<?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-5082413582602250132</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Vomit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-8890725163010334822</id><published>2010-03-03T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:43:44.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books on the Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S486WbM7qYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NgIVuRomUvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S486WbM7qYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NgIVuRomUvQ/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 8: As Simple as Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by Gregory Galloway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Finished&amp;nbsp; February 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recommend this book by one of my 8th graders.&amp;nbsp; She told me it was her favorite book and said I should read it.... before Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I finally purchased it from my Christmas money, and got it in the mail.&amp;nbsp; I set to work reading it.&amp;nbsp; This book is full of mystery and oddities.&amp;nbsp; It is about a girl who moves into a small town, and starts writing obituarites about everyone who lives there.&amp;nbsp; It is told from the point of view of her new boyfriend, and town native, a character whose name is unknown.&amp;nbsp; The girl, Anna Cayne has a strange way to communicate, with letters of random information and things found on the street.&amp;nbsp; On the weekend of Valentine's Day, Anna disapears under mysterious circomestances and her boyfriend spends his time trying to figure out what happened and trying to communicate with Anna from the other side.&amp;nbsp; The book ends leavng&amp;nbsp;questions unanswered, leaving the reader with a feeling of the unknown.&amp;nbsp; It was an entertaining book and an enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 9: Red Badge of Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by Stephan Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Finished February 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally buckled down and read this classic.&amp;nbsp; It has been hanging out on my shelf for about 3 years.&amp;nbsp; I can tell why this book is called a classic. Imagery, moral conflict, character building, and hero making filled story.&amp;nbsp; I liked that the title of the book just popped up on some random page before too much had happened.&amp;nbsp; I also enjoyed the fact that the hero is a flawed man.&amp;nbsp; I guess that is the point.&amp;nbsp; It is a coming of age book for&amp;nbsp;during a war inflicted era.&amp;nbsp; Henry enlists as an optimistic teen boy, and through is journey with war and developing his character, becomes a man.&amp;nbsp; Definitely belongs on the classics to read list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 10: The Outsiders of 19 Schuyler Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by E.L. Konigsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Finished February 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book!&amp;nbsp; The underdog rallies to save the day! Or in this case, the towers her uncles built.&amp;nbsp; This girl, Margaret Rose Kane is left at a summer camp, and rebels.&amp;nbsp; Her rebellion is to refuse to participate.&amp;nbsp; Her response to everything it "I prefer not to."&amp;nbsp; I love this response.&amp;nbsp; She also hums or sings "God Save the Queen" to make her statement. She gets kicked out of the camp, but in the process, becomes friends with the camp handyman.&amp;nbsp; That friendship blossoms (hehe) and helps Margaret save the towers.&amp;nbsp; This is a feel good, happy ending book.&amp;nbsp; Unlike the last two books (numbers 8 and 9).&amp;nbsp; Margaret engineers a committee of unexpected people to help overcome the snobish neighbors who want to disassemble the towers.&amp;nbsp; She even engages in a sit it passive protest.&amp;nbsp; Margaret Rose has all the makings of up and coming activist.&amp;nbsp; E.L. Konigsburg is one of my favorite children's writers, and I thoroughly enjoyed her writing style and story telling.&amp;nbsp; Everything from her character building to her foreshadowing, was witty and entertaining.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to give too much away as it is a read worth book, so I will end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last randomly selected book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 11: Maximum Ride: School's Out Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Finished February 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not a fan of the serious books because&amp;nbsp;I get so sucked in and can never get out.&amp;nbsp; I usually find that as the book number increases, the interest and storyline decreases.&amp;nbsp; This series, however, is not written this way.&amp;nbsp; I feel like the story was written, and then chunked for each book.&amp;nbsp; In other words, it is like one continuous story with the next chapter in the next book.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the characters, and it is great to have a familiar feeling to them.&amp;nbsp; I did like that there was only about a paragraph of recap from the last book.&amp;nbsp; I hate drawn out retelling of the previous book.&amp;nbsp; Ek!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues with the flock of mutant bird-kids enrolling in school before they are discovered and have to flee.&amp;nbsp; The same enemies are here, with a few twists and still the same question of who is on the side to save the world.&amp;nbsp; A big of teen love drama is thrown in to stir things up and test the bonds of the flock.&amp;nbsp; As well as a short visit with crazy family.&amp;nbsp; Then end still leaves you questioning what will happen and leads you back to the shelf to pick up the next.&amp;nbsp; ( I don't have the next one, so we will see when I'll get to it).&amp;nbsp; It is a good old teen adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-8890725163010334822?