciate that you've so stepped up the plate here, Ben. And you've just been been so responsible and kind and considerate and everything else but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben: &lt;/b&gt;*puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not living with you! Okay! I'm definitely not living with you unless we're married.&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/-GHAw9lbn9x4/TZ1yFXTFBxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdxg0iwPGJw/s1600/ep2-bensface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHAw9lbn9x4/TZ1yFXTFBxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdxg0iwPGJw/s640/ep2-bensface.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS FUCKING FACE. It's like this kid's life is hell unless he has a wife in the works. UGGH Adrian's all "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAAAANT" but you know with the way her character is progressing their asses are as good as hitched in three episodes. Leo gives sage SAGE advice, telling Ben to wait 'til a year after the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; A year? My daughter's supposed to walk around a YEAR without knowing her mother and father are married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leo: &lt;/b&gt;They don't walk the first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAADDD I WANNA GET MARRIED RIGHT NOOOWWWWW god what a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison's dad is trying to get her back together with Jack.&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/-4kM2NqIzpW0/TZ1yKTd0DEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N8GbT16y18Y/s1600/ep2-madisonsdad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kM2NqIzpW0/TZ1yKTd0DEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N8GbT16y18Y/s640/ep2-madisonsdad.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad:&lt;/b&gt; This is your opportunity to get back in the game, son! And when you get back in the game, just... remember what the rules of the game are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, sir. Is there any kind of compromising on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THEY ALL SO CREEPER AND WEIRD. It seems like everyone is pretty skeptical about this new boyfriend.&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/-A704ovdMjWQ/TZ1yO_-5ObI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ALSbq0i8Yuk/s1600/ep2-amy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A704ovdMjWQ/TZ1yO_-5ObI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ALSbq0i8Yuk/s640/ep2-amy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy: &lt;/b&gt;Don't tell me you broke up with Jack for this Stanley guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...even Amy's dumb ass knows what a weirdo he is. CAN'T BLAME HER BECAUSE HE LITERALLY LOOKS 35&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/-9TEU1aWSGeI/TZ1yTBueVmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2HrnXLJ5pe8/s1600/ep2-stanley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TEU1aWSGeI/TZ1yTBueVmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2HrnXLJ5pe8/s640/ep2-stanley.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison's dad:&lt;/b&gt; He's simple, and again, creepy! Why would you wanna go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison:&lt;/b&gt; Because he likes me! He really likes me! He says nice things to me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison's dad:&lt;/b&gt; Like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know... like that I smell nice and that my hair's pretty and I have a great body :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison's dad:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison:&lt;/b&gt; What? I do!!!&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/-aYV3O1ZcK_Q/TZ1yW-PjbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8W2P4rHCCH4/s1600/ep2-madison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYV3O1ZcK_Q/TZ1yW-PjbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8W2P4rHCCH4/s640/ep2-madison.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love her. Why don't they let her be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison:&lt;/b&gt; EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THE FOOD COURT IS LIKE A STEAMING BOWL OF STYROFOAM AND SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison's dad:&lt;/b&gt; The food court is where people have breakfast, lunch, and dinner while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand Ashley's still tryin'a be homeschooled. Molly Ringwald is fine with it, and George is not, probably because it requires more work for him. "This is broken home schooling." He's scheming with Griffin to get Ashley back in regular school.&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/-i0ZvE-g4jvw/TZ1ybQG6v4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2n8HwuOErX8/s1600/ep2-griffin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0ZvE-g4jvw/TZ1ybQG6v4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2n8HwuOErX8/s640/ep2-griffin.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how Griffin is a big part of my love for this show? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; Why are you doing this? Is it because your mother and I are divorced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley.&lt;/b&gt; Most kids' parents are divorced. No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tune in next week to count down the seconds til Adrian accepts Ben's proposal, Grace forces herself on Grant, and Madison does..... something cool and adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-2970578349047437587?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2970578349047437587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/secret-life-recap-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2970578349047437587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2970578349047437587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/secret-life-recap-mirrors.html' title='secret life recap: mirrors'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIUGtpUQls/TZ1xzSFq8-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_4tAIBEVJWE/s72-c/ep2-nora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-4653469784100956226</id><published>2011-04-04T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:53:22.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><title type='text'>tyler's birthday!