<?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-6714443422697617616</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:36:45.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnian in Disguise</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, Narnia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-62786987404756062</id><published>2010-05-07T14:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:15:12.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World</title><content type='html'>Hello, I've finally posted again! Go me :P &lt;br /&gt;So I haven't one bit of inspiration but I just wanted to check on what's been happening in Blogger world.&lt;br /&gt;See you in Narnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-62786987404756062?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/62786987404756062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/62786987404756062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/62786987404756062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello, World'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5431825602667294877</id><published>2009-12-18T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:22:21.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NARNIANARNIANARNIA</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been pretty MIA lately, but since high school started, Facebook has become my higher priority. Lately I've been in the mood to write but haven't had a chance. Between history speeches and English writing, I've had very little extra time. Spending more time with friends has been another relatively new thing for me. I never used to be able to call and ask if anyone wanted to drive over and hang out, but this ear has been completely different. I suppose it's because I'm getting older now, and so I'm just beginning to get used to it. I've finally begun reading the Harry Potter series. The first four have been building up nicely, and the fifth is soon to be added to the "Books Already Read" pile. There's been a bit of controversy over the series, though. My family is Catholic. Before we began reading the books, my mother read to us the section on witchcraft from the Catechism. It warned us of the mistreatment of supernatural things. I was wary while reading the first few, trying not to pollute my mind or anything. Soon those fears wore away, but I've decided to be very careful. Books can grow on people sometimes. Narnia had a very strange effect on me. I always was pining away and giving every thought to anything that reminded me of Narnia. I love Narnia just as much now, but I am certainly no longer obsessed. My mum and I were discussing this not too long ago. I was asking why she didn't mind that I liked Narnia so much, but whenever Harry Potter comes up, she gets upset and kindly begs us to shut up and find a different topic. She doesn't like Harry Potter. I believe she's become sort of bitter about it. I think it's because she's making sure she's not dragged into the "WWHD?" (What would Harry do?) mindset. Sometimes people replace the One who truly matters in the end with a temporary, fictitious character. Harry is casually breaks school rules (oh, horrors), which are amusing. This is obviously not a huge deal, but it's been the only real thing that was strange for me...kind of juvenile. J.K. Rowling leads us to believe he is the protagonist, but we should be careful not to make him the most important thing to us. I guess all I want to say is that Harry Potter is very much different from Narnia. Narnia points us to God. Harry Potter....doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5431825602667294877?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5431825602667294877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/narnianarnianarnia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5431825602667294877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5431825602667294877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/narnianarnianarnia.html' title='NARNIANARNIANARNIA'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-979378722298616161</id><published>2009-12-16T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:18:55.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wallpaper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SyjsQcCqeZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/siUwOfaxdN0/s1600-h/16731_219586850897_6946345897_4182506_5419452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SyjsQcCqeZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/siUwOfaxdN0/s320/16731_219586850897_6946345897_4182506_5419452_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838319062448530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-979378722298616161?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/979378722298616161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-wallpaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/979378722298616161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/979378722298616161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-wallpaper.html' title='New Wallpaper!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SyjsQcCqeZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/siUwOfaxdN0/s72-c/16731_219586850897_6946345897_4182506_5419452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6352337569994257418</id><published>2009-11-05T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:20:54.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Murray, More Commonly Known as "Bobby"</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday, so I suppose an update is due. Tonight, I believe, will be one of the best nights of my life. There are very few things that make me so happy as having a good time with close friends and family. AnnaMarie, Gracia, and their two brothers are coming to town for a visit and I, along with Anna and her younger sister, Pip, and the four of them, are going roller-skating! Anna Marie and Gracia are the sweetest cousins I could ask for, and Anna is my best friend in the world, and only a trip to Narnia could possibly beat that. Edit: A trip to Narnia /with/ them would beat everything! The Skate Fellowship is one of my favorite events. A local Christian Radio station plays Contemporary Christian music to skate by and the ice cream is AMAZING. We've only ever gone as a whole group once before, and that was a blast! This time around, it'll be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school play this year is "A Christmas Carol" (by Charles Dickens, obviously). I have three male roles (argh... gender bending!). I am a London Policeman (Robert Murray, more commonly known as "Bobby"), Businessman (Edmund Turner), and the beaux of one of Mr. Fezziwig's three daughters (Mark Huntington). I loved being able to choose my name, but I wish I could've secured a larger role.&lt;br /&gt;Time is running low, but I have room to finish with One Line.&lt;br /&gt;"When hope is out of reach, take a friend's hand. They will help you find it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6352337569994257418?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6352337569994257418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/robert-murray-more-commonly-known-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6352337569994257418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6352337569994257418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/robert-murray-more-commonly-known-as.html' title='Robert Murray, More Commonly Known as &quot;Bobby&quot;'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2123524863863552434</id><published>2009-10-08T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:35:43.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Line....Thursdays?</title><content type='html'>So Auntie Kate's One Line Wednesdays won't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;But Happy Thursday!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Line for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each nightmare can be turned around: a smile through your tears, the sun in the rain: it'll all come back again."&lt;br /&gt;~Me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2123524863863552434?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2123524863863552434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-linethursdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2123524863863552434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2123524863863552434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-linethursdays.html' title='One Line....Thursdays?'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4702612568185882800</id><published>2009-08-29T14:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:22:40.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook!</title><content type='html'>I now have upgraded my lifestyle......I'm on the one and only.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Facebook!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo I don't know if I'll post as much any more but I'll get a word or two in edgewise once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4702612568185882800?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4702612568185882800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4702612568185882800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4702612568185882800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook.html' title='Facebook!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5631908600798736925</id><published>2009-08-19T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:34:09.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barlow Can You Go?</title><content type='html'>I went to a concert on Sunday night. The concert featured a GREAT band called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuOutWoaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RMxF1v2TXTg/s1600-h/barlowgirl-logo-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371860023625818530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuOutWoaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RMxF1v2TXTg/s320/barlowgirl-logo-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sister act and a TOTALLY Christian band. Their songs are amazing. People really need to start taking Christian singer/songwriters seriously. They have AMAZING MUSIC. I'm sick and tired of people putting Christian bands down. Their songs actually say something. So DEAL WITH IT!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuBA_1IXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/akHaIhpGZYw/s1600-h/SDC13887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859788016984434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuBA_1IXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/akHaIhpGZYw/s320/SDC13887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa Barlow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25-ish&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Piano, Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauren Barlow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23-ish&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Drums, Shaker, Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebecca (Becca) Barlow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 29&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Guitar, Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them write their songs together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuBr1MBkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fu4DIS1JfjY/s1600-h/SDC13894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859799515072066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuBr1MBkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fu4DIS1JfjY/s320/SDC13894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're always making jokes and laughing with one another. They've got a great relationship with eachother and the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One song they sang for us was totally exclusive. They had NEVER sang it to anyone but eachother, and on Sunday night, WE WERE THE FIRST TO HEAR IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our Worlds Collide" is a really great song with a happy tune.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuAzFdDnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WbGJRhYPFd8/s1600-h/SDC13898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859784282476146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuAzFdDnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WbGJRhYPFd8/s320/SDC13898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: up close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there wer the dart wars. These were urm...interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Here, cousin Brandon poses intensely with his dart gun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuCEy-WmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7STrQXAPXy0/s1600-h/SDC13952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859806216673890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuCEy-WmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7STrQXAPXy0/s320/SDC13952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we take a detour back to Camp Freedom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself and AnnaMarie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuAk0W2BI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dT5BdLmQ6jk/s1600-h/SDC13853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859780452669458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuAk0W2BI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dT5BdLmQ6jk/s320/SDC13853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnnaMarie is soooo gorgeous.....*sigh*...how does she do it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must go and greet the Chivalrous Camper, who has just come in, now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO PIP!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6714443422697617616-5631908600798736925?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5631908600798736925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/barlow-can-you-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5631908600798736925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5631908600798736925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/barlow-can-you-go.html' title='Barlow Can You Go?'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SoyuOutWoaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RMxF1v2TXTg/s72-c/barlowgirl-logo-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3379441387040257003</id><published>2009-08-10T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:25:07.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3, continued....</title><content type='html'>We last left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was a peaceful one. The sun aroused itself slowly, plodding up into the sky. I smiled to myself as I woke. Mother's reassurance had been worthwhile. Dressing quickly, I practically hopped out of my cabin, tying my hair back with an indigo ribbon as I went. The shouts of sailors, lapping of the waves, and all manner of sea sounds flooded my ears as I walked briskly to the room I knew the rest of my family was inhabiting. Flinging open the door, I forgot all about my hopes of princessly behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning!" I greeted both my mother and brother cheerily. "Where's Father? Can I speak to him?" I questioned eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;"May I," Mother scolded gently.&lt;br /&gt;"May I speak to Father?" I was tapping my foot gently on the floor in impatience.&lt;br /&gt;"He's expecting you in the other room, dear. Slowly, now, El..." I barely heard her. I did, however, open the door calmly. Father was seated at his desk, about to seal the envelope of a letter I assumed he had just written.&lt;br /&gt;"Father! Good morning!" I threw my arms around him. "Mother says you've been expecting me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dear, I have. Your mother informed me of your desires. I believe I have a solution for you," He smiled as I listened attentively. "I have just sealed a letter to be sent as soon as we stop again to restock our food and water supply. This letter is to go to the head of my future army. In his spare time, you will learn to use a sword from him, as long as he consents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Father, really? The head of the army? You mean it?" I was fairly bursting with joy. I threw my arms around my father (gently enough, desptite my eagerness) and his whiskers brushed my face gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on, now, Elwen, I believe you might want to walk on the deck this morning. It's gorgeous tonight." With a smile, he set the letter down close to his inkwell, and I practically waltzed out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On deck, I stood as close to the extreme prow as I could without bothering any sailors. That's when I saw Kip coming toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "G'mornin, El," came the casual greeting. "How might you be today?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    "I'm in a glorious mood, Kip! The water is so calm today, is it not? I've been just drinking in some sea air. Lovely stuff. And yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I'm feelin' just ship-shape this morning, I surpose. My, yer quite chipper, and ya got a twinkle in them dark eyes o' yers. What's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      " I told you once that my father would certainly allow me to handle a sword desptie my title, correct? Well, today he wrote a letter to the leader of the Narnian army, and he's to give me lessons on swordplay! That's why I'm so happy this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "That's mighty fine news fer ya, El. Sailor's luck to ya." He saluted smartly, making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     "I suppose a sailor's luck is rather good, then?" Appearing to be greatly offended, he stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Why, the best luck you'll find as far as the edges of the earth, Princess!" I smiled...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONCE AGAIN, our program will be interupted by a parental figure insisting that I get off the computer. So, begging your leave..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3379441387040257003?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3379441387040257003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3-continued.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3379441387040257003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3379441387040257003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3-continued.html' title='Chapter 3, continued....'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-59291599728061427</id><published>2009-08-09T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:38:09.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reepicheep's Chivalry</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke to my brother's face peeping in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're awake!" he said (rather triumphantly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmphh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on; it's 10:00. Get up!" he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...fine..." I began groggily as I began to actually wake up. Then things took a whole new turn as he began to stare at my bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still don't know where you hid your diary! Last time it was in pretty plain sight!" Pip mused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to read my diary anyway? There's nothing new since you last found it," I was not extremely distressed, because I know exactly where it is and he'll never find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You won't tell me anything, so I have to read about it-if I ever find it,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not true! I tell you lots of stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not the stuff you write in your diary," he countered. "I'll find it soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Look around, then." I sat propped up by my pillows and watched, bemused, as he searched without result. He didn't find it (thank goodness!!!!). He'll never ever find it, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later today we took him to "Chivalry Camp", where he'll hang out with other guys and hopefully learn that it's really not the most chivalrous thing to do to search your sister's room for her diary.&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, led me to think of dear little Reepicheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do believe courageous, courteous, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chivalrous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;might more benefit a knight of Narnia," is his way of putting things.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say the world could use some Reepicheeps (though not too many or the world would be overrun with valiant but extremely pompous little people).