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/8890725163010334822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=8890725163010334822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/8890725163010334822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/8890725163010334822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2010/03/books-on-shelf.html' title='Books on the Shelf'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S486WbM7qYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NgIVuRomUvQ/s72-c/IMG_3716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-6625941946337617749</id><published>2010-02-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:32:08.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lois Lowry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S34TrTg8KJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/weXRavUPHIQ/s1600-h/bio_lois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S34TrTg8KJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/weXRavUPHIQ/s200/bio_lois.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp; three of the next four books I've read have been written by Lois Lowry.&amp;nbsp; I looked her up because I enjoyed the books so much.&amp;nbsp; They are all so different, but have something trying them together.&amp;nbsp; I just couldn't figure out how to sum up&amp;nbsp;what it was.&amp;nbsp;This is what she said about her books on her site, which you can check out on your own (&lt;a href="http://www.loislowry.com/"&gt;http://www.loislowry.com/&lt;/a&gt;). "My books have varied in content and style. Yet it seems that all of them deal, essentially, with the same general theme: the importance of human connections."&amp;nbsp; I read this, and I was like "Duh! That is it!"&amp;nbsp; I got interested in Lois Lowry while I was working at George Kelly and the 8th graders there were reading &lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I decided to read the book all these 8th graders were enjoying and loved it.&amp;nbsp; It inspired me to go out and buy some more of her books. (To be fair, it doesn't take much to give me an excuse to visit a book store and spend some money.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 4: The Silent Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finished January 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is pretty cool how it incoporated real pictures and ancestors.&amp;nbsp; It totally got to me, seeing as I am a huge historical fiction fan.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed the story told from a little girls point of view.&amp;nbsp; It is set in the early 1900's in a farming community.&amp;nbsp; Katy, the girl, is the daughter of a doctor and tells of her experiences with another boy in the community and his family.&amp;nbsp; The boy is "touched" and has a special way of seeing the world and handling animals.&amp;nbsp; I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys historical fiction.&amp;nbsp; It definitely displays how we are all interconnected in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 5: Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finished February 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a teen adventure.&amp;nbsp; It is kinda one of my secret obsession.&amp;nbsp; I love teen adventure.&amp;nbsp; It is adventure without the foul language and usually has some underlying message.&amp;nbsp; This one is about a group of children that have been genetically altered to have the bones and wings of a bird.&amp;nbsp; Or course, there are the typical bad guys, and an evil nemesis.&amp;nbsp; It has them exploring the country for their family history and purpose for exisiting.&amp;nbsp; It is the first of a trilogy, which I did not realize when I started.&amp;nbsp; If you are not interested in starting a trilogy, don't read this.&amp;nbsp; It leaves a lot of items hanging at the end of the book.&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/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S34Temgm_PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/R8ohTgb4BXE/s1600-h/Lowry_gathering_blue_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S34Temgm_PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/R8ohTgb4BXE/s320/Lowry_gathering_blue_cover.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 6:&amp;nbsp; Gathering Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finished February 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has probably been my favorite I've read so far this year.&amp;nbsp; It is about a primitive like community that rids itself of their weak and young that have flaws.&amp;nbsp; Although, there are few exceptions, the story is told from the point of view of one of those exceptions.&amp;nbsp; Her name is Kira, who has had a twisted leg since birth, and was allowed to live.&amp;nbsp; She has extrodinary talent in weaving, which saves her from banishment when her mom dies from an unexpected illness.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to give too much away, (I could talk for hours about this one), but it has a couple of surprising turns in the story, and well worth your time.&amp;nbsp; It is also a book that has a theme of human connections.&amp;nbsp; Lois Lowry is a genius.&amp;nbsp; Also, according to her website this is the second book in a trilogy with The Giver.&amp;nbsp; Their stories are not related to the extend that you need to read one to understand the other.&amp;nbsp; They share no characters, but... I think it is a trilogy due to the similar setting and theme.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read it.&amp;nbsp; You will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Book 7: Gossamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finished February 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dream junkie, you will enjoy this book.&amp;nbsp; It is about how these fairylike creatures collect memories to give us dreams.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The story centers around Littlest One and her experiences with an older lady and the boy that is staying at her house.&amp;nbsp; Of course you are encountered with this relationship between the lonely old woman, and an angry, hurt boy.... and the dog.