</title><content type='html'>My little stepbro turned 10 this weekend. Here's just some snaps I took while we watched Harry Potter 2 and my stepmom made white pasta. YUM white pasta is the best kind of pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4_HsdBaK0s/TZqJkN2HRtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Wk7GFj58Bfk/s1600/April02_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4_HsdBaK0s/TZqJkN2HRtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Wk7GFj58Bfk/s640/April02_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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3ViyFPoFpE/TZqJkhe4ooI/AAAAAAAAAEo/siorGSgxh1U/s1600/tylar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3ViyFPoFpE/TZqJkhe4ooI/AAAAAAAAAEo/siorGSgxh1U/s640/tylar.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/-ArImsHpT4wE/TZqJkfCLscI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tVFPvItHTI/s1600/April02_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArImsHpT4wE/TZqJkfCLscI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tVFPvItHTI/s640/April02_4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is Evie, she's the bomb.com)&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/-4MuWUlFG1Ds/TZqJk-bASsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ReLkKanfC1U/s1600/April02_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MuWUlFG1Ds/TZqJk-bASsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ReLkKanfC1U/s640/April02_7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0"&gt;"Yesterday was Thursday Thursday, today it is Friday Friday."&lt;/a&gt; (I took these pictures on Saturday.)&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/-0-qh60HBBns/TZqJlI0ihOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G3b34zaFSCI/s1600/April02_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-qh60HBBns/TZqJlI0ihOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G3b34zaFSCI/s640/April02_8.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had the 1 candle, so he made the 0 with his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-4653469784100956226?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4653469784100956226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/tylers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/4653469784100956226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/4653469784100956226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/tylers-birthday.html' title='tyler&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4_HsdBaK0s/TZqJkN2HRtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Wk7GFj58Bfk/s72-c/April02_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-3333474235534307620</id><published>2011-04-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:06:01.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a real grown up artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>thesis work</title><content type='html'>So: I'm graduating this year. I know, right? TERRIFYING. I've got my thesis project pretty nailed down right now, though. Been taking pictures of all the meals I eat from the same angle. It's really satisfying to me process-wise; I love taking a camera around with me and shooting as a part of my daily life. I did a 365 last year which really solidified this for me (even if I hated a good deal of the photos I took for it and am glad to not be doing it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5581645602_54ba85250b_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5581645602_54ba85250b_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway: so I've been labeling each meal with the date &amp; time (obviously). I'm planning for this project to span 3-5 months, and to end up with a wall-sized grid of these labelled black and white images. Really happy with these so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5058/5581055755_c3155c4971_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5058/5581055755_c3155c4971_b.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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5581643026_4a2d1375d3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5581643026_4a2d1375d3_b.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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5581641726_53d856daf6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5581641726_53d856daf6_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meal" has been a little problematic for me, as I tend to eat larger quantities at fewer sittings, so I'll only have two meals that day. I decided not to photograph snacks because 1. I need to draw a line somewhere, and 2. EMBARRASSING, and since I do snack quite a bit a lot of the food I eat is missing. Not sure how I'm going to work with that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5581051881_b47714fed1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5581051881_b47714fed1_b.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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5268/5581050257_862c1191d8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5268/5581050257_862c1191d8_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, like I said, feeling really good! This is the first time I've shot black and white and felt both conceptually and visually spot-on with it; usually I have to shoot b&amp;w for a class and I'm all, &lt;i&gt;maaaahhh why can't I shoot colorrrrr&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to do this project in color AT ALL. It feels like it's in exactly the right spot in black and white, especially since I'm trying to avoid food porn, a totally unnatural action for me. I gravitate towards food porn like sunflowers angle towards the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-3333474235534307620?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3333474235534307620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/thesis-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3333474235534307620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3333474235534307620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/thesis-work.html' title='thesis work'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5581645602_54ba85250b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-5489187803373123657</id><published>2011-03-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:21:05.