&lt;br /&gt;Helping with night raids on an evil king's castle wouldn't befit most people, but it might just whip some of us into shape!&lt;br /&gt;Pip is very dear to me, and he mostly means well. I can't blame him for wanting to get some attention from an older sister. The only problem is that I'm really not much older than him. He's 355 days younger than me: 10 days shy of a year. I can't hold his hand and teach him things (I'm known to be a bit motherly to him...that's not recieved well) like I'd enjoy doing, because he's not a little kid. He's a kid, just not a little one.&lt;br /&gt;Which is another reason why I think Narnia would do us all some good. It doesn't force children to become adults or force them into adult situations. It simply prepares us for the road ahead. Most children and/or teens could imagine themselves fighting bravely for a beloved country. I know I could see myself doing the like. The only problem is that I don't believe there's any honour whatsoever in riflery and machine guns. Whatever happened to knowing exactly who you're fighting and why? I'd rather give a man/woman a fair fight. They deserve life just as much as we do. So I give Reepicheep a strong round of applause for his efforts in the ways of chivalry. I might be viewed as "old-fashioned" for that reason, but it's worth it to know that in Narnia, progress is/was viewed as something Caspian had seen in a bad egg (if you've read VDT extensively, you know exactly what I'm talking about). Not all progress, just most progress. The computer I'm using has its uses, but who knows: if no one had discovered electricity, no one would care if there were computers or not. There would be a stronger love of family and friendships, honour, chivalry, and justice. I may be going a bit deeper than usual, but sometimes it's necessary to tell the world exactly what you think. Even if on;y one person in the entire universe has even glanced at it, it feels good to express what you're feeling every once and a while. Wow. All this comes from a kid looking for his sister's diary. And life is feeling great right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-59291599728061427?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/59291599728061427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/reepicheeps-chivalry.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/59291599728061427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/59291599728061427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/reepicheeps-chivalry.html' title='Reepicheep&apos;s Chivalry'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-981422018952213343</id><published>2009-08-08T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:43:13.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Run</title><content type='html'>I'm back, and I'm happy! I was visinting my cousins (Gracia and Anna Marie) at their home in the middle of nowhere!!! Not really, they live really close to a popular amusement park in an two hour radius from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at "Camp Freedom" in the afternoon and go to dinner at one of their friends' homes. They're Menonites and most Menonites make good food. These guys made the BEST FOOD EVER! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;After dinner came a few games off wiffle ball, which was awesome because my team was great. Except Joe kept hitting foul balls.&lt;br /&gt;After that, it began to get dark, so I suggested a game of "Lurking Turkey". This game is SOOO fun to play in the dark. It's a twist on hide-and-seek, WITH TURKEY NOISES!!! It was so funny to the adults that were around because whoever was it had to yell "Calling All Turkeys!!!" and everyone else had to gobble wherever they were...yepp....good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Mount "G", we'll call it. It's this place with a lake-ish pondy thing and you swim...not sure how to explain it. I got the most horrible sunburn on my back. Thankfully it's almost gone now. And then we went to a certain "J-Shop" for ice cream. Yummy!!!! AND JOE DIDN'T GET TO FINISH MY ICE CREAM FOR ME THIS TIME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;"H-Park" was great! We played the turkey game on th "B-walk" and it was reallly awesome. My brother and Joe got FRONT SEATS on a really new rollercoaster there. The one that took 45 minutes for us to get up to the seats. Yeah....that's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Josh left us to go on a camping adventure. Fun......&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us were left to enjoy the peace and quiet (haha jkjkjk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;I helped Anna Marie bake for a bakesale! That was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Gretchen, we all know you're a mother hen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day six&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Blasting contemporary Christian music with the bass turned up all the way on the way home from bowling and a buffet restraunt was the highlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day seven&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;"Parting is such sweet sorrow..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ended the well antcipated trip.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was sword-fighting madness with some friends. And no one's lip was cut this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so life has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not good at marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you must pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I bid adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-981422018952213343?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/981422018952213343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-run.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/981422018952213343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/981422018952213343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-run.html' title='Freedom Run'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8596445714159766565</id><published>2009-07-24T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:31:51.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Carnage: Cookie Style</title><content type='html'>NO I DIDN'T FORGET TO GREASE THE PAN, ANNA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll...it goes like this. I wanted to make cookies for the youth group pool party tonight. So I got out the necessary ingredients. I was to make my friend Jenni's favorite oatmeal cookies. Then I realized I was a bit short on oats. I thought there could possibly be just enough...and proceeded to make the cookies. I determined the batter was really good, so the cookies would be too. Tossing my first two sheets of cookies in, I waited the necessary 15 minutes. At the timer's beep, I dutifully opened the oven to a mess of melted-together-oat-and-chocolate cookies. After separating the blob into sections, I planned to pass them off as cookie bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-fP8PDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fcDh125zgNo/s1600-h/Beautiful+Carnage+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122469622430770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-fP8PDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fcDh125zgNo/s320/Beautiful+Carnage+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV_R1aHvI/AAAAAAAAAas/azrRf5GNjTY/s1600-h/Beautiful+Carnage+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122483201351410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV_R1aHvI/AAAAAAAAAas/azrRf5GNjTY/s320/Beautiful+Carnage+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation grew dim as I realized I had lots of batter left. After most of them came out, I began to lose nerve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-pegZCI/AAAAAAAAAac/fpm_vJTwOjM/s1600-h/Beautiful+Carnage+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122472367875106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-pegZCI/AAAAAAAAAac/fpm_vJTwOjM/s320/Beautiful+Carnage+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-pFm2qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VUlvbyrmBS8/s1600-h/Beautiful+Carnage+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122472263441058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-pFm2qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VUlvbyrmBS8/s320/Beautiful+Carnage+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone call from my mum revealed that there had been a huge bag of oats in the freezer that I could of used. My sad plight....pity me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-wFgk0I/AAAAAAAAAak/b392W_QfkPM/s1600-h/poorpip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122474142077762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-wFgk0I/AAAAAAAAAak/b392W_QfkPM/s320/poorpip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope...sorry Pip. I guess you'd like to settle for...uh....cookie bars???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a "crummy" experience...*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes...we can't forget my newest segment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Things That Occur Due To Boredom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoZZ-Vf0aI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vvAXvokHA-8/s1600-h/theguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362126240358584738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoZZ-Vf0aI/AAAAAAAAAa0/vvAXvokHA-8/s320/theguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have posted soooo much earlier, but these are the guys that got to go to a singing exhibition along with myself and 5 other girls. Good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get in a laugh, Anna; these are the guys we'll be hanging out with in High School :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright...that's all for now. I'll see Anna tonight!!!!!!!&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/6714443422697617616-8596445714159766565?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8596445714159766565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-carnage-cookie-style.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8596445714159766565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8596445714159766565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-carnage-cookie-style.html' title='Beautiful Carnage: Cookie Style'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmoV-fP8PDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fcDh125zgNo/s72-c/Beautiful+Carnage+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4629226361687674125</id><published>2009-07-19T14:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:43:59.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore, MD</title><content type='html'>I was in Baltimore this weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!! Great times, great times....&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy these great pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNsCnvb07I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SplGiKjelKA/s1600-h/el+and+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360246773784499122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNsCnvb07I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SplGiKjelKA/s320/el+and+cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get from place to place we took a Water Taxi. Very fun...much better than other taxis. Here we are waiting for the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWso392I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0w1RLa83N9w/s1600-h/epic+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248218208171874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWso392I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0w1RLa83N9w/s320/epic+brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother enjoying the Water Taxi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuwySNXaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/A99UeSs7LWc/s1600-h/stamped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249765911944610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuwySNXaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/A99UeSs7LWc/s320/stamped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stamped so that we could have an all-day pass. Very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuwsMfwOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mv5zC7wa23s/s1600-h/rusty+scupper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249764277371106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuwsMfwOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mv5zC7wa23s/s320/rusty+scupper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stop along the way was the "Rusty Scupper". Although we didn't frequent it, we were amused by it's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuxBuiMyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/50bojWlwW7w/s1600-h/tugboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249770057282338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNuxBuiMyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/50bojWlwW7w/s320/tugboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were three tugboats docked on the waters. I had never seen an actual tugbaot before, so that was a first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWlYpO8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/OCw16VWJHeo/s1600-h/oysters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248216261049282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWlYpO8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/OCw16VWJHeo/s320/oysters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, we made a stop in Little Italy. "La Tavalo" was an excellent "ristaraunte" and they make amazing gnocci! This picture is of a mural on the side wall of a seafood restraunt nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the world my oyster???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtVxYPeEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_3p4aoEa-Vs/s1600-h/carved+lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248202300717122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtVxYPeEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_3p4aoEa-Vs/s320/carved+lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was intent on enjoying the arts, which we did, at Walters Art Museum. I found these lions carved into EVERY doorway. I think I felt at home at that point :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWDnU8AI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oQmbaFpYK4I/s1600-h/jpII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248207195828226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtWDnU8AI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oQmbaFpYK4I/s320/jpII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the museum, we came upon Baltimore's prayer garden, specially for the late Pope John Paul II. A beautiful statue caught my attention...you saw it right up there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtXO_BBhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wH8zsznB_tg/s1600-h/yummmyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248227427845650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNtXO_BBhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wH8zsznB_tg/s320/yummmyyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last stop was at this gelato place. One word: Spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Chocolate with chocolate chips and a custardy flavor called Crema. Yummmmy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmOhF5CkZMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ncwrzt-z71E/s1600-h/diet+coke+rox!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360305104084034754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmOhF5CkZMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ncwrzt-z71E/s320/diet+coke+rox!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Toast to Baltimore!!!! YAYYYY!!!!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4629226361687674125?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4629226361687674125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/baltimore-md.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4629226361687674125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4629226361687674125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/baltimore-md.html' title='Baltimore, MD'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SmNsCnvb07I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SplGiKjelKA/s72-c/el+and+cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4647428167216129043</id><published>2009-07-14T20:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:14:50.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>So. Nothing going on here. At least nothing to get me going...I NEED INSPIRATION!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.....just...LOOK AT PICTURES. NOW! hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...if you want to, they're right...&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;...here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0sSxdgF9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/imLVZysoYYs/s1600-h/100_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358487832667101138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0sSxdgF9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/imLVZysoYYs/s320/100_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to provoke poor dear Lady Anna...but this was at a wedding and I guess Daddy and I felt like showing off our mad dance skills ("A One, Two, Three, Fooooooouuurr!! A one, two, three, four...." *for Anna's amusement :)* ). This was last summer. Kinda fuzzy, but it'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0lfA0KFNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4zGW5E5YKjw/s1600-h/100_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358480346365695186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0lfA0KFNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4zGW5E5YKjw/s320/100_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A screen capture of the well-known play produced by 'Our Cousin Homeschooled Us For A Day Inc." It is. None other. Than.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Oregon Trail"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ooohs and aaaaahhhhs heard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes. Good times....good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0nZ6z04ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kgDsMzwyDC8/s1600-h/100_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358482457877602706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0nZ6z04ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kgDsMzwyDC8/s320/100_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young Gracia, Myself, and Anna Marie (who looked sooo pretty that day... *sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trip down memory lane.... ah, yes. "The Mother Goose Tradgeties" was a hit at the ol' 4th o' July family picnic! A PJMR production: our best and most recent. Three years...ago....I was sooo little......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0pG5fbmhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EPIGaxMqXNA/s1600-h/100_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358484330129365522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0pG5fbmhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EPIGaxMqXNA/s320/100_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday many years ago...ok, like 3...but I've changed sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0qCg7DtMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xOUNw9HWjLo/s1600-h/100_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358485354326504642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0qCg7DtMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xOUNw9HWjLo/s320/100_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And much more recently, this is a typical pose of mine...I can't choose the right book!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. A nice little look at my childhood. Fun, right! That took a long time to find all the right pictures. I'm really not that nerdy except when it comes to Narnia. So...yeah. I'm done. See ya!!! &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/6714443422697617616-4647428167216129043?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4647428167216129043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-probably-should-post.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4647428167216129043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4647428167216129043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-probably-should-post.html' title='A trip down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sl0sSxdgF9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/imLVZysoYYs/s72-c/100_1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4033401415660079423</id><published>2009-07-09T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:30:43.