&amp;nbsp; It also connects our dreams with the strength we need to deal with the challenges each day.&amp;nbsp; The book goes in a full circle, from Littlest One's first day of training, until her last day of training when she meets the newest dream maker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-6625941946337617749?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/6625941946337617749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=6625941946337617749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/6625941946337617749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/6625941946337617749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2010/02/lois-lowry.html' title='Lois Lowry'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/S34TrTg8KJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/weXRavUPHIQ/s72-c/bio_lois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-7323181937984964746</id><published>2010-02-09T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:10:11.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy New Year! Yeah, I know I'm over a month late, but it is one of my goals this year to keep my blog updated. This morning I was contemplating what I could do to get myself motivated, or what I could write about. Then I remembered that I also have a goal to read one hundred new books this year. I thought I could do a Julie&amp;amp;Julia thing here. I'm going to try it, so here goes. I am going to blog about each new book I read. I am about 7 books behind at this moment. I will try to catch up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Book 1: Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Cornelia Funke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished January 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this book because I saw the movie. I saw the movie and enjoyed it. Like most movies written from books, I figured the book must be better. I will have to say, some parts of the movie played better for me then in the book. Although, in both the book and the movie, my favorite character is the little boy read out of &lt;em&gt;From the Thousand and One Nights&lt;/em&gt; book, Farid. This book is fanciful and imaginative. It is a good book to read out loud to children. I think my nephew would love it. Hum, I should lend it to him. I do think he could relate to the martin. Mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;How crazy exciting would it be to met the characters you have created. I think if I knew that could happen, I would try my darnedest to become an author. I don't know what kind of character I would want to come out of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Book 2: Old Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Marianne Curley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished January 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was an adventure. It took you though time and magic. It starts like a typical "I'm different" book. Outsider girl is drawn to new boy who displays a curious talent. The ideas inside are all magical; witches, curses, transformations, time travel, love, etc. It does talk of strong family ties and heritage. I bought this book as Amber's Christmas gift. It is not the kind of book I normally go for, but I thought, Why not? Pretty good. Definitely an Amber book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Book 3: 'Till We Have Faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished January 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED this book! As it says on the back of the cover, it is a myth retold. Which myth you say? The one with Psyche and Cupid. Although, sometimes it doesn't seem it, the story is full of all types of developing love. It reminds you of how selfish ones views can get when they are filled with misconceptions and misunderstandings. I recommend this book to anyone and everyone. I don't want to give too much away except that if you love mythology you will love this new twist on things. Well, not really new, but you will love it. I don't know what else to say, but read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-7323181937984964746?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/7323181937984964746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=7323181937984964746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/7323181937984964746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/7323181937984964746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-books.html' title='New Year, New Books'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-3639144081463969283</id><published>2009-03-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:12:30.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed Rooney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guilty Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415530055746546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SdJcPbmrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/SwPlyRAT4eQ/s200/thumbnailCA5QEJHJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reality TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Irrational Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driving Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many, many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Childhood Career Aspirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I secretly wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember. I also looked into becoming a Florist. I want to go back and get my certificate for that kind of thing and open my own shop. However, this was not a childhood aspiration. I didn't want to do this until I was in High school, so I don't think it counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Most Desired Travel Destinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prince Edward Islands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Favorite High School English Reads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415514919737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SdJcOjN-F5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bxBX5W-fxCA/s200/thumbnailCAGEW0B8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tess of the D'urbervilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Funnest Halloween Dress-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319414809580763634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SdJblfoDefI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T9gPAkhOI18/s200/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Munchkin&lt;br /&gt;Emo Punk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Favorite 80s Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413130834178226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SdJaDxzrcLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fnpn6YwbrZY/s320/BreakfastClub39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Breakfast Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-3639144081463969283?