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opi teenage dream swatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail times'/><title type='text'>nail times: opi teenage dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77vltJvpRZ8/TZNaq45H2xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IlUcwOJnkxA/s1600/March29_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77vltJvpRZ8/TZNaq45H2xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IlUcwOJnkxA/s640/March29_1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 coats over 1 coat of Orly First Kiss. UNF. This picture isn't perfect - it has large holographic glitter pieces in it that you can see readily, and they flash rainbow, like, ALL THE TIME. I rounded my nails too since I used to wear 'em square, and I think they look a lot better. Hopefully they'll stop catching on EVERY SINGLE THING I OWN NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-5489187803373123657?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5489187803373123657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/nail-times-opi-teenage-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/5489187803373123657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/5489187803373123657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/nail-times-opi-teenage-dream.html' title='nail times: opi teenage dream'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77vltJvpRZ8/TZNaq45H2xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IlUcwOJnkxA/s72-c/March29_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-8968156064329209064</id><published>2011-03-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:29:24.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret life of the american teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t stop won&apos;t stop watching secret life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><title type='text'>secret life recap: who do you trust (when stds surround you)</title><content type='html'>The Secret Life of the American Teenager is BACK, motherfuckers!!! This show is my favorite on so many levels. The writing is GODAWFUL (especially when you see it written out), the acting is terrible, the themes are. Well. It's worth a look if only for shits and giggles, if you have the stomach (or the hunger) for bad TV, as I do. It's on Hulu for those of us watching in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's started up again, and Adrian is (apparently) heavily pregnant. Ricky and the kids make a big show about how HUUUUGE SHE IS OMG, but I mean, we all knew she was PREGNANT. And of course the former *spicy Latina* is now wearing bridal white. Grace and Grant are both gagging-for-it as ever, and discuss this openly in as clinical terms as is the show's custom. Not without a stern warning from Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0u5AlECXLU/TZNUljYUhOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O7XSqt-0IrU/s1600/ep1-adrian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0u5AlECXLU/TZNUljYUhOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O7XSqt-0IrU/s640/ep1-adrian.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; I hope you two know that if you're having sex, THIS is what can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still infuriated by the sharp, confusing turn Adrian's character took. She was the awesome sex-positive In Control Of My Own Goddamn Body one!!! The ONLY one. I mean, I get that this does happen in real life - ladies get pregnant and change their minds and whatever - but it's still kind of gross for me ideologically. I just wanted ONE abortion guys! Just the ONE would've made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Ricky have decided they're ready to bump uglies over the summer, which just. Ugh. Why does EVERY GIRL want him??? He's not even a BAD boy, he's just a little troubled, horny and BORING. I guess less boring than most of the other guys on the show. &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/-FVY4LGzayRE/TZNU08X-IHI/AAAAAAAAABY/LeIiTePwBr0/s1600/ep1-amy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVY4LGzayRE/TZNU08X-IHI/AAAAAAAAABY/LeIiTePwBr0/s640/ep1-amy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Get Tested You Guys" show, so of course everyone's talking about getting tested. Ricky's weirdly resistant, so instead of just GOING TO GET TESTED LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING, he decides to ask every girl he's slept with if they're clean. THAT goes over real well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; I had to make some phone calls. I know you have a rule about that, but I had to call some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bunny:&lt;/b&gt; What PEOPLE are more important than your JOB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; Some girls I slept with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He eventually goes, but not without ANGSTING ABOUT IT HARD. And of course he ends up at the same clinic his foster-mom works at!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BtXunTDlkY/TZNVrMXhzLI/AAAAAAAAACA/HzUvzWWGbv8/s1600/ep1-ricky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BtXunTDlkY/TZNVrMXhzLI/AAAAAAAAACA/HzUvzWWGbv8/s640/ep1-ricky.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley decides to be home-schooled. Probably because she's sick of watching Ricky try to have sex with everyone but her. She stops by the new school counselor to get the "homeschooling yourself" paperwork (is this even an option???) and. GASP.&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/-sXnTfAMm5Dk/TZNU1TdAyXI/AAAAAAAAABo/h8jRKLcn3e4/s1600/ep1-counselor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXnTfAMm5Dk/TZNU1TdAyXI/AAAAAAAAABo/h8jRKLcn3e4/s640/ep1-counselor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never watched 7th Heaven, but the actress-recycling is pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; I don't like the teachers or the students, I don't like the lockers or the hallways, or the classrooms or the lunchroom, and I don't like the rules or the regulations or the requirements or the report cards. And I hate, I absolutely HATE, anyone who thinks she can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Adrian are finding out the sex of the baby today. Can I say that I just LOVE Ben's hair???&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/-aCX4ZrrwNlI/TZNU1ItmkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/UzmrSJuf2kc/s1600/ep1-benshair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCX4ZrrwNlI/TZNU1ItmkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/UzmrSJuf2kc/s640/ep1-benshair.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; You seem cranky. Not having sex not working out for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; It's gonna work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; Really because it didn't work out the last time you had sex with Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, actually, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, I see. Then I guess it worked out for me and Adrian too, because we're also having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SPOILER: "Es una nina.