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Georgie's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlaZf14Rz4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/81w9QCFMA88/s1600-h/potentialpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356637579121905538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlaZf14Rz4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/81w9QCFMA88/s320/potentialpeace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this a couple minutes ago...amazing, right?!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's one of my best, personally...............&lt;br /&gt;I made it just for Georgie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday for the Zillionth time, dear!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4033401415660079423?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4033401415660079423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-honor-of-georgies-birthday.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4033401415660079423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4033401415660079423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-honor-of-georgies-birthday.html' title='In Honor of Georgie&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlaZf14Rz4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/81w9QCFMA88/s72-c/potentialpeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5783999382380059023</id><published>2009-07-09T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:11:12.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGIE WE LOVE YOU!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Gerorgie's 14th birthday, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves Georgie (I think...who wouldn't!?), so obviously this is a very special day for the entire world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could pronounce this day "Georgie Henley Day" or something. That would be amazing. I can't really celebrate at the moment, but later I want to make a cake or something, just for her...but does anyone know if Georgie likes chocolate? Ohhhh wait she does because the "tea" she drank in Mr. Tumnus's cave was really hot chocolate: "...the &lt;em&gt;BEST &lt;/em&gt;hot chocolate!!!" as she would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, chocolate cake is on the dessert menu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could read this...oh, well. maybe she;ll come across it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Georgie,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I already know you! You're an amazing actress, and you've opened my world to all the amazing things that can happen in life. I'm only a month or two younger than you, but I look up to you a bit. You are sooo inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes in everything you undertake. You're a lovely young lady and please stay that way! I am a huge fan, and although you've got so many of those, I wish I could stand out somehow. I probably can't be in a Narnia movie since I'm from the States (I'm working soooo hard on the accent, but I don't think it'll work...), but maybe I'll try out for Jill Pole if the movies are still being made. Sooo...I love you and you're so awesome, Georgie dearest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Elwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5783999382380059023?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5783999382380059023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/georgie-we-love-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5783999382380059023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5783999382380059023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/georgie-we-love-you.html' title='GEORGIE WE LOVE YOU!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5423929993378755620</id><published>2009-07-08T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:29:47.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post Just to Make People Happy!</title><content type='html'>Very very little time!!! Not enough time to really say much...........&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout a poem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 5&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Already start to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles are big but your heart is bigger&lt;br /&gt;Taking up the space inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 8&lt;br /&gt;Imagination's been locked up&lt;br /&gt;Now you take the key to unlock your fate&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are wise but your heart is wiser&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that never is worse than being late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 12&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments and praise&lt;br /&gt;You've read all the books on the shelves&lt;br /&gt;Your mind becomes strong but you heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;As into the story you deeply delve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 16&lt;br /&gt;Expectations not quite met&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand what the world brings&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are keen but your heart is keener&lt;br /&gt;Finding earthly treasures unclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 21&lt;br /&gt;Love and loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Married, you now have a son&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are bright but your heart is brighter&lt;br /&gt;The gift of life has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 52&lt;br /&gt;Who says you're little now?&lt;br /&gt;All your time is spent finding something else to do&lt;br /&gt;Your love so burning your heart catches fire&lt;br /&gt;You want to forge the world anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 69&lt;br /&gt;Your days are flying past&lt;br /&gt;You always knew there's only so much time&lt;br /&gt;Your ambitions are gone but your heart hangs on&lt;br /&gt;A voice tells you not to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, 83&lt;br /&gt;You had everything figured out&lt;br /&gt;There was a life to live, and now you're free&lt;br /&gt;You move slowly but your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;You now always think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You're there&lt;br /&gt;Can you come home?&lt;br /&gt;You've always believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You always prayed&lt;br /&gt;You're there&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You're closer&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;br /&gt;You're mine&lt;br /&gt;My child&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyy!!!!! How was it? It took longer than I thought and I really don't know what made me think of it so don't bother asking about that. When I write poetry, I write what I feel. When it started, I was going to write a tribute to Georgie Henley, but as you can see, that idea was left in the dust. Tomorrow, though, I plan to write something in honor of her 14th birthday!!!!!!!!So...stay tuned. Anna's going to have a lot to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 Narnia &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken a very very very long time ago but I love it so enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;I wonder if Gracia or Anna Marie can recognize themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlUA63ra_AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uf5EnAky2Zw/s1600-h/0522071451a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356188343205559298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlUA63ra_AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uf5EnAky2Zw/s320/0522071451a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5423929993378755620?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5423929993378755620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-post-just-to-make-people-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5423929993378755620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5423929993378755620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-post-just-to-make-people-happy.html' title='Short Post Just to Make People Happy!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SlUA63ra_AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uf5EnAky2Zw/s72-c/0522071451a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3871234303254940960</id><published>2009-06-13T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:35:58.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scroll Down a bit for the first little peek of CHAPTER 3!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's not very good&lt;br /&gt;It's not really done&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to do&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotta run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey...pretty good for a ten second improv....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3871234303254940960?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3871234303254940960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/scroll-down-bit-for-first-little-peek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3871234303254940960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3871234303254940960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/scroll-down-bit-for-first-little-peek.html' title='Scroll Down a bit for the first little peek of CHAPTER 3!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4718947526282794836</id><published>2009-06-09T11:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:17:20.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting there.....</title><content type='html'>I've finally begun to write chapter 3 of Yellow Rose. I have like 4 paragraphs....so I'm not going to post them yet, you'll just have to wait. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi is sure going to have to catch up on a lot. She's been absent for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 WEEKS!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...I think GNO (Girls' Night Out) this year will be a blast. The only problem is that every year, a girl in the group moves away...*sigh*. Emma will be missed by just about everyone...excluding my brother. I don't think he likes her very much. Soooooo....I've spent my ENTIRE WEEKEND WITH ANNA!!! Friday I saw her for like 2 seconds after a church thing. Saturday we sat together at church, and Sunday was her Grad party. Yesterday, of course, was GNO. I wish it could be like that all the time...*another sigh*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on..........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6GDiNPNtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E0oRJGjqaCE/s1600-h/fouramazingpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345357203015415506" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6GDiNPNtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E0oRJGjqaCE/s320/fouramazingpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made another thingy...but I don't believe it's wallpaper compatible. Oh well. Now it's time for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMPARE AND CONTRAST!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the two pictures. One is obviously a promo pic, the other is a candid. Comment about the similarities and differences in the two pictures. Remember: Don't be quick to make judgements. Things may not be as they appear...MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! jkjkjkjk....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6H-Kzs-dI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vDxmKH-FKeo/s1600-h/georgie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345359309858208210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6H-Kzs-dI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vDxmKH-FKeo/s320/georgie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6J5XXRn4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/10aSSJpKSUo/s1600-h/JOANNAKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361426352545666" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6J5XXRn4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/10aSSJpKSUo/s320/JOANNAKS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgie?                                  and                               Georgie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world may never know!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun!!!!!!! I MISS VIOLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/6714443422697617616-4718947526282794836?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4718947526282794836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-there.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4718947526282794836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4718947526282794836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-there.html' title='I&apos;m getting there.....'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Si6GDiNPNtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/E0oRJGjqaCE/s72-c/fouramazingpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8484785040884220994</id><published>2009-06-09T10:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:33:57.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was a peaceful one. The sun aroused itself slowly, plodding up into the sky. I smiled to myself as I woke. Mother's reassurance had been worthwhile. Dressing quickly, I practically hopped out of my cabin, tying my hair back with an indigo ribbon as I went. The shouts of sailors, lapping of the waves, and all manner of sea sounds flooded my ears as I walked briskly to the room I knew the rest of my family was inhabiting. Flinging open the door, I forgot all about my hopes of princessly behaviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good morning!" I greeted both my mother and brother cheerily. "Where's Father? Can I speak to him?" I questioned eagerly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"May I," Mother scolded gently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"May I speak to Father?" I was tapping my foot gently on the floor in impatience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He's expecting you in the other room, dear. Slowly, now, El..." I barely heard her. I did, however, open the door calmly. Father was seated at his desk, about to seal the envelope of a letter I assumed he had just written. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Father! Good morning!" I threw my arms around him. "Mother says you've been expecting me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, dear, I have. Your mother informed me of your desires. I believe I have a solution for you," He smiled as I listened attentively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now...I'm at a sllooooooowwwww pace. I'm reallyreallyreally sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy about one thing though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen Ray follows my blog!!!! Wooohooo!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Gracia's friend, Gretchen's sister...and I kinda killed her on her trampoline several years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Soooooosoooosoooooo sorry, Jen. I really didn't mean it...I'm not even sure if you remember it! That was a while ago...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenni T. also follows my blog now! I am soooo thrilled: The newest up and coming famous actress is following my blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellllll...that's a stretch, considering she's my next door neighbor.....*sigh*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's amazing though, so visit her blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe I've had a chance to visit Jen Ray's blog...I don't know the web address...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you comment, please add a link to your blog, dear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooooo that's all. I guess. Make a screen name on thelionscall.com/chat.cfm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My screen name is "elwenKirke", so you can't miss me. Maybe we'll get lucky and be on at the same time. It's a lot of fun, and it's totally clean. I LOVE it. See ya later, guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;heheee I love this pic of Anna!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SjRSgPKMygI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Srx7Zri2UdI/s1600-h/Annaishiding....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346989371374225922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SjRSgPKMygI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Srx7Zri2UdI/s320/Annaishiding....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a recent "Photoshoot" picture of yours truly ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SjRTHF_PndI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kCqwzN17LmY/s1600-h/elswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346990038927252946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SjRTHF_PndI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kCqwzN17LmY/s320/elswing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know.....pretty amazing......&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/6714443422697617616-8484785040884220994?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8484785040884220994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8484785040884220994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8484785040884220994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SjRSgPKMygI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Srx7Zri2UdI/s72-c/Annaishiding....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1004370236776550527</id><published>2009-06-03T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:00:21.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where</title><content type='html'>WHERE IS VIOLA?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have to say, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been gone for almost a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...just nothing else to do.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1004370236776550527?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1004370236776550527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/where.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1004370236776550527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1004370236776550527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/where.html' title='Where'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-710745224464681637</id><published>2009-06-02T19:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:12:51.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was the LION!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiWxkvhYeZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vLjj2Y2Tes0/s1600-h/iwas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342871777734850962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiWxkvhYeZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vLjj2Y2Tes0/s320/iwas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think this fits as a wallpaper, but this was all I had time to accomplish today....sadly. I NEED TO WRITE MORE YELLOW ROSE!!!!! AAAAAAAAACKK!!!!! notimenotime....school's over this Friday, so that's good. Maybe then I'll actually have a portion of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-710745224464681637?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/710745224464681637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-lion.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/710745224464681637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/710745224464681637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-lion.html' title='I was the LION!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiWxkvhYeZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vLjj2Y2Tes0/s72-c/iwas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5527019237825234903</id><published>2009-05-30T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:50:28.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Used To Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiGo5yeXXyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FZfIkLo1tk/s1600-h/littlelucypicnik!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736343793262370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiGo5yeXXyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FZfIkLo1tk/s400/littlelucypicnik!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest masterpiece, which happens to be one of my favorites so far. This bit of Narnia fan art is truly phenomenal...I LOVE it!!! I hope you do too! My genius is unmatchable...no doubt about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't draw this amazing picture, but a very talented artist has my thanks. His/her (I'm not sure which) signature is in the bottom left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, dear friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5527019237825234903?