<?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-2805734212512446936</id><updated>2011-08-25T12:42:46.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-5755311357349150980</id><published>2011-04-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:57:32.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so if i keep this up next time i post will be in 2013</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjdZ4QMD-0/Ta-AkTC2T0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJ4YuSw9Hz8/s1600/bask_in_the_sun_by_0_wallie_0-d36r6m5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjdZ4QMD-0/Ta-AkTC2T0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJ4YuSw9Hz8/s320/bask_in_the_sun_by_0_wallie_0-d36r6m5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597834222920683330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha goodness, it's been awhile. I dont plan on writing in this besides posting the occasional writing passage every couple of years haha. But anywho, i thought i'd come in and brighten up the place (and remove the ugly drawings that always came up in google haha). I guess i could say the years have been kind. life is pretty good. i really dont have a reason to complain. my ideas and convictions are stronger (and probably more reasonable... or not) than they were two years ago, but i know i have a ways to go. (like not being lazy enough to actually capitalize my i's in "formal" typing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and may i just put a shout out to all the future friends, coworkers, coughboyfriendcough and all those people i will meet (who i doubt are reading this) i cant wait to meet you and just as a warning my second impression is usually better than my first, if not i hope we never meet on a second occasion so the positive image of myself will be forever with you hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm just rambling c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, my art is getting better still, that's a good sign right? c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-5755311357349150980?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/5755311357349150980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=5755311357349150980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/5755311357349150980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/5755311357349150980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-if-i-keep-this-up-next-time-i-post.html' title='so if i keep this up next time i post will be in 2013'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjdZ4QMD-0/Ta-AkTC2T0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJ4YuSw9Hz8/s72-c/bask_in_the_sun_by_0_wallie_0-d36r6m5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-209506381610633333</id><published>2009-05-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:43:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it was smaller it be my motto C:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SiNORwXu5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/9PNkOOHxeEU/s1600-h/4264_93476581693_672201693_2615717_2843187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SiNORwXu5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/9PNkOOHxeEU/s200/4264_93476581693_672201693_2615717_2843187_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199649940727586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A smile costs nothing but gives much.  It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give.  It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.  None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it.  Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away.  Some people are too tired to give you a smile.  Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give."  ~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-209506381610633333?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/209506381610633333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=209506381610633333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/209506381610633333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/209506381610633333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-it-was-smaller-it-be-my-motto-c.html' title='If it was smaller it be my motto C:'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SiNORwXu5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/9PNkOOHxeEU/s72-c/4264_93476581693_672201693_2615717_2843187_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-3979912610167032900</id><published>2009-04-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:41:59.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, I'm not that bad</title><content type='html'>Hahah. I'm refering to all my emotional statement down there. Trust me I'm not that emo. It's just when I am upset that i write in hear usually so yeah.... I'm generally a happy person haha. but anywho.&lt;br /&gt; Oh so i though i'd inform that my art is better than ever and that i cut my friend Tessa's hair! and no, i did not ruin it; it looks great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-3979912610167032900?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/3979912610167032900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=3979912610167032900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/3979912610167032900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/3979912610167032900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2009/04/honestly-im-not-that-bad.html' title='Honestly, I&apos;m not that bad'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-2443081978173927225</id><published>2009-03-01T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:46:34.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming clean -- Chase Coy</title><content type='html'>I'm a coward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind all of these delicate lies that I sing,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm trying to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by people that know me but don't know a thing,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm trying to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every relationship I've ever been in has fallen apart at the seams,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just afraid I've been singing about love&lt;br /&gt;but ill never find out what it means.&lt;br /&gt;And if i was honest about what the problem is I'd have to admit that its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to live up to all that you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lier&lt;br /&gt;I sing pretty things but I never quite say what I mean,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm trying to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't take it back know I can't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;so I'm trying to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;And every relationship I've ever been in has fallen apart at the seams,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just afraid I've been singing about love&lt;br /&gt;but ill never find out what it means.&lt;br /&gt;And if i was honest about what the problem is I'd have to admit that its me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to&lt;br /&gt;live up to all that you want me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-2443081978173927225?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/2443081978173927225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=2443081978173927225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/2443081978173927225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/2443081978173927225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-blean-chase-coy.html' title='Coming clean -- Chase Coy'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-6582490983175370622</id><published>2009-01-18T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:17:05.