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Secret Life form, the kids are casually informing their parents of their Readiness For Sex like it's nbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; I'm unflappable. You can't flap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; I asked Ricky to get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; For what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; For you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; Because?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; Because we might have sex. I might have sex with him. At some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; You two are gonna have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; Eventually, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George.&lt;/b&gt; Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; Interesting? That's all you're gonna say about that, interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George:&lt;/b&gt; Well I guess it's your decision, whether or not to have sex. Yours and Ricky's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy:&lt;/b&gt; I guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this show is supposed to *start dialogue* or whatever, but do they even READ what they write???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Grant have also decided they're ready for sex, so, OBVIOUSLY, they're asking Grace's mom for her blessing. Obviously she's down (not). "You did wait, and I would like you to wait a while longer." Grace is DEFINITELY cool with that (not). So then they have the Getting Tested Talk and they're both so up for it! Not. Since Grace had sex with Jack who had sex with Adrian who had sex with EVERYONE, Grant thinks she should get tested but not him. Natch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; We only had sex one time AND we used a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grant:&lt;/b&gt; The entire time you used a condom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace:&lt;/b&gt; What? I don't know! I don't remember, anyway! He took care of ...that. I wasn't paying attention to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grant:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah yeah I know, because you were enjoying it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, Grace REALLY wants to get it on. I like Bossy Horny Grace way way better than Preachy Annoying Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is now Vice President of Human Resources at some faceless corporation! The only ONLY positive thing I have ever found about this show (and I'm not even sure it's legit) is the treatment of Tom - as a guy with Downs Syndrome, he's still totally treated as another normal person by all the other characters and he can be pretty feisty.&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/-YVF0zlFMGms/TZNVrbo_VyI/AAAAAAAAACI/zQTh42sAWys/s1600/ep1-tomj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVF0zlFMGms/TZNVrbo_VyI/AAAAAAAAACI/zQTh42sAWys/s640/ep1-tomj.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison has a new bf who's 20. ("Dad, I can't HELP how old he is!") Jack is butthurt, but her dad is even less stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison's dad:&lt;/b&gt; While you're in high school, I want you date someone who's in high school, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison:&lt;/b&gt; That's the thing dad! He IS in high school! Well kind of. He's at a technical high school. He went back for his diploma. He had to drop out because of some family problems, but he went back, and I think that's admirable.&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/--y4y0U9sby8/TZNU1nd0miI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0B4ECJgPm2k/s1600/ep1-madison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--y4y0U9sby8/TZNU1nd0miI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0B4ECJgPm2k/s640/ep1-madison.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Housekeeping:&lt;/u&gt; Lauren's boring boyfriend who we've never seen but hear a LOT about broke up with her, citing the classic "We'll Probably Break Up Later Anyway". Oh BOYS. Henry and Alice are still together, we still don't get to hear much about them. The kid who plays John is still ADORABLE.&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/-snivVsCbY88/TZNU1tzwiAI/AAAAAAAAABw/1RzLYdAuK4c/s1600/ep1-john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snivVsCbY88/TZNU1tzwiAI/AAAAAAAAABw/1RzLYdAuK4c/s640/ep1-john.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George decided to get all wifey and cooks dinner for the girls every night and never goes out. Jennifer Coolidge is still an awesome, inexplicable part of the show. Bunny is still by far my favorite character. Molly Ringwald showed up momentarily but didn't actually DO anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricky:&lt;/b&gt; With? No, I'm not with [Amy], we're just dating. But thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE ENDING: Ricky's mom is back????? George has no girlfriend apparently??? Madison's older dude??? Adrian wearing white (instead of red) 24/7???? Stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-8968156064329209064?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8968156064329209064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/secret-life-recap-who-do-you-trust-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8968156064329209064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/8968156064329209064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/secret-life-recap-who-do-you-trust-when.html' title='secret life recap: who do you trust (when stds surround you)'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0u5AlECXLU/TZNUljYUhOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O7XSqt-0IrU/s72-c/ep1-adrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-3468623900407229509</id><published>2011-03-29T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:36:08.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>bubs-sitting</title><content type='html'>Bubs being our boxers, Reggie (the white one) &amp;amp; Bang Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvU2RxngV20/TZFViyjytRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EBfJN7FTA9A/s1600/March20_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvU2RxngV20/TZFViyjytRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EBfJN7FTA9A/s640/March20_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and watched TV together; it was pretty nice. All they want to do is sleep on you, sit quietly in the hopes you'll give them some of your food, and glare at you for THEIR rank farts.