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5527019237825234903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-used-to-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5527019237825234903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5527019237825234903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-used-to-dance.html' title='They Used To Dance'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SiGo5yeXXyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FZfIkLo1tk/s72-c/littlelucypicnik!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-7913758989838971423</id><published>2009-05-26T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:35:57.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooooooo tired.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude the last post, I had a lovely time with my cousins, despite the circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Wall of Randomness has been tsaken down, my room is being repainted and redecorated. This is a picture of some of its last days...sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShyJoKCd-EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uYwuLei8mRw/s1600-h/Saufleys+are+AMAZING+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340294581137045570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShyJoKCd-EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uYwuLei8mRw/s320/Saufleys+are+AMAZING+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goal was to fill the entire wall. As you can see, I only covered about 1/2 to 3/4 of it. I had so many things up on my wall. Family pictures, favorite calander shots, and of course, NARNIAN PICTURES!!! I hadn't time to put on very many, but on the smaller side of the mirror you can piont out some black and white photos. I hate my printer...terrible ink coverage.....grrrrr....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was SO proud of myself, and now....sniffle...sob....it's gone. My new and improved room will be more sophistacated and grown-up, though, so no worries. I have pictures, and all of the wall's contents are now stroed on a Tupperware container. Joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye. I neeeeed to sleeeeep!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7913758989838971423?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7913758989838971423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7913758989838971423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7913758989838971423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShyJoKCd-EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uYwuLei8mRw/s72-c/Saufleys+are+AMAZING+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8523556809962541102</id><published>2009-05-21T17:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:51:34.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXTNg-c1XI/AAAAAAAAASc/w6eqJ9VMxgU/s1600-h/ElwenKirke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338405162461222258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXTNg-c1XI/AAAAAAAAASc/w6eqJ9VMxgU/s320/ElwenKirke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably wouldn't believe it, considering how long it's been, but at this very moment, I am rejoicing over my knowledge of a hang-out date with ANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Joe would say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Restarting the fire! Rekindling the flame!" Yeahhh...don't ask. Anna will find out later...I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway: Yellow Rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow Rose is not in progress at the moment, unfortunately. I have had nooooo time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather passed away on Monday, and I had to sing at his funeral this past Wednesday. I'm surprised I made it through without crying. My uncle told me that when I was up at the ambo, he told himself that if I could sing without crying, he could make a rememberance speech without crying. He made it. So yes, though things have been hectic, my AMAZING cousins came to visit for the occasion. Here are some photos.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Gracia/Georgie-look-a-like...Although she really apparently hates it when we call her Georgie...sorry, dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXSUrdXmwI/AAAAAAAAASM/r1a7z-iWcdg/s1600-h/Georgiepose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404186022714114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXSUrdXmwI/AAAAAAAAASM/r1a7z-iWcdg/s320/Georgiepose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Anna Marie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXS3bvMXUI/AAAAAAAAASU/cAVno5s8tRE/s1600-h/AnnaMarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404783097929026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXS3bvMXUI/AAAAAAAAASU/cAVno5s8tRE/s320/AnnaMarie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's soooo gorgeous. I love Gracia and Anna Marie...and Anna....and Viola....your Majesty...heheheeeee.&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/6714443422697617616-8523556809962541102?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8523556809962541102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8523556809962541102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8523556809962541102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive...'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShXTNg-c1XI/AAAAAAAAASc/w6eqJ9VMxgU/s72-c/ElwenKirke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-924489287510471610</id><published>2009-05-18T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:03:35.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE Wallpaper!!!! (No misplaced centaurs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShHNC4EMHLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lv6uwZZV_mQ/s1600-h/luhappylucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337272482704137394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShHNC4EMHLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lv6uwZZV_mQ/s400/luhappylucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this one! My masterpiece.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-924489287510471610?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/924489287510471610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-wallpaper-no-misplaced-centaurs.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/924489287510471610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/924489287510471610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-wallpaper-no-misplaced-centaurs.html' title='MORE Wallpaper!!!! (No misplaced centaurs :)'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ShHNC4EMHLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lv6uwZZV_mQ/s72-c/luhappylucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8946338119267601436</id><published>2009-05-16T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:27:00.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpaper!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sg9nqiOT43I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MBIKAKJvWvA/s1600-h/adventureanddestiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598063896322930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sg9nqiOT43I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MBIKAKJvWvA/s400/adventureanddestiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this awesome wallpaper yesterday! My brother says there are too many words and the centaur is out of place, but I LOVE it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-8946338119267601436?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8946338119267601436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/wallpaper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8946338119267601436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8946338119267601436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/wallpaper.html' title='Wallpaper!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Sg9nqiOT43I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MBIKAKJvWvA/s72-c/adventureanddestiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3819462304720664001</id><published>2009-05-15T10:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:38:45.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d2a58a02416fb9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d2a58a02416fb9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D450C74EC40155A8028BD09A455911D65ED5C98F9.189AD0BBF9208DE339FA2F7E293C6B04A7AD0643%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d2a58a02416fb9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn14hGLFYb0Kb3Q4JcnEhBO3fG28&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d2a58a02416fb9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D450C74EC40155A8028BD09A455911D65ED5C98F9.189AD0BBF9208DE339FA2F7E293C6B04A7AD0643%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d2a58a02416fb9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn14hGLFYb0Kb3Q4JcnEhBO3fG28&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This vid is of my brother and I about 7 or 8 months ago in our basement. This is done to the "Alive Prelude", found in Superchic[k]'s cd, "Rock What You Got". It's the second track. It leads into the great song "Alive". You can tell we were reaaallly bored. It took us several hours to come out with two FULL good takes. Thank goodness I'm covered with that blanket and the lighting is REALLY bad. I had a terrible hair day, so you can't tell (hahaha!!!! YES! I LOVE bad lighting!). So enjoy, if you haven't already. It was a lot of fun. Urm...that's NOT my voice in the movie, thank goodness :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not doing so hot in the fan-fic category. I apologize. Yellow Rose is coming SOOOO slowly, as is UNF3, the supposed "joint-effort" book.....that I haven't contributed to quite yet. *Sigh*....I'm sorry Anna. And Vi. And Anna Marie. And Gracia. And....well I highly doubt Joe really cares to read it, and Patricia's manly man wouldn't care. And urmmmmm maybe Phil has been reading it? And KAT!!!!!! She read it!!! I'm soooo happy she did :). And Gretchen. And Elizabeth, if you've been reading, though since you have a Facebook you might not check my blog so often...so, yeah, apologies to all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to have gone to Virginia over the weekend, but that trip has been cancelled for a heart-breaking reason...My grandfather is battling his second round of brain cancer. He doesn't have much time. I went in to see him the other day. It nearly wrenched my heart out of my chest. His face was expressionless. He can't respond very well. Little grunts are his form of communication at this point. We prayed with him and both Father Weary and Father Lawrence came and gave him the sacrament of Last Rites. As we said a Chaplet of Divine Mercy, I could barely keep myself from sobbing hysterically. Just after the last "Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, Have Mercy on us, and on the Whole World," a great peace came over me, like a breath of fresh air. I heard a sort of echo-y voice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Courage, dear heart."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear I never felt so loved and peaceful in my life. All I could do was let the tears stream down my face as I mouthed "Aslan, Aslan..." over and over. I'm going to cry just recalling it. I glanced up. The door was a few meters in front of me. A great shadow passed it, but no figure went either before it or after it. This wasn't the first time I'd seen a shadow pass by like that. There was one night that I looked out my window and saw the shadow of a slim, tall young man. I blinked, and he was gone. This time I was certain there had to have been something there. The peace that had overcome me.....the love that seemed to envelope me.....it was so real. So pure. So &lt;em&gt;there.&lt;/em&gt; You can't imagine something like it. "I'm either posessed or obsessed," I've said before, but this was to powerfully &lt;em&gt;truthful&lt;/em&gt; to be posession. I know it. I may have the greatest imagination on Earth to have felt that, but it had to have been there. Something............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost envied my grandfather after that. All I could think was &lt;em&gt;Beyond the Shadowlands.......Further up and further in.......My true country.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have touched true happiness. I had just one little taste, but....oh, Heavenly. It WAS Heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is one goal. There is one life. I want to get there somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm never gonna stop until I reach You..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3819462304720664001?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5d2a58a02416fb9c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3819462304720664001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3819462304720664001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3819462304720664001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3189828270982285147</id><published>2009-05-10T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:30:49.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo!</title><content type='html'>Hullo, faithful fans!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you enjoyed the Video of urm...SuperSean.&lt;br /&gt;The "terrorist" was my DLF! Sean is caterpillarman....if you hadn't noticed. There was a bandage on his lip because I had just soundly thrashed him in a swordfight. I kid you not!&lt;br /&gt;I missed his shoulder, and hit his upper lip. It doesn't help that he has braces. This was made just before a blizzard struck in urm...December or January...I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed, before I had deleted them, the comments made by "H". This certain individual has tried to convert Anna and any other reader to the religion of Islam. I left a note to him, advising him to mind his own business. I will NEVER tolerate any such material on this blog. This is a strictly Narnian blog, anyway!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to continue Yellow Rose soon, but time escapes me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the hit single "Paranoia" that Anna says the Joe Bros are coming out with!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! We'll have to see how that works with the chapter, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elwen Kirke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3189828270982285147?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3189828270982285147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/hullo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3189828270982285147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3189828270982285147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/hullo.html' title='Hullo!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-98488637013582722</id><published>2009-05-09T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:21:03.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just testing this out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-297c40bac4ed047b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D297c40bac4ed047b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD2DFE0D1F7C1AA2A4B96002B277559B58282C59.748D1012BE4B16DC555BD5A500B29B45FE90E225%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D297c40bac4ed047b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwmSjafK84tD0R80fPSj1QvNGoc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D297c40bac4ed047b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330093050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD2DFE0D1F7C1AA2A4B96002B277559B58282C59.748D1012BE4B16DC555BD5A500B29B45FE90E225%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D297c40bac4ed047b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwmSjafK84tD0R80fPSj1QvNGoc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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Will or Skandar? Find out here!!!</title><content type='html'>Skandar, your character flirted with his dark side in the first Narnia film. With the new one, William, it's your turn to get moody and angry. Was that good for you?&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: You know, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a great outlet to, um - I mean, I'm not sure if you're aware but sometimes there's a lot of pressure on set. There's a lot of things going on and there's a lot of things you sort of expect of yourself. And you can almost translate that energy, your feeling right then, into the scene. You can use it and fully get angry and fully embrace all of those feelings. It can be quite therapeutic, actually, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd heard you practised in New York for a few months for it all beforehand. That sounds like an exciting thing to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is William Moseley's New York, then? What were your favourite hang outs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: You know, that's a really good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: We do need some unique questions for a change. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Well, I was living in the West Village in New York, and I was working with Sheila Gray who was my acting coach, and doing boxing training in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing in Brooklyn. That's quite butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Yeah. So my favourite hangouts were a club called Salon - I don't think it's called that any more; it's changed to a different club - which is on James Street. We used to go there sometimes. And there's this really good cafe called Domar. And for brunch on Sunday we'd go to this cafe called Cowgirl which was absolutely awesome. It sold southern fried... (SKANDAR GIGGLES) a real southern kind of restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Because you see, Will lives on a farm so he was going back to his roots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, actually, growing up somewhere really rural did you used to yearn to go somewhere urban like New York? Did you long for a city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: He misses his chickens now. He misses his chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Unfortunately I didn't have chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: You DID! You admitted to me you had chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: We had, like, four chickens.I didn't know it was that rural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: (HOOTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went all the way!Up early every morning milking the chickens, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I'm not sure you can milk chickens, but, er... do you know, I was looking forward to going to the city. I was looking forward to seeing somewhere like New York that's a very vibrant, happening place, and especially growing up in that environment, it opens your eyes a little bit more, too. And I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. And I think I'm now going to buy a place in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an urban guy now, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I'm not sure if I'm an urban guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR Urbanised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I've still got my country roots, but I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR (SNORTS SOMEWHAT SARCASTICALLY) Yeah, you definitely do.Do you still need every now and again to be surrounded by hedges and trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Absolutely! Yeah. There's definitely a craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Then he's off on his way to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the film. This one has a darker tone than the first. Does that suit both your tastes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I think the tone is definitely darker, but I think it brings a lot of the old things back from the first film. For me, I love the new, slightly more mature Narnia. It is 1300 years later, and it is a slightly more in-depth film, I think, and the character's more complex, and so is the story. So I think for those slightly older audience members, they can watch it and get a lot out of it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: I think what's great about it is that on one side they've managed to have the dark aspect of it, and at the exact same time they manage to enhance the light, comedy effect. And I feel it's really great because they've got the exact right proportions of the two. And they've mixed them at the right times to equal it out, so, you know, you don't come out of the film scarred for life or anything from this dark atmosphere that's been portrayed. And you have a great time and have some great laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William in Peter Pevensie mode.I'd heard that some of the American religious critics thought it was too dark; and there've been comments like 'they all go to Narnia... and just kill lots of people!