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the one with the shortest riegn</title><content type='html'>yeah, i know thats completely pestimistic and probably an untrue statement but that wont stop me from thinking it. You know when something good is in your grasps; how great that feels. But, as always, that needs to change so someone else can have a chance with it. Sure i have had a handfull of goodness before but it always seems my "goodness" lasts a little less longer than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;    like for one YW we had an awsome presidency; it was like they just focused on all of us individually, thus focusing on me. but it wasnt long till that changed. We had three new people called. my little handfull of goodness, gone. So i know our president is going to be great,  but i have a feeling i'm going to get on her nerves. And i think its great one of them was called b/c one of the girls really needs her there and i know that girl is stoked and im happy for that. And I think its absolutly fantastic that we have a convert in with us; it will be absolute great expierence for her. But i wish went for me a little bit longer. I'm not saying i dont want it to go for the other girls too but i want to be included too and thats just not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;      I know i sound selfish and completly awful but i cant help it; im in nature a selfish creature. I just want that handfull a little longer; something to call my own. im  sick of being the person on the sidelines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-6582490983175370622?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/6582490983175370622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=6582490983175370622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/6582490983175370622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/6582490983175370622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-one-with-shortest-riegn.html' title='Always the one with the shortest riegn'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-3778809951929799777</id><published>2009-01-18T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:54:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness People...</title><content type='html'>Why are people so vile? yes i know i'm one of them but i like to think im on the better half of it all. It really bugs me people beat down on other people. Yes, i have been in a situtation where i did not like a person and had talked to some one else about it. But i usually know what their probably is and i get over it in a day. But some people! All the time they go behind their back and completly bad mouth them. It makes me sick! And my own mother does it too! i have to leave the room b/c it makes me feel like punching a wall. If you say crap about them, whos to say they wont say crap about you? i know i know just b/c you change your attitude about somthing doesnt mean the world is going to change but i like to think that another person is thinking the way i do. Its like how i treat my mother. When i feel like going all teenager statis i try to think about how i would want my kids to act towards me and believe me it does make huge difference. Im sorry that wasnt very interesting; i just needed to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-3778809951929799777?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/3778809951929799777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=3778809951929799777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/3778809951929799777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/3778809951929799777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness-people.html' title='Goodness People...'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-411586220424589939</id><published>2008-11-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:03:46.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An expert from a book i'm writing _Superhuman_</title><content type='html'>yes i know the title is not all that great but its all i got haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normal! What a concept that doesn't even exist! Despite its lack of excision my curiosity can't help to wonder what it would be like. Would I trade my life for a "normal" one. Probably not. But then again I wouldn't know because I have never felt or seen this... "normality"&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was or ever going to be "normal" but i was always farther away then most. My "abnormality" was the kind that was so dense you could taste it. Not quite bitter sweet but more of a semi-sweet flavor. I cannot complain, i guess you could say. It was a flavor of my choosing. I was given no rulebook for my "abnormality" -- a life I had no consent in; my parents didn't even have a say -- so i made my own guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;It included in brassing my "abnormality" but it also included secrecy of my "abnormalities"; putting on a mask of "normality". A completely unrealistic mask that everybody seems to believe. It sometimes make me question the human race. Is it because of stupidity, lack of interest or even fear that keeps them blind. Even though i considered myself a human I never stuck myself with the "them" category. I was not one of them. I was a hybrid. Half human half... not so human. Not that I considered one of my parents more humane than the other, it was just how we were made. We were different. We were Superhuman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah there it is... :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-411586220424589939?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/411586220424589939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=411586220424589939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/411586220424589939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/411586220424589939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2008/11/expert-from-book-im-writing-superhuman.html' title='An expert from a book i&apos;m writing _Superhuman_'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-2216320949629394283</id><published>2008-11-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:34:24.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music. When music plays, life is born. It’s born in people around you. It’s born in the instrument it speaks through. It is born in the master, though music has no true master. Supposedly made by man, but only fit for God. It was never known why music brings such life to us; only the music knows. It brings us in, you can feel it; you can taste it. It brings life that we may have never known otherwise. It brings experiences both tangible and indescribable. If only music could be seen. We close our eyes in an attempt to see what is rushing through us; surely only true beauty could do this. We are blind to its beauty. It was not meant for us to see. That was only way we would ever truly believe in it. Our clouded eyes will never be able to bring injustice to this immortal, invisible deity. Only concealed, but always there. Always with us. Always in us. If there was only one true blessing in this life, I would believe it would be music. It helps us live. It makes us feel something inside. It makes us happy. It makes us angry. It makes us love. Music must be the only true way of showing love for another; maybe that was God’s intent. Sometimes there are words, sometimes there are none. But yet it speaks with a potent voice; there is no way of escaping it and yet there is no reason to escape. Music fills the empty words with something much more substantial. This life never dies, it can never die. Music is imperishable. As long as we live, and are conscious, it will never die. Life will always be born through music if we continue to give it life. It is its cycle. Music can never die…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Marcy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-2216320949629394283?