&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/-dkPg9yFAzDM/TZFVjAP4ElI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WIMKTmeZYMo/s1600/March20_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkPg9yFAzDM/TZFVjAP4ElI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WIMKTmeZYMo/s640/March20_8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really hate on those faces, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-3468623900407229509?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3468623900407229509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/bubs-sitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3468623900407229509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3468623900407229509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/bubs-sitting.html' title='bubs-sitting'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvU2RxngV20/TZFViyjytRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EBfJN7FTA9A/s72-c/March20_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-3166889290927264661</id><published>2011-03-28T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:36:18.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ties'/><title type='text'>dad's new facebook profile picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q463gmnF44Y/TZFUsF3IBSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oY9x51ytx_c/s1600/March24_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q463gmnF44Y/TZFUsF3IBSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oY9x51ytx_c/s640/March24_1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-3166889290927264661?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3166889290927264661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/dads-new-facebook-profile-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3166889290927264661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/3166889290927264661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/dads-new-facebook-profile-picture.html' title='dad&apos;s new facebook profile picture'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q463gmnF44Y/TZFUsF3IBSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oY9x51ytx_c/s72-c/March24_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-4741899507842749170</id><published>2011-03-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:35:59.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la carreta'/><title type='text'>la carreta</title><content type='html'>Max and I went to the dopest Mexican place around; La Carreta. I'm still upset with myself because I didn't get any decent pictures of our food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEo23gRlc4E/TZFP1FR-OtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Adi8yjIs2QM/s1600/March26_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEo23gRlc4E/TZFP1FR-OtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Adi8yjIs2QM/s640/March26_4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I managed to get a good one of my margarita, of course. During La Carreta's happy hour those margaritas are 99c! (That's Monday and Tuesday, 9pm-12am. Waiting on pins &amp;amp; needles for summer, when there will be No School For Hannah and I can drink on a Monday night!!!) The decor in there is WONDERFUL, and half the time they're packed and a three piece mariachi band walks around serenading awkward tables.&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/-WZNUBWTqMhA/TZFP4ark1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1ohpPWxSXI/s1600/March26_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZNUBWTqMhA/TZFP4ark1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1ohpPWxSXI/s640/March26_5.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get too many good pictures at all, really, we got a little bit silly and had to head home for a nap directly afterwards. It was actually an excellent evening: got drunk &amp;amp; real full of Mexican food, nap to the Simpsons at 8pm, wake up and watch a Freaks &amp;amp; Geeks, then go to bed at 11.&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/-AId0xhERBso/TZFP8EtvtPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sCr1vZHEE8U/s1600/March26_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AId0xhERBso/TZFP8EtvtPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sCr1vZHEE8U/s640/March26_6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the moral of the story is: HIT IT UP. SE Holgate &amp;amp; Mcloughlin, in Portland. We've been going there for a while (I HIGHLY recommend the nachos); it's cheap, it's greasy, it's tasty, and they give you a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3274230533727575854-4741899507842749170?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4741899507842749170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-carreta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/4741899507842749170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/4741899507842749170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-carreta.html' title='la carreta'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEo23gRlc4E/TZFP1FR-OtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Adi8yjIs2QM/s72-c/March26_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274230533727575854.post-2889110098319140803</id><published>2011-02-25T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:36:31.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>first post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5443761885_f61436543e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5443761885_f61436543e_b.jpg" /&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/3274230533727575854-2889110098319140803?l=hannahosullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2889110098319140803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2889110098319140803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274230533727575854/posts/default/2889110098319140803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahosullivan.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-post.html' title='first post!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10795982274889500192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9EsMVyuD74/TZicolgQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juwcvxd0KqI/s220/November12_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5443761885_f61436543e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