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: (LAUGHS) Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: You know what I think's interesting? This film has more of an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do kill a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: We absolutely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: I wouldn't use the word 'kill.' Sort of disarm. Immobilise. Momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With big swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR Arf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I think you're absolutely right that some of the Christian audiences have found it a little bit intense, but at the same time, we're not really making Christian films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Andrew's making a film from his own vision, his own imagination, and I think it makes a better film. I think, you know, it's better to be led by your own intuition than somebody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this film did have less of an obvious religious slant than the first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Mmm......and probably less so than the actual book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skandar, you've said you're an atheist. The first one did have some strong Christian symbolism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was that ever a problem for you? And when you read the books as a child did you even notice all that or did it all go over your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: When I was a child, when I first read it, it completely went over my head. That's what I think is so great about C S Lewis's writing is that while it does have these messages that, you know, I have no problem with at all, it is a very sort of 'take it or leave it' attitude that he's taken. And I think that's what we tried to do with the first film. And what we try to do all the way with these films. This film did very well in Muslim countries so it proves that that aspect isn't vital, and isn't a completely integral part of the film. And it meant that to me, as you said there, with other beliefs, I don't have a problem making this film in any way, shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't around for some of the recent promotional stuff, Skandar, like the Tokyo Premiere which looked quite exciting. Was that because of school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: It's because he's actually racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR Arf! Yes, I can't go. Only England. I'll only talk to people in England. Erm - no. So apparently I'm an atheist, I'm into Darwin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM:...a fascist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: No, I was doing exams. A very boring reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH HOOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Yes, very depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you have just sneaked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Aw, I would have loved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, you did the New York Comic Con, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I did, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect comics myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Do you! Which comics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage British ones mainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BOTH CHEER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big New York Comic Con always looked exciting, but I'd be a bit worried it might be a little too packed with people dressed as Star Wars characters, and all that. What's it actually like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: It is! And between you and me... we were in a fairly nice air-conditioned place, but when you go into where the comic books were, where the Star Wars characters will be walking around, you would have this intense stink of B.O. I mean, I almost couldn't breathe in. (SKANDAR LAUGHS AND GROANS) So for the next one I'm going to bring a gas mask. So even though it is absolutely important and a wonder of the world to go to Comic Con, because it really is like nothing I've ever seen before. Absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the connection between collecting things and not washing, though? How do the two fit together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: They spend all their time looking for stuff and collecting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Exactly - they don't have time! And they think it's all going to rub off on them one day, and if they shower, it'll come off.&lt;br /&gt;"You are actually more nerdy than I am!" "How am I more of a nerd?" etc.Is there anything that you're both nerdy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: I'm a complete and utter nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Yeah, he's the biggest nerd I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: You are actually more nerdy than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: How am I more of a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Because you love schoolwork way more than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: (OUTRAGED) I love... what, you're joking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you both mad about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: He loves tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: He's a big tea man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't collect vintage teabags or teapots, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: No, I wish I did. I can be kind of a nerd about a lot of things. I love films - I can be a little bit nerdy about that. And Sixties music as well, I'm really kind of into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you, Skandar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Ummm - I used to be a very big Star Wars fan when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would have been one of the people at his Comic Con?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Well, I wouldn't have done that myself. But I definitely enjoyed them when I was growing up. And - I don't know. What would classify me as a nerd? I don't know. I think nerds can't recognise their own nerdiness, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you cope not being in the next Narnia, William? Obviously, it gives you the chance to do something new, but some of your mates will be off there making the film without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: We're giving him counselling. Therapy. He's gonna get through it, he's gonna get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: No, I don't think we'll miss being on set. As you know, Anna's not doing it and Andrew's not doing it, and I think it's time to move on. I think I've established everything I can with Peter, I've given him my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to try to do the kind of thing Daniel Radcliffe's been doing - choosing roles that are well away from fantasy to show a broad range...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: Well, I think I'm lucky. I haven't done seven films. I've only done two. And my next film, which will be about the Magna Carta, and slightly bloody, will be along the same kind of lines, but also quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a new film. So that's official?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM: That's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. And in the next Narnia then, Skandar, you should get more of the close-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKANDAR: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute interview that is actually quite RECENT!!! YAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an interview craze, if you hadn't noticed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!! (Vi, Anna, Gracia, AnnaMarie, the crew......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elwen Kirke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7497418024637588555?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7497418024637588555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-nerdier-will-or-skandar-find-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7497418024637588555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7497418024637588555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-nerdier-will-or-skandar-find-out.html' title='Who&apos;s nerdier? 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Find out here!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5508755779577160436</id><published>2009-05-06T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:58:19.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who???</title><content type='html'>A question I have had for a very very very long time is concerning a certain Skandar fan....WHO HAS HAD INTERVIEWS WITH HIM!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is "Rogue"???????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is she so very able to interview Skandar???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reeeeaaaallly loved this interview, but I want to know who Rogue is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was made in 2006 but people still love it (*cough*guilty*cough*).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;1.What is the significance of the necklace you always wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh that! Tilda Swinton gave me that in New Zealand and it’s a greenstone and it’s got like engravings on it which means strength and overcoming life’s difficulties and challenges. Oh and you can’t buy yourself one, you have to get someone else to get you one so Tilda gave it to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2.What’s your favourite band?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm Queen, Outkast, lots of soundtracks, I really love soundtracks oh and Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3.What’s your favourite colour?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Favourite colour? Urm sometimes blue, yeah sometimes blue, yeah mainly blue!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;4.Why were you wearing that purple glove at the Tokyo press conference?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Ah! That glove. (dratted inaudiable bit here – something about chums is all I got). Yeah that conference was the most nerve racking thing I’ve ever done. IF you stand in front of 7,000 people it’s not as bad as that one because there were so many people flashing their cameras and I was like Ahh crap! So yeah….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;5.Have you ever met a fangirl and had a personal conversation with her?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well urm yeh. The last time I spoke to some was like these 3 girls around London. They come and talk to me and I’m always like Ahh and they come over to me and they’re like really cool. And urm yeah they come to my house a lot which is sometimes very odd but yeh, I have conversations with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;6.Would you like to be an only child or do you prefer to have siblings like you did in Narnia and have in real life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I prefer siblings….sister..and when you’re like adults and there’s like someone to have other than just being by yourself. And it was quite cool on the set to have like everyone there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;7.When did you get your braces on? And what colours do you usually wear?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm well I got my braces on about a year ago on Wednesday and I may be getting them off on Wednesday. I can’t wait. At first I tried colours and then I just didn’t because they attract more attention to your braces. Grey is cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;8.What did you have written on your hand at the Empire Awards on last Monday?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm, hang on I think I’ve still got it on my hand. Urm they’re notes, saying I have Mufti Day and doodling. I’ve actually got my name graffitied on my arm!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;9.How many pairs of Converse do you own?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I had the originals, they were my black ones and then they got too old so I spray painted them blue. So I bought another pair and then I’ve got the red pair and then I’ve got these Converse trainers which are kinda like fake Converse and at the moment they’re replacing my normal games kit cos I lost my actual trainers. I always wear the red like never! I’ve worn them twice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;10.What kind of soap do you use?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Soap? I’m just going to have a look. Body shop, my sisters telling me! That’s the bar of soap you find on my sink. I use soap but I’m not like expert on soap. Sorry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;11.What’s your favourite type of cheese?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oo cheese! It’s cool. I like blue cheese, Brie, urm I like cheddar, stilton, yeah Stilton’s good. Oh and with everyone’s name after it you say cheese. So it’s like Nick Cheese and Gordan Cheese and everyone…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;12.Do you think Blue M&amp;amp;Ms taste better than the others?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I’m really big on Smarties and Orange smarties they taste the best.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;13.When you start shaving, will you use an electric razor or a regular one?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm, I actually tried shaving once and used just like a normal razor blade and cut off half my lip and damaged all my skin and it hurt for like 5 days because I didn’t use shaving cream or anything. Won’t be trying that again but I don’t know. Will uses an electric razor, he was like showing off with it in the make-up tent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;14.Boxers or Briefs?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm Boxers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;15.What do you think about at 1.20am?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If I’m at a sleepover, I’m probably calculating how much sleep I’m going to have or just thinking things generally, boring things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;16.Do you have any pets?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yes, I have two cats, kittens, they’re like a year old and ones called Puss and one’s called Boots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;17.What shampoo do you use?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh I don’t know what it’s called. It’s like this yellow orangey one. And it’s just there, in the cupboard. Oh here we go, Citrus Shine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;18.Do you use Lynx or anything like that? (actual question, what do you smell like……..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I did have a bottle but it’s so bad because all of my friends come round and start spraying it all in my room and then I get a lecture and yeah so it always get used up but yeah I have a Lynx thingy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;19.Do you have a middle name?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yes, can’t remember which way it goes round. Ok it’s Skandar Amin Casper Keynes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;20.Does Anna have Myspace?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm I don’t know. I used to have one but I couldn’t get people to leave me alone so I stopped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;21.How do you deal with all the crazy fan girls you have? (from Thomas)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some else does it not me. Sometimes they come to London and try and see me and my friends are like no it’s not him and sometimes they are like yeah it is him! And shouting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;22.Oh and the inevitable, do you have girlfriend/what’s you love life like?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm at this moment and like recently, non existent. But things could change you know but I just like ended something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;23.Why do you hate hugs?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don’t hate hugs! It’s because Will, when he hugs you, tries to suffocate you. He starts squeezing so hard and it’s like OMG. And Anna, she’s like dead patronising, it’s like urgh. And then Georgie is like ah give me a hug. And it’s like OK! And with Andrew all of his long hair sort of gets in the way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;24.Is it true you sleep with a teddy bear?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No! I don’t have any sort of stuff animals in my room. I have some cool stuff but not animals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;25.What’s your favourite TV show?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Family Guy. Yeah it’s amazing. I have all the series on DVD and they’re making a fourth. Yeah Family Guy and Scrubs. Me and my friends are always quoting Scrubs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;26.Where would be your ideal place to live?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some really cool place in the Pacific Ocean or the South of France or Spain. Somewhere hot and by a beach. The thing about England is it’s always rainy and cold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;27.Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm, Jessica Alba is pretty cool. I dunno. I don’t obsess about celebrities like some of my friends do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;28.Do you have a religion and if so what is it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am an Athiest. I know the films really Christian and everything but it doesn’t really affect me. Oh and you know I’m related to Charles Darwin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;29.What’s your favourite meal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Nandos! Nandos is like amazing. And Chinese. And then you’ve got pizza! Urm I’m a fan of Indian food but not like an amazingly big fan. Oh and last one fish and chips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;30.Can you give us some prank ideas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Attacking people from behind when they’re not expecting it! Every time I go to a friends house and if they haven’t realized I was coming, I walk up behind them and it’s all silent and then they will actually jump a mile. Really. They freak out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh and have as much fun as you can in Art with paint. That’s my bit of advice. Just don’t go spreading it on other people’s work. That never really works out too well. It’s fun to chuck it on each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;31.How tall are you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am 5”5 ½, 5”6!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;32.Have you worn this T-shirt? everything that she said really in blue&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh T-shirt woman! What does it mean?! It has something written on it but it’s really confusing I have no idea what it’s on about. Yeah I’ve got and I’ve worn cos you need a white t-shirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;33. Have you ever been to Finland?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;URm no. Sorry. I’ve never been to Finland.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;34. Are you going to Memphis next week?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Am I? I should probably check that. I may be now! Don’t think so but it may be a satellite one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I love how he's all like "Urm, I don't know, let's check the cupboard" and stuff. He gets cuter all the time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Another one is with both the boys from Narnia. This is about the whole producer's niece thing, Anna!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What was the most exciting part about being in this film?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: The free food!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: The battle scene, definitely. I had to gallop a white Spanish horse across the battlefield toward New Zealand’s white snow-capped mountains. That was wonderful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: At first, I was really bad at riding the horse and wondered why he didn’t listen. But then I gained confidence and did some cool rearing stunts on the horses. Sword fighting was cool too. I had wanted to do sword fighting–I saw it on Star Wars and wanted to do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You did this in full suits of armor, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: Yeah. I kept having to get mine refitted because I grew 6-and-a-half inches in the six to seven months we filmed. I’m now rather taller than most people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: It was kinda difficult to do my schoolwork in the armor. To think now that I was once sitting down, doing my English literature in full armor. You didn’t take it off during tutoring because it took such a long time to put it on and off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What’s your favorite creature from the film?