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/3639144081463969283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=3639144081463969283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/3639144081463969283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/3639144081463969283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2009/03/ed-rooney.html' title='Ed Rooney'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SdJcPbmrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/SwPlyRAT4eQ/s72-c/thumbnailCA5QEJHJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-5357218160211790685</id><published>2009-01-27T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:52:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Participation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX8ewsjFhwI/AAAAAAAAADk/PV5A956M8K4/s1600-h/sfmoma_2039_11007519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295985508751869698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX8ewsjFhwI/AAAAAAAAADk/PV5A956M8K4/s200/sfmoma_2039_11007519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art on last Monday. It was just me and a couple girls from work. One of the exhibits was the Art of Participation. It had videos and displays of art starting in the 5o's where the art only worked if people participated. That part alone was pretty cool. They had a piano there with blank music sheets on the wall and a video of John Cage's score being performed on the streets. Only he didn't play the piano. The focus was not on the instrument but on what the audience would do and the sounds they would make. If yo want to see more about John Cage and 4'33" you can click on the link here: &lt;a href="http://www.sfmoma.org/multimedia/audio/aop_tour_402?autoplay=true"&gt;http://www.sfmoma.org/multimedia/audio/aop_tour_402?autoplay=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They also have display of photography entitled The Gift. It is pictures of normal people displayed on a huge wall. They rotate the pictures throughout, but the cool thing is that all the pictures are of people who have come to the museum. They had a photostudio set up and you volunteered to get your picture taken and then it became part of the art. It was so cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144367544621266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-vPfqu2NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4KsthIzV3WU/s400/aop_the_gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The best was that there were ones that everyone could participate. I got to be in several art pieces. I talked in a microphone that talked back, be a lady on the computer that could fly, take a survey about a series of photos, and more. My favotrite was when we got to put together sculputures from the items. We were supose to follow the posted directions, but we didn't see them until the security pointed them out because we were playing fruit hockey and doing other things instead. This is what we were supose to do:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147425603227698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-yBf0uEDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0ApF0uu-pqw/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead this is what we did:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybAXqnfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YTyoMLKYhRQ/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147863836466674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybAXqnfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YTyoMLKYhRQ/s200/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybIYiIfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J16yt-WDdH0/s1600-h/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147865987588594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybIYiIfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J16yt-WDdH0/s200/IMG_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybfMCtZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5GhrFjYgZy8/s1600-h/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147872109213074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX-ybfMCtZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5GhrFjYgZy8/s200/IMG_2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, it was a fun day.  We spent all day there and still didn't make it through the whole museum.   The Art of Participation was only two floors of the museum.  We also got to see some Diego Rivera, Jackson Pollack, and even a Pablo Picasso. There was an exhibit of photography that was way interesting.  Besides the Art of Participation exhibit, my favorite was the 1000 journals project.  This project is where someone put out 1000 blank journals all over San Francisco and asked that if you found it, add to it and then post it online.  If you finished the journal, you were asked to send it back.  They had several journals on display.  It was so interestng to see what people wrote.  If you found a journal that you were to add to and then the public would see it, what would you include.  I found it so intreguing what people decided to write.  I am just curious about people and what makes them tick.  The journals were sent out in 2001 and some are still out there.  Many have ended up in foriegn countries.  I love to see how creative people were.  