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/2216320949629394283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=2216320949629394283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/2216320949629394283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/2216320949629394283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2008/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-4499252896325880602</id><published>2008-11-20T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:43:56.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYA5mhImOI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzD94BT1Ups/s1600-h/Redshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYA5mhImOI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzD94BT1Ups/s320/Redshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270901403475810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAxZBGl4I/AAAAAAAAACk/ND-6N0bSVyw/s1600-h/Jessicasdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAxZBGl4I/AAAAAAAAACk/ND-6N0bSVyw/s320/Jessicasdress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270901262412846978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAq-pcicI/AAAAAAAAACc/RNysY901lCk/s1600-h/Dresses-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAq-pcicI/AAAAAAAAACc/RNysY901lCk/s320/Dresses-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270901152255084994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAkYZ1nEI/AAAAAAAAACU/C7AT-G5fjr4/s1600-h/Dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAkYZ1nEI/AAAAAAAAACU/C7AT-G5fjr4/s320/Dresses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270901038909856834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAaZJmtuI/AAAAAAAAACM/EhOsmcYjg_M/s1600-h/Blueshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYAaZJmtuI/AAAAAAAAACM/EhOsmcYjg_M/s320/Blueshoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900867311515362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so here are the designs i promised. ill probably never make them but it makes for a fun past time :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-4499252896325880602?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/4499252896325880602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=4499252896325880602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/4499252896325880602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/4499252896325880602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-here-are-designs-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SSYA5mhImOI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzD94BT1Ups/s72-c/Redshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-8277275008503537107</id><published>2008-10-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:43:15.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacramento</title><content type='html'>So... yup; I'm in Sacramento. Giant family reunion going... at least for me; the family it self has always been giant. Its actually really kind of freaky haha. everyone is so big! cousins i have never met are here. Lil' Bit is not so little any more (5'9"). It's rather difficult to decide what to do. Jump on the trampaliene with little kids. Play with the really really young ones or hang with the adults. I'm kind of in the middle. All the other "big" kids take care of the little ones and there are enough that I dont really have anything to do. thus is way i'm writing in here; b/c i miss my ipod haha. im kinda lost with out my notebook/ipod/sketchbook. So when im not being too lazy i just read the dictionary :]. It's crazy how many people i am related to! its kind of like where in the world did you guys come from?! And the eatting, o my goodness the eating. We eat from breakfast to lunch, lunch to dinner. and the fact that we have endless fruit, cake and sherbert does not help haha. I kind of want some right now haha. i'm trying my hardest to drag this out but its not going to well haha. Im never really was good at the whole self-persevation in writing and stuff. hmm.... lets see what else what else...? I really wish i brought my ipod. not that i dont enjoy everyones company its just that everyone is already so preoccupie; i'm slightly leftover haha. but its all good, i'm used to it. Im either really social or the exact opposite. So thats whats going on right now. I dont know why but im really really tired and ive done absolutly nothing! its quite fustrating. but oh well. when i get home i'll have to post all the clothing designs that i drew; there not very good but i like them a lot. I'm tring to drag this out as much as possible b/c i dont know why but i just really want to keep my fingers moving and since im completely novice at the piano -- especially around the people here -- and there arent any video games around here typing is my only option, not that im complaining. im just running out of things to write about. but i guess i should give up this charade and just say im bored and i am going to play solitare :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-8277275008503537107?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/8277275008503537107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=8277275008503537107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/8277275008503537107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/8277275008503537107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2008/10/sacramento.html' title='Sacramento'/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805734212512446936.post-5621477320669968772</id><published>2008-08-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:11:57.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SJoFhMy4SEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WHuuWGn23e4/s1600-h/l_c80ad19ff128c02ae77a67cbfbf70148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499985072703554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SJoFhMy4SEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WHuuWGn23e4/s320/l_c80ad19ff128c02ae77a67cbfbf70148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I decided to get a blog. Not that I'll do too much with it. I just thought, I like writing... I like computers... let's put the two together! So I may have some ran'dumb' post about my day or stuff from some of my writing (which is not very good so consider yourself warned!) I'll probably post a lot of lyrics because it helps explain things a little better than I'm capable. I'll also probably have thousands upon thousands of pictures by the time this comes to an end. Most of them will probably be what I have drawn or photographed ... So let's do this stuff I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805734212512446936-5621477320669968772?l=marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/feeds/5621477320669968772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805734212512446936&amp;postID=5621477320669968772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/5621477320669968772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805734212512446936/posts/default/5621477320669968772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcyelainewahlquist.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-i-decided-to-get-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcy Elaine Wahlquist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9-vchtXA1zo/SJoFhMy4SEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WHuuWGn23e4/s72-c/l_c80ad19ff128c02ae77a67cbfbf70148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