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: The Cyclops. They were amazing. They were quite simple but had independent moving eyes that were so realistic, it was amazing. It was a rubbery plastic sort of thing, with one person in it. A really good mask. I had to battle the Cyclops.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: The wolves were really cool. There were about 12 wolves, and they were real. There was one they would let us touch, and I petted it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Were there any on-set romances?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: Will liked the producer’s niece. She was really nice and really cute, which was sort of, “Oooh, tension.” She was told not to come on set for a bit ’cause he was really distracted. They kept saying I had a crush on Tilda [Swinton, who plays the White Witch], and it was really embarrassing. I don’t have a crush on her, but she is really cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do you guys have girlfriends?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: I do have someone special, but I’m not going to reveal who it is. We’ve been together for a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: I recently split up with a girl after about two months. I’m not sad. I’m over it now. It’s cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are you prepared for having female fans flock to you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: I don’t know–it’s really bizarre. I will just take things as they come. I have to take it in my stride and take a few deep breaths and manage it in the most mature way I can. I think that’s probably the best way to deal with it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: This one girl said she saw me in a magazine, and she was asking me all these questions about Will. I told her, “You know, Will has a girlfriend.” She was really disappointed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;William Moseley: I love juggling every now and again. I can juggle sort of anything, really. Anything that needs juggling, I can pretty much get it going. Much to my mother’s objection, I always juggle the fruit in the house. Whenever I see it, I pick it up and juggle it. But I try to be too elaborate or better at it than I am, so I drop it and my mom gets pretty angry with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Skandar Keynes: I can do different things with my tongue, like make it go into four parts. And I can crack my neck and my fingers. When I was young, I fell off a swing, so I have a massive bump on my middle finger that looks weird. I can bend my finger all the way back. The first time, it really hurt, but you sort of get used to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium;"&gt;Juggling??? Ok, a bit weird, but you know....it's Will we're talking about. Now for the one and only "Little Rat" interview!!!!! It's REALLY LONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; 1.Do you have a religion and if so what is it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm I do believe in God but I’m not very religious, I’m…probably Christianity&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2.What is your favourite brand of jeans?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Favourite brand of jeans……probably Sevens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3.What other films have you auditioned for apart from Narnia?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I auditioned for Prince Harry, I auditioned for a film called Goodbye Mr Chips, I auditioned for a film called Lorna Doone. Lots of different things really&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;4.If you weren’t acting, what would you be doing now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Probably be at University now I should imagine. Apart from my exams…I’ll probably stick to acting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;5.Who’s the most insane person in the Narnia cast/crew?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hmm a cross between Georgie and Skandar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;6.Are you looking forwards to filming Prince Caspian?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yes I am. I’m really really looking forward to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;7.Do you think filming LWW will affect your future career as an actor?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm, yeah, dramatically but I think it will affect it for the good. Amazingly, amazingly well. I’m really lucky to be a part of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;8.What was your best/funniest experience on set?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Probably the time, when I told Skandar that sugar-glass was actually edible, he ate it and it turned out that it was silicone. He didn’t like it very much. Quite a good moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;9.What do you think of Skandar’s Check the Gate song?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It’s not really Skandar’s Check the Gate song, it’s everyone’s check the gate song and I do like it. I think it’s very funny-cracks me up. He [Skandar] tried to steal it but it’s not his song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;10.Have you been offered lots of roles since the release of Narnia?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No actually, not that many. Urm I auditioned for a few things but I haven’t really been offered anything. Well, one part.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;11.What’s your favourite band?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Good question. Urm dunno really. I quite like the Bravery. Urm I dunno, there are so many bands I like it’s crazy. I like a bit of the Rolling Stones sometimes. Lots of different types.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;12.Do you ever visit any of your fansites?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sometimes actually, when I want to say thank you to them for doing such an amazing job of keeping up with it, yeah I do then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;13.Who do you think would win in a fight between you and Skandar?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;OMG oo that’s a difficult question. Honestly? Or do I have to like lie? Honestly, I could probably beat Skandar with my arms behind my back, blindfolded and with both my feet tied together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;14.What other works of C.S Lewis have you read apart from Narnia?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I’ve read pretty much all of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;15.If you could play any character from a film, who would it be?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I’d quite like to be Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Quite a good part. Or Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juilet. That would be quite cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;16.What’s your favourite film?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I quite like a film called Apocalypse Now and another film called Leon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;17.Do you have any pets?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah, I have a cat and two goldfish. One’s called Campden [edit:Louise: I THINK thats what he said but I couldn't hear very well.] and one’s called Stroud which are the areas we got them from. Very inventive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;18.Who’s your best friend?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have a very good friend called Charles Blanche (sp?). He’s one of my best friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;19.What shoe size are you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;About an 8 or a 9.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;20.Do you REALLY have a Myspace account?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No. I don’t actually have a Myspace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;21.Do you dance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yes, I love dancing. I dance terribly but I do like to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;22.What shampoo do you use?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At the moment, I’m using Trésemmé. It’s good stuff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;23.If you could live in any other country, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Probably the Carribbean or something like that. Chill out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;24.Do you like Harry Potter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah I do like the stories. I think it’s good. I do like [the films] but I think I’m getting a bit old for them now. They aimed at like kids a bit younger than me but I can still really appreciate them. (goes into random convo – Will starts questioning me!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;25.Have you ever met any famous actors other than the ones you worked with?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I met Dawn French which was quite cool.[talking about Liam Neeson] yeah that was really cool. I did meet Liam Neeson. Nice guy. He is an Irish guy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;26.What’s your favourite scene in LWW?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The battle definitely. [to do and to watch]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;27.What’s your weirdest fan experience so far?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dunno, none of it’s really been that weird. I just feel really lucky that people are really nice to me and stuff about it. People do [run around yelling Narnia] which can get quite annoying. Well anyway it’s fun when they run around shouting “Narnia, Narnia” – that’s fine. When they start shouting “Narnia sucks” and derogatory towards Narnia, that’s when I do get upset.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;28.Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah, always singing. Any type of water on me, I’m always singing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;29.Do you blow dry your hair or air dry it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No neither. Just get a towel and whack it on. I should do [use a hairdryer] shouldn’t I? Or that’s probably a bit pouffy if I did that. They’ll just have to accept me for who I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;30.What’s your favourite subject in school?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I quite like English literature. I have this one really good teacher. She’s really helpful and she has amazing lessons and stimulates my interest for it a little bit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;31.What’s your favourite book?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Probably this one called….I’ve forgotten. I haven’t read it in a while. But it is my favourite book. I quite like Life of Pi [starts discussing with his dad in the background about the book]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;32.What’s your favourite chat-up line?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Definitely, “I’m in Narnia”, nah I’m joking. Definitely not, I’d never use that in all my life. I don’t really do chat up lines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;33.What other party tricks besides juggling can you do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One hand handstands is my other good one. I can do all sorts of stuff and I can do Irish dancing when I get going.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;34.How did you feel about your haircut in the last film and would you trust Adamson near it again?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;NO! No I would never trust that guy near my hair ever again! It will never happen again. I literally…the first thing in the contract, I’m going to have a choice over my hair!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;35.How tall are you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am 5”10 ½ ,very precise. Like 5”11.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;36.What’s with the leather jacket you always wear?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My sister got it for me, it’s really comfortable and I think it’s cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;37.Have you heard of the Willianites?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No. What is that? [I go into lengthy discussion of the Willianites and their origins and the autograph he gave to Izzy and Will asks me if I’m a Skandar or Will fan and insults Skandar BADLY – evil Will!]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;38.Do you like 70s music and if so which song?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Urm Cat Stevens, Simon and Garfunkal, Bob Dylan, Supertramp, I like a bit of that. I do like 70s music, I think it’s cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;39.Do you speak any foreign language?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No, not at all. Terribly. I’m worst certainly in German and stuff like that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;40.Are there any countries that you would like to visit that you haven’t already?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah Germany actually. I’d just like to see it and explore the country.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;41.Were you really showing off your electric razor in the make-up tent during filming?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don’t have an electric razor. Skandar lied.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;42.Do you still see any members of the cast?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah as much as I can really. When I get down to London I can but Georgie lives in Yorkshire so she’s a bit…..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;44.Is there any sort of role you would refuse to play?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Probably not really. If it was a good script and I liked it, why not?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;45.Have you ever Googled yourself?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yeah actually, just to try and get to those fans, those fansites. That’s probably why I do Google myself to get the fansites up. But I did see what people were saying about me and I was terrified.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;46.What’s your general opinion on fangirls?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I like it, I think it’s really nice. I feel kinda honoured actually. Though I don’t know why anyone would want to be a fan of mine but it’s very nice of them and I do appreciate it very much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;47.Do you have any romantic interest in Anna Popplewell?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Uh no, we’re just siblings, I’m afraid, brother and sister, siblings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;48.What’s your favourite TV show?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Quite like The Office but that’s not on anymore. I love The Simpsons. And I really like this show called 24. It’s really really good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;49.Do you play any instruments?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No, I’m afraid not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;50.What’s your favourite colour?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Blue&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;51.What is your middle name?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Peter. My dad’s called Peter, that’s why. My name’s not Thomas or Robert.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;52.Where do you shop?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dunno really. Kinda like vintage stores and Topshop sometimes if I can, HMV, do a bit of H&amp;amp;M shopping, all those kind of places.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;53.What’s the best thing about the USA?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It’s cheaper out there isn’t it? It’s like almost half.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;54.What’s your favourite brand of tea and how much sugar do you put in it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Only half a teaspoon and usually Twinings, well I don’t know actually, Tescos, Lapsang su shong is what we have in the house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;55.What did you do for your birthday?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh I’m going to have some friends over this evening (Saturday) and I had a little family thing which was nice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;56.Do you have a cousin called Molly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No. [Starts talking to parent about tennis]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;57.How did your friends treat you when you came back from filming?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh totally differently. Yeah, they really hated me, they were really horrible to me, yeah they basically just turned on me. They were fine, they were actually really nice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;58.Do you have a girlfriend still?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I’m afraid I’m not allowed to answer that question, I’m under contract from Mickey Mouse. Yes that’s what he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;59.What’s your favourite food?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don’t really have a favourite food. I quite like cereal, Crunchy Nut Cornflakes are my favourite I think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;60.What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hundreds of things I done, millions in fact. There was this really nice woman on the film but she’s quite large and I just said to her “Ahh you’re just like a great big fat cuddly bear” and hugged her. That was quite embarrassing. It wasn’t very good of me. I don’t think she actually knew or paid attention so just turned a blind eye.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;61.Have you ever broken any bones?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No, touch wood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;62.What was the last film you saw?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was watching a bit of Cruel Intentions last night, a bit of Brokeback Mountain last night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;63.Are you getting used to being a heart-throb?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don’t feel like a heart-throb. I don’t really know how to get used to it. It’s all quite bizarre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;64.Would you consider yourself outgoing like Skandar?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I think I am quite outgoing but I don’t think I’m as outgoing as Skandar in the way that I kinda think a little bit more before I speak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;65.Describe yourself in 3 words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Charismatic, disorganised, sort of like light hearted, I just take things easily. Easy going.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;66. Did you really have a crush on the producer’s niece?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I’m sorry I’m not allowed to answer that question either. Who told you that? Skandar? Yes it was, he’s a little rat. I hate that kid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;67.Do you read and answer ALL of your fan mail or just some of it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I try to answer all of it but it’s really difficult, it takes me for ever. Cause as you probably know I’ve got exams coming up soon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And there you have it guys. Another fine interview with another major cast member. This one was really fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we now know more about Will and Skandar. I love those guys....even though this was like for LLW.....grrrr...I WANT AN UPDATED INTERVIEW PEOPLE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Ok.....deep breaths.....I'm really tired. I will once again leave you in suspense for Yellow Rose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;I love you all!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;~Elwen Kirke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5508755779577160436?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5508755779577160436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/who.