If you want to check it out, they have a website for the projects, and even have made a documentary about it.  You can check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.1000journals.com/"&gt;http://www.1000journals.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-5357218160211790685?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/5357218160211790685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=5357218160211790685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5357218160211790685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5357218160211790685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-participation.html' title='Art of Participation'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SX8ewsjFhwI/AAAAAAAAADk/PV5A956M8K4/s72-c/sfmoma_2039_11007519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-5360879365765614094</id><published>2009-01-05T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:47:31.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland! Disneyland! Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVnaoylxdI/AAAAAAAAACc/UFlmP5_qmO0/s1600-h/104_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288747044740384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVnaoylxdI/AAAAAAAAACc/UFlmP5_qmO0/s320/104_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year has been "A Year of a Million Dreams." I have visited Disneyland 3 times this year and have enjoyed every single second of it. I have had a bunch of amazing experiences -- too many to share all. I decided that I should at least share some of the best ones, so here goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287991110090865394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWK35cxjuvI/AAAAAAAAACE/LZqjkSO88KQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The magic all started with my first trip where we won the dream fast passes. But it didn't stop there.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288759313876091762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVyky4fg3I/AAAAAAAAADM/jd4hzDC7Y2g/s320/104_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also got to be captains of the Mark Twain Boat... TWICE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got scared by the witch from sleeping beauty - she did not offer me an apple (feww).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked down main street one night holding hands with Mickey to get his picture. We had to find a photopass person because our camera had died. He only took pictures with us, and then we got to escort Mickey (well, it was mostly Kelsey) back and he left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and did I mention, we got VIP seating to the show Aladdin. In line we enjoyed a hilarious chat with Roz who ended up being the Geanie's mom. Because of this, we sat with her during the show and got to do a meet and greet with the cast!  I met all my favorite Aladdin characters that you don't usually get to meet. Iago, Geanie, the magic carpet, Jafar......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWK893D1S4I/AAAAAAAAACM/RfXgCKYTO_8/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996683424451458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWK893D1S4I/AAAAAAAAACM/RfXgCKYTO_8/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWK-MknUT5I/AAAAAAAAACU/WIRpI3YdAe4/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998035682676626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWK-MknUT5I/AAAAAAAAACU/WIRpI3YdAe4/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to ride the new Toy Story Mania ride...I love it! I love that in the line you can talk to Mr. Potato head. I got to see the High School Musical 2 Parade, and the new one for the Senior Year movie. I rode space mountain about a dozen times and Screamin' about half a dozen. We even got to ride Tower of Terror in our own elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288760474990175170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVzoYXqY8I/AAAAAAAAADU/I75Y1V5bIb0/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've met all the princesses and even some odd charaters here and there. Cruella is hilarious to talk to her. All she does is insult people. I got attacked by Scully who almost didn't take a picture with me. I was also able to be a junior fire fighter this last trip. well, actually I just got a sticker saying I was because we rode the fire car. Kelsey and I danced infront of the Fire station when the band was out and we recieved a free pin. It is of tinkerbell. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVpoecGItI/AAAAAAAAACs/V0CFWoNz_6g/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288749481503105746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVpoecGItI/AAAAAAAAACs/V0CFWoNz_6g/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVqbux360I/AAAAAAAAAC0/0oXiGANQCf4/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288750362062744386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVqbux360I/AAAAAAAAAC0/0oXiGANQCf4/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I've had an amazing time this year at Disneyland. It ended with this last trip where we got to meet Christmas Mickey and Minnie, who we got pictures with together. We got to see the snow fall (soap spuds) and the light show on the castle. Nothing could hinder my trip, even when I was in as splint because of my broken finger and it rained like cats and dogs on the second day and we had to wear ugly ponchos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288751468950944082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWVrcKQleVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SjFtr0gLIa4/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only disappointment has been that when we wrote dumbo, I didn't get to hold a feather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But we don't talk about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288762113942815826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SWV1Hx8bBFI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zk-I1BaRB6U/s320/104_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-5360879365765614094?