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5508755779577160436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5508755779577160436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/who.html' title='Who???'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2130254876002159008</id><published>2009-04-29T12:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:34:20.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Part 2: Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I ate my meal slowly, modeling after my mother's graceful ways. I knew I was too abrupt, and not very graceful. I set down my fork and straightened myself, preparing for another attempt at perfection. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Caspian, will you kindly pass the stewed carp?" I asked in my most ladylike tone. With a strange look on his face, he passed the food to me. Nodding my thanks, I took the ladle in order to serve myself carefully. An unwanted elbow jostled my arm, landing the soupy mess somewhere across the table. I never found out where, because I simply rose and fled from the room, heading for my cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El? Can we talk, sweetheart?" My mother's voice comforted me, now sprawling on my bed. I was thumbing through another book, not really reading, just needing something to do with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, Mother," I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you need to understand. Being a princess can be as hard or as easy as you want it to be. It's up to you to set the tone. Sure, it will take some time, but you have potential to be a well-loved ruler of Narnia. We need to help the citizens forget their troubles and make the country peaceful and prosperous." As she paused I interjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But they're coming out of a golden age, Mother. They can't be...won't be happy unless we live up to what the kings and queens left for us. I want to make a good impression...I just have no potential...or grace...or poise...I don't know...I think I'm already maturing, and I think it's paranoia of some sort, and...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're wandering, El," She gently reminded, "I believe we'll make this a joint effort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Mother, you can pull off being a queen without effort. Besides, I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to be a prim, precious little doll. I want to be strong and courageous. A sort of role model, I suppose. I'm different from other girls. I can already swim like a boy, and you know I've always been interested in swordsman...swordswomanship, I suppose. I'm straightforward and not in the least genteel. I want someone to teach me swordplay, and archery, though I know I won't be much good at it, and...oh dear, I can't keep my thoughts straight at all. Do you know what I mean?" I concluded anxiously. Mother simply nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I need to speak with your father, Elwen. Don't fret, dear, the coronation doesn't take place until a week after we arrive. We'll figure it out."  Rising, she patted my cheek with her beautiful hands, and left the room with a purely angelic smile. My book had fallen onto the bed, and the illustration depicted a centaur. Reaching my hand into my pocket, I lovingly set the wooden centaur on my bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I name thee knight of the Sea Star, Sir....Sir Morenus!" Satisfied, I picked up the book once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2130254876002159008?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2130254876002159008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2-part-2-paranoia.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2130254876002159008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2130254876002159008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2-part-2-paranoia.html' title='Chapter 2: Part 2: Paranoia'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3301369565360118071</id><published>2009-04-28T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:16:14.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Part 1: Kip</title><content type='html'>The morning of our departure is in my memory a blur, nothing more. I remember being whisked onto the ship by a sturdy, muscular sailor by the name of Ambrose.  I had my own cabin, all to myself, to my delight. The great thing about me is that I am just as happy surrounded by groups of friends and family as I am alone, thinking, reading, or daydreaming. I remember being fascinated by the ocean. Having seen it only from the shore, and never actually atop it, I was impressed. It seems I was made for the ocean, for I had no problems with seasickness, and my sea legs were acquired the quickest of my family. Ambrose became my companion. He was not very young, in fact I never learned his age. He would tell me the legends of the sea and its inhabitants. A trip to the crowsnest was a highlight of one of my days. At the close of each day, I always fell asleep with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, about a week into the trip, I noticed the cabin boy for the first time. He was a few years older than I. I was interested at once in his occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo!" I greeted him cheerily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahoy, there, lassie! What may I do for you today?" He replied. I had not yet become accustomeed to the sailors' dialogue, and supressed a giggle. The boy was whittling at a bit of wood with a small knife, shaving bit after bit from the chunk at an impressive pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Elwen. You can call me El, if you like," I said. Suddenly shy, I realized that I missed all of my friends at home. I hadn't thought of them until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elwen. A right fancy name, I say. A nice name. I go by Kip. Right smooth sailing today, El." He experimented with the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sea is so beautiful. If I were a boy, I would certainly want to be a sailor." I announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I see. You've been a shore-dweller, have you not? My guess is you'd soon tire of a sailor's life." Kip predicted. I shook my head indignantly, still carving at the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not like other girls, Kip. I'm not prissy. I'm more interested in swimming and swords and history. Don't you like history, Kip? So many wonderful stories." I seated myself on a nearby barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swords and history...hmmm. Never ha' I dared to handle a sword. History I could stomach, though. Right fond of old stories, I am." The legs of a horse were taking form in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History is the reason I had to leave the Islands. Have you heard about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Bout the kings an' queens? Yep, right, I did. You're to be a high and mighty lady, now, aren't you? I'd rather be legging it on hard earth the rest of my days than be royalty. That would be a right royal pain, it would," I snickered at the jest. "I doubt you'll be seein' much of your swords in th' future. A right pity, that'll be." Here I sobered. The legs of the horse widened into a rough centaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll certainly be handling swords as a princess. Father will let me. I know it." I said, unabashed. At that moment, a shrill whistle rang out on deck. Lunch time had come already, but I wanted to stay and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose you'll be needin' to get some grits down yer gullet, lassie," He said as he rose. "Here's a tok'n from me. Remember yer history, Elwen. Be seein' you!" He handed me a beautiful carving of a sword wielding centaur. Overjoyed, I threw my arms around the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Kip, thank you ever so much! I'll never forget you." Pocketing the treasure, I turned and ran toward the galley (where the food was served).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3301369565360118071?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3301369565360118071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2-part-1-kip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3301369565360118071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3301369565360118071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2-part-1-kip.html' title='Chapter 2: Part 1: Kip'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3178612218688962991</id><published>2009-04-24T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:01:56.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Rose Chapter 1 is down a few posts...Scroll Down and Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3178612218688962991?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3178612218688962991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-rose-chapter-1-is-down-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3178612218688962991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3178612218688962991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-rose-chapter-1-is-down-few.html' title='Yellow Rose Chapter 1 is down a few posts...Scroll Down and Enjoy!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8048252041051557687</id><published>2009-04-21T19:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:35:50.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, This Will Be Brief</title><content type='html'>Just posting to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The bolt of Tash fell from above! It stormed today and that's all I could hear in my head :)&lt;br /&gt;My dad also tripped down the steps. He's ok, though...I thought maybe he got caught halfway down...hehehe I'm laaaammmmeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I AM WORKING ON IT, OK PEOPLE!!!!!!!! Yellow Rose is a bit slow in production, but I'm a busy social person, so DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I miss Viola...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The real answer to "Just Georgie"......is.........&lt;br /&gt;A girl that just looks a LOT like Georgie! The best part is, though, that the girl who looks like Georgie also happens to be my cousin who also happens to have voted that it was Georgie! Good ol' Gracia...hehe. AnnaMarie thought it was actually GH as well...hehe. Gracia should so be Georgie's stunt double!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I had an amazing photoshoot with Anna on Sunday. Pictures of me myself and I will be appearing shortly...in other words, a minute or two from this second :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am now Elwen Cecilia Rose!!! Confirmation rocked, and I had the best seat ever (hey, there, Caleb!!!) FYI, I DID NOT MAKE THAT LITTLE GIRL CRY! IT WAS HER OWN FAULT...no...I'll blame it on Lauren to make things difficult :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Shane-O does a good impression of an English chap speaking spanish...I know, the world is craaaaazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Anna MUST call me about the high school sched!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Helena rocks!!! I love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I wish I could take Anna to CFL...but apparently mis padres aren't up for that idea...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached ten things, so I'll leave you all hanging......in bitter pain! Mwahahahaha....eat my wrath, Telmarines!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was random........see you guys later!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-8048252041051557687?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8048252041051557687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-this-will-be-brief.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8048252041051557687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8048252041051557687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-this-will-be-brief.html' title='Ok, This Will Be Brief'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2341183289250337862</id><published>2009-04-17T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:40:58.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm working on it!!!</title><content type='html'>The Prologue for Yellow Rose is on it's way!&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient with me. I'm having a very busy weekend, so I would not expect it quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2341183289250337862?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2341183289250337862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-working-on-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2341183289250337862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2341183289250337862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-working-on-it.html' title='I&apos;m working on it!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-315080408492185360</id><published>2009-04-16T21:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:08:38.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Blessings</title><content type='html'>The tide was out, the beach filled with small shells and scattered items. A young girl, about the age of six, walkes with her mother. The mother is a beautiful woman, seeming to shine as the sun beats down on her. The little girl is Elwen, a normal Lone Islander with a not so normal geniology. Her mother, Celeste, is a star, though her father, Caspian, is a wealthy human lord. Elwen thrived on the stories her mother told her, or even sometimes sang. She drank in every word. She had a younger brother, also named Caspian, and though he was only a year and a half younger, she loved to dote on him and smother him with motherly affection. That little girl was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the beach when I was small, and still do. I may miss Narnia's beaches the most of all. The beaches here have nothing on the beaches I strolled on quiet, sunny afternoons with my father, or mother, or Caspian, or...well, anyone. My childhood was quite normal until I turned the age of 11. I was just walking into our house after a walk at the beach one afternoon. The house was swarming with people crowded around Father and Mother. The mayor of the Lone Islands was trying to push the crowds back, but it had no effect on the mob. I, being small, pushed through to my parents, and Caspian, who was huddled behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" I shouted above the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elwen, go upstairs," The firm reply came from my Father. "Take Caspian with you. I don't want you to be hurt by all the people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll explain when eveyone leaves. Now go!" Mother ushered Caspian and I out from the mob towards the stairs. I wasn't sure what to make of it all. Caspian was pretty much speechless, but I had questions. I was always curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you suppose is going on?" I prodded. "Is Father in trouble? Did someone important get hurt or die?" Caspian's eyes just got wide as he answered my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard some people disappeared." He gulped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disappeared? Who? When? How? How do you know?" I asked eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't hear who, when, or how, but everyone was talking about it," He said. I realized it had become much quieter. It sounded like Father was addressing them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's listen!" I said, bounding to the stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....will accept the offer of.......Narnia......kingdom.......Aslan himself.........the four........" The words were drowned out with applause. Caspian and I sat on the steps, sitting quietly. I was deep in thought. Caspian was playing with a bit of string he'd found earlier. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. Twenty. Things got quiter than before as one half-hour passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess something happened in a kingdom called Narnia. I've heard that name before, and Aslan, too." Caspian stated casually. He had been thinking, too, supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guess?! You &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt;??!!" I jumped up, accenting my every word with a wide sweep of my small arms. "Narnia is a glorious land across the ocean. The &lt;em&gt;ocean&lt;/em&gt;, Caspian! Aslan is a great and terrible lion who's also the most kind, regal being who made everything come to life. By 'the four', I'm guessing he means the four rulers of Narnia. King Edmund the Just, High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Lucy the Valiant, and Queen Susan the Gentle. You really should read more, Casp. It'll end up teaching you a whole lot. Anyway, I just want to know what offer Father accepted. Can you think of anything?" I ended my rant abruptly. Caspian just shook his head as if amazed that someone could say so much in so little time. Just then, Mother appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone's finally left. Your father and I need to tell you something very important." She wasn't smiling, but she seemed content. At peace with whatever decision Father made. We trooped downstairs. Father greeted us with open arms, which I readily accepted. Caspian stood off to the side, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, what's going on? What did you agree to?" Father's face had lines of worry etched into his forehead, but there were the little creases that he had from smiling so much still there, showing that he was not unhappy in the least. Sitting down in his favorite chair, he took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children, we are leaving the Lone Islands." (I sat up attentively at this.) "We are going to Narnia. The day after tomorrow, we'll be boarding the lovely ship, &lt;em&gt;Emerald Blade&lt;/em&gt;, and we'll arrive in Narnia...later." He hesitated. "We are leaving because the four rulers of Narnia have...gone missing....and...wellll..." He halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're father has been appointed by Aslan to rule Narnia." Mother finished for him.&lt;br /&gt;I just stood gaping. Never had I been at a loss for words, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What shall we take with us, Father?" Said Caspian, always sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just some clothing and books, whatever pleases you most. There's plenty of furniture and clothing and everything we'll need waiting for us at Cair Paravel already..." Here I jumped in excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cair Paravel!" I squeaked. "The castle?! Cair Paravel! Oh, Father, what luck!" I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not luck, blessing, El. You are Princess Elwen of Narnia now. Hold your role well." Father was serious, and I knew it was the time for me to mature a bit. I was a princess now. What would come of it all, I could barely even hope or guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF CHAPTER ONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit lame, I think, but it's what happened! PLEASE comment. I think as I go, the writing will get better. It's a short chapter of my life, but I haven't time to write more. I have been flying by the seat of my pants for this one, and it took me a few different tries to get it close to the way I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Princess Elwen, signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-315080408492185360?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/315080408492185360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/315080408492185360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/315080408492185360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1: Blessings'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1555503761421139960</id><published>2009-04-14T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:17:28.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 NY... and Yellow Rose</title><content type='html'>Field trip to NYC today. Gaaaaaaaa...I'm SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 AM- Wake up, shower, dress, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:26 AM- Arrive at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 AM- Board Charter Bus and head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50 AM- Chocolate chip muffin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM- "iPod Session" (named by Kat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 AM- Reading..............Talking...............etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM- Trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 AM- Arrive at the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 AM- Shop for miniature British flags for Anna and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 AM- Tour of the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 AM- Waiting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM- On our way to the Spanish restraunt we plan to dine at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 AM- Spot TIMES SQUARE from bus windows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 NOON- Food.......