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/5360879365765614094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=5360879365765614094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5360879365765614094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5360879365765614094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2009/01/disneyland-disneyland-disneyland.html' title='Disneyland! Disneyland! 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I picked up Natalie and Adam and we drove on over. We had an awesome Hawaiian lunch. Afterward, we split up for teams to play flag football. Natalie and Adam watched from the sidelines as I tried to win some fans with my playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On one such event, I was grabbing for Phil's flag and got his shirt instead. I looked down and realized that something wasn't right with my finger, so I walked off the field. Natalie asked me why I stopped playing and I told her that I broke my finger. Bishop was there and said I probably just dislocated it. After building up courage, I pulled my finger to relocate the joint. It didn't work. I could still feel the joint out of place. So.... we headed off to the hospital. On the way out Brother Sherrill asked me why I wasn't crying. I told him I have a high tolerance for pain. I was wrong. I could feel the pain because of the adrenaline. I felt, correction, feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272052378064894082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SSoXtI_PuII/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q30c8kfONbU/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and of course waited. Then I headed on back. Th nurse asked me a bunch of questions and then said that the doctor would look at my x-rays and then come talk to me. I informed her that I had not gotten x-rays yet. The doctor came in next. I guess there was some hold up at x-ray. He looked at my finger, then bent it. That hurt so so bad. I finally got x-rays and the nurse showed them to me on the computer. Then the doctor came and told me the bad news. I had indeed broken my finger. I had broken off the part of my bone that my tendon was connected to. This is why I could not bend my finger. He then informed me that to fix this I would have to have surgery. The first thing that popped in my head when he said this was "No Disneyland." For those of you who didn't know, I had planned on going to Disneyland for Thanksgiving. I almost started to cry. I love Disneyland and I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271926043577237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SSmkzgWNQWI/AAAAAAAAABk/CyKd0PFvC9M/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Believe it or not, it is even more purple and colorful&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271926752940821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SSmlcy7qjKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ABQzM8XfD0E/s320/IMG_1708b.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So there you have it. After 26 years of a clean record, of no broken bones, it all comes to an end with this; My First Broken Bone. I do want to say that if Natalie and Adam were not there, I would have been a total wreck. They made me want to be more optimistic and happy at the outcome. I think I just didn't want to cry in front of them. Thanks for being there and sticking around. Adam even helped me with my jacket. And without Natalie, there would be not pictures of this event.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271927561645172898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SSmmL3lzqKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4VeH3lcajGo/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-1895771019067980192?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/1895771019067980192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=1895771019067980192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/1895771019067980192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/1895771019067980192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2008/11/showing-you-finger.html' title='Showing you the finger'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SSmkzRm9S1I/AAAAAAAAABc/MsH-jaTLEXU/s72-c/IMG_1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-7262073312537673753</id><published>2008-11-14T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:49:31.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got tagged by Natalie. You know the drill 4th folder 4th photo. Fortunately, I know no one to tag, so you are all off the hook. Here is my photo. It is from when Kelsey and I went and saw the play 42nd street.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268788195622593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SR5-8tzbJGI/AAAAAAAAABE/JAEn6fGm0No/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-7262073312537673753?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/7262073312537673753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=7262073312537673753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/7262073312537673753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/7262073312537673753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SR5-8tzbJGI/AAAAAAAAABE/JAEn6fGm0No/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-660664994970807880</id><published>2008-10-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:38:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is sturdy but it needs you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQKyecUl3UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WocYFBzMFuk/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260963550790540610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQKyecUl3UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WocYFBzMFuk/s200/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last time we waited over three hours and it didn't happen. This time it did, and it made me a believer. Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in San Jose at the Rock Band Live tour. We waited in line, bought some merchandise, and then found a seat. The opening acts were good. First up was The Cab from Las Vegas. They had an interesting sound, but it bothered me that the lead singer did nothing but sing. I thought you had to play an instrument to be in a band. Then out came the Plain White T's. I really enjoyed them. I love their sound and quirky look. Band geek comes to mind. I love it! And then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260964686714299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQKzgj965HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-7-dDryni10/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so cool! I loved the back screen that they played music videos and different things behind the band as they played. I love the video for Thick as Thieves, so it was neat to see the video in the background as they played the song. The last time I had heard Dashboard Confessional it was acoustic, so I was comparing between the two experiences in my mind the whole time. They didn't let me down. Some of the songs were played with a faster tempo, but they still were heart songs. Needless to say, Natalie and I both thought their set was not nearly long enough. I was sad when they walked off the stage. I was sure there would be an encore, but I was wrong. After they finished, we faced a dilemma.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do we stay for Panic at the Disco, or do we try and find Chris Carrabba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took the chance, and left the concert. We came out the doors right next to the exit from the stage. We waited under a street light near where the stage crew was taking their break. We nearly gave up, and then I heard some girls talking about how they had met Chris. I grabbed Natalie and we took off in the direction they came from. I thought that we had missed it. No line, no crowd, no Chris, right? Wrong. I turn my head, and there, out of the corner of my eye, I see him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQK09yOKh9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j8UM_oCbIBg/s1600-h/IMG_2022(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966288268363730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQK09yOKh9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j8UM_oCbIBg/s320/IMG_2022(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was all a daze, a whirlwind of excitement, but here is what I remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I like your shirt. We should have played that song tonight." -- the first thing Chris said to be right before I got a big hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His drummer, Mike Marsh, was out there as well so I introduced myself and shook his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natalie and I got a picture with both of them, but the bodyguard covered the flash with his finger the first time. Natalie had to go help him with the camera, and Chris kept his arm around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart was beating so fast and loud that I'm sure they could hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got to talk to both of them for a while, and they are pretty chill. Even with the relaxed atmosphere, I forgot everything that I had wanted to mention and to talk about. I think I might have been a little star-struck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I marveled in our wonderful luck. I also secretly laughed at all the other fans leaving the concert who missed out on meeting Chris and Mark because they stayed to watch Panic at the Disco. I wanted to point and mock them. I know, immature, but what can I say? That was how I felt. I was a girl who was on top of the world. While I was there I basked in my good fortune while laughing at other "fan's" blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanted to leave you with the video of Dashboard Confessional performing the song Widow's Peak. Unfortunately, the Internet hates me. Better luck next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-660664994970807880?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/660664994970807880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=660664994970807880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/660664994970807880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/660664994970807880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-is-sturdy-but-it-needs-you.html' title='My heart is sturdy but it needs you'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiMWUrcA9fc/SQKyecUl3UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WocYFBzMFuk/s72-c/IMG_1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082413582602250132.post-5634712741819869324</id><published>2008-09-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:48:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succumb to peer pressure</title><content type='html'>I did it! That's it, I'm a blogger. What to say? My friends have been pestering me to get one of these for almost a year. I have lots to say and usually don't know when to stop. Right now I am watching Amazing Race. It is one of my favorite reality shows. You can feel the intense craziness the contestants go through. I love it! I love to watch the competition and the challenges they have to do. Natalie and I have talked about trying out for the show. I heard somewhere that the whole season is taped in just 20 days. Needless to say, I'm a fan. Anyway, I'm sure that you will hear more from me. Until then, Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082413582602250132-5634712741819869324?l=krystalalenehill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/feeds/5634712741819869324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5082413582602250132&amp;postID=5634712741819869324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5634712741819869324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082413582602250132/posts/default/5634712741819869324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystalalenehill.blogspot.com/2008/09/succome-to-peer-pressure.html' title='Succumb to peer pressure'/><author><name>Krystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14545479472855601017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