(yum?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM- Head to Times Square for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15 PM- Buy Star Wars Keychain for little cousin's 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 PM- Bus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 PM- Truth or Dare!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM- "Honey, I love you!" (awesome game :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM- Truth or Dare again. (She can fit 10 GINORMOUS grapes in her mouth!!!!!, and NO!!!! NO HAND KISSING DARES!!!!!!!!! ACK!!!!!!!! creep... :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 PM- Twizzlers are so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM- Fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40 PM- Wake up to Nathan and Andy rubbing a grape all over my face....(shudder)....gross :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50 PM- LET ME SLEEP ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM- MORE Truth or DARE? Come on, guys, this is LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:3o PM- Are we back at school yet? Nope, we have a while to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM- Hey! That looks familiar! We're getting close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20 PM- Mom!!! Over here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25 PM- Confirmation Practice    HI ANNA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06 PM- Typing away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I had an eventful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tale of a young girl living on the Lone Islands. Her name is Elwen (Hmmmmm, does that sound familiar???). Born to a man and a star, she is blessed specially by Aslan and seems to be destined for something great. Little does she know what her life holds...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of silver, Two of gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reappear from dreams of old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distant lands you shall dwell in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter of the star of gloaming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not alone, yet one of a kind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart's true love you shall not find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til horn sounds and swords are drawn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til your primary battle's won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I shal make you suffer the suspense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Anna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATERPILLAR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1555503761421139960?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1555503761421139960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-ny-and-yellow-rose.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1555503761421139960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1555503761421139960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-ny-and-yellow-rose.html' title='I &amp;lt;3 NY... and Yellow Rose'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-95207858789405542</id><published>2009-04-13T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:31:14.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Shimmer, Glitter, Gleam&lt;br /&gt;High in the sky stars climb.&lt;br /&gt;As Radiant as can be, for&lt;br /&gt;It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony, Melody, Tune&lt;br /&gt;Lays of  old I sing.&lt;br /&gt;Music wrapping around words&lt;br /&gt;For you, there, listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Chuckle, Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;You know it has to last,&lt;br /&gt;for soon hope turns to plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, Transform, Metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;Crawl no more, you fly.&lt;br /&gt;Soaring high above me,&lt;br /&gt;Before the daylight dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug, Clasp, Embrace&lt;br /&gt;I hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;You can cry on me, for&lt;br /&gt;you've suffered many harms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmur, Rumor, Whisper&lt;br /&gt;The news has reached my ears.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be dancing, but just for now,&lt;br /&gt;for there will still be fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Eternity, Endure&lt;br /&gt;How hard a life it would be.&lt;br /&gt;To live on and on in an imperfect world,&lt;br /&gt;Never to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo! He'll come!&lt;br /&gt;He'll come back, after the end.&lt;br /&gt;Carrying us up,&lt;br /&gt;all our scars He'll mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, Harmonize, Belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll come up and further in.&lt;br /&gt;My dark past is behind me,&lt;br /&gt;A quiet shatters the din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand trumpets calling,&lt;br /&gt;though not distressing my ears.&lt;br /&gt;I finally hear music,&lt;br /&gt;The truest in my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain, no suffering,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with you at last.&lt;br /&gt;There will be love and perfection,&lt;br /&gt;No present, future, or past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alpha, Omega,&lt;br /&gt;Glorious Lamb and Lion.&lt;br /&gt;King and Servant, guiding us,&lt;br /&gt;the children of Zion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem didn't turn out at all how I had thought. In fact, it's better than I imagined!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and Happy Easter once again! I got into a poetic mood, so I figured I'd share my thoughts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ANNA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-95207858789405542?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/95207858789405542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/95207858789405542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/95207858789405542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4977203396623273396</id><published>2009-04-12T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:33:44.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POSTER</title><content type='html'>THE POSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster is awesome....Skandar and Georgie haven't changed much at all; they're still so adorable!!!! Unfortunately, I am unable to post a picture, but go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTc4NTIwOTkxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjk4NTI0Mg%40%40._V1._SX93_SY140_.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0980970/&amp;amp;usg=__H-OkYfZYBQb7VuyRhWy5jhDGAMU=&amp;amp;h=140&amp;amp;w=93&amp;amp;sz=5&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=24&amp;amp;tbnid=XiG7hdp60UrvlM:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=62&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dvoyage%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bdawn%2Btreader%2Bposter%2Bimdb%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D20"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTc4NTIwOTkxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjk4NTI0Mg%40%40._V1._SX93_SY140_.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0980970/&amp;amp;usg=__H-OkYfZYBQb7VuyRhWy5jhDGAMU=&amp;amp;h=140&amp;amp;w=93&amp;amp;sz=5&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=24&amp;amp;tbnid=XiG7hdp60UrvlM:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=62&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dvoyage%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bdawn%2Btreader%2Bposter%2Bimdb%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can see it. I am really super excited!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.bitonarnia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Viola&lt;/a&gt; for the heads-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooove the poster &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might make up for the murder of the caterpillar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4977203396623273396?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4977203396623273396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/poster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4977203396623273396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4977203396623273396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/poster.html' title='THE POSTER'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-5729827560562460257</id><published>2009-04-12T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:31:49.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice in Miniature, a Murder, and a Resurection</title><content type='html'>So many things have happened in the last week or so, and I haven't had time to record them properly. So! To start......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, my great-grandmother turned 88. We traveled 2 and a half hours to go to a restraunt in New York, and my cousins from Virginia traveled 10 hours. The restraunt in question was none other than Little Venice, a very traditional Italian restraunt that my great-grandfather patronized frequently while he was still alive. Over 100 paintings lined the walls, and wafts of tomato sauce and pasta drifted in and out of the room. Gorgeous. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my cousins were there, my brother, my aunt, uncle, great aunt, great uncle, grandparents, and great-grandmother were there and all, but all I could think of was Anna. I hate it when that happens, but not because I don't like to think of Anna, I just want to enjoy my time without wistful thinking intruding.  After my ravioli appeared, I soon found it easier to focus on my family, and all was well, until the loooooooooooong ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last evening, enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER VIGIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glorious night when we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead. Starting at 8:00, and ending at 10, it is the most joyful celebration I can think of (at church). I had to sing three Psalms in front of the church, Anna had to serve at the altar.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, refreshments and fellowship downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I had the SAME DRESS. The best part was that we hadn't planned it. No shopping trip together, no over the phone plans......we just happened to have bought the same dress! I love our taste. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through a third sugar cookie, I suddenly noticed something about the young man across from me at the table (he's S. Edmund S., actually...). Leaning over to Anna, I whispered urgently:&lt;br /&gt;"The caterpillar is gone!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, S.E.S. was caterpillar-less!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bursting into laughter, he eyed us worriedly. My brother just said:&lt;br /&gt;"Probly has something to do with Narnia...again." This was accompanied by an eyeroll and and understanding nod from S.E.S., who had cleverly stated that it looked like there was an "Attack of the Clones", in reference to our dresses. I think he was trying to impress me. Hahahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!! (I'm getting off topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I were devastated by the loss of our dear little friend the caterpillar (did you catch the DLF?????). Another name for it could be El Moustachio, or just facial hair...&lt;br /&gt;I miss that little guy. It didn't even recieve a proper burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll come back to life if S.E.S. forgets to shave. LET THE BLACK MAGIC BE UNDONE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It's Easter, which means that JESUS IS ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what that reminds us all of.......... I think we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of hyper right now. I had too many jellybeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to my point, and that means that Elwen must say goodbye for now...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;another post, another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-5729827560562460257?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5729827560562460257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/venice-in-miniature-murder-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5729827560562460257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/5729827560562460257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/venice-in-miniature-murder-and.html' title='Venice in Miniature, a Murder, and a Resurection'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-7361343908887031900</id><published>2009-03-31T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:51:09.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Address...</title><content type='html'>Hello faithful fans!&lt;br /&gt;I had some very interesting thoughts this weekend....and it all shall begin with my newest segment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT OF THE POST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's thought is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would an English person sound speaking Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure personally....mostly because I don't know any English people to ask the question to...well at the moment. Maybe later in life I can ask Skandar (hahaha yeah right.......).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my standard "points of the post". Point #1........&lt;br /&gt;I am SO PROUD of Anna!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, she posed as a quite striking young princess (I happen to have taste, Anna :] ) in her school's play. The play, &lt;strong&gt;The Clumsy Custard Horror Show&lt;/strong&gt;, by some guy with the first name William (yes, William......I LOVE THAT NAME), was a melodramatic comedy...VERY exadgerated ( I can't spell...).&lt;br /&gt;My brother played the evil king of the lower half of the land of Zob, the evil Dacron. He kidnaps the princess with the help of two devious (note I used devious, Anna dear) ice cream clones, Polly and Esther, one of which was played by my friend Emma. We'll get to &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;later. Grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Anna and my brother did a phenominal job. I would use a cast picture, but I'm not sure if Anna would mind or not if she was shown on the internet. I suspect a comment from her could give me permission, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point #2&lt;br /&gt;I realized recently that the two young men that I've ever REALLY REALLY truly had feelings for have the middle names &lt;strong&gt;Edmund &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;. (S. Edmund S. and C. Peter M. , for Anna's info).&lt;br /&gt;I think that's SO amazing. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW. I get almost queasy thinking of it. I think it's time for a new topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point #3&lt;br /&gt;Emma. Emma, Emma, Emma. I love her to death, but....she became a Skandar fangirl overnight. She didn't break it to me lightly, either. She says we'll have to make a compromise, and I said since I'm older he should naturally go to me, but then she said it depends on who gets to England first. Grrrrrr. OK.....I'll just have to calm down. :) Find my happy place. That's Narnia of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point #4&lt;br /&gt; The Poll that was more like a quiz......the final results are that whoever voted that Skandar had two cats and a dog was incorrect was, well, correct! He has two cats, Puss and Boots. He wants a dog, but hasn't gotten around to it yet. He is indeed 4 years, 16 days older than me. Congratulations to whoever knew their Narnian trivia!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point #5&lt;br /&gt;AnnaMarie's best friend (no not Susan, sorry Anna...), Gretchen, has a blog!!! To read her witty and informative posts, visit &lt;a href="http://agardenofflowers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://agardenofflowers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I am now a follower of ummmm I think 5 blogs. I'm very proud of her! Now AnnaMarie has to get one. Gracia a.k.a. Georgie that is not Georgie should, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7361343908887031900?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7361343908887031900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-address.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7361343908887031900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7361343908887031900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-address.html' title='Things to Address...'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2472643386772770928</id><published>2009-03-21T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:46:26.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidences Are My New Favorite Situations</title><content type='html'>The things that pop up in my life are pretty strange, and not always worth talking, much less blogging about. Situation 1.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around seven years of age, I was introduced to the Star Wars movies. My favorite was &lt;em&gt;The Phantom Menace&lt;/em&gt; . This was mainly because I thought Anakin was cute (I must have been boy crazy at an early age...at least I'm not anymore....I don't think...). My favorite character, though, was Qui Gon Jin, Obi Wan Kenobi's master. I was so mad that he had to die. It was so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 or so years later, I find out that Qui Gon was played by the one and only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIAM NEESON!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That struck me as being a worthy Narnian coincidence. Situation 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Narnia Day!!!!!!!!! I've been waiting forever for today, which is doubly special (here comes the coincidence) because it is also my 1/2 birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out when I realized it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Narnia Day at the mall, shopping for an Easter/Confirmation dress. I found a gorgeous dress...though it was pretty pricey...and great shoes to go with it. Lasarleen would be jealous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'm an Aravis type. Ask Anna, she'll confirm that, but I have my days when I feel more girly girl...not quite to the extent of Lasarleen, but perhaps Lucy-ish would be more like it. While trying on the cute shoes, Mum told me that Anna and I would be sharing a confirmation party, which MADE MY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really having a good day, and I am soooooo excited for this coming April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to favorite songs list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours to Hold (by Skillet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Dream of Me? (Across the Sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ScVa0gdId7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/tn_j7xTysW4/s1600-h/narniacast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315754793292560306" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ScVa0gdId7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/tn_j7xTysW4/s320/narniacast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LONG LIVE KING PETER! LONG LIVE QUEEN SUSAN! LONG LIVE KING EDMUND! LONG LIVE QUEEN LUCY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2472643386772770928?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2472643386772770928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/coincidences-are-my-new-favorite.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2472643386772770928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2472643386772770928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/coincidences-are-my-new-favorite.html' title='Coincidences Are My New Favorite Situations'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/ScVa0gdId7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/tn_j7xTysW4/s72-c/narniacast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-659746114231429224</id><published>2009-03-14T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:03:29.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that there are a lot of songs that correspond with both my (ok, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;) fanfic and C.S. Lewis's series. Across the Sky, an absolutely wonderful two man band, wrote a song called Masquerade that goes perfectly with.....er.......the "Cara" thing. Unfortunately, only Anna will get that one (WHY CAN'T WE PUT THE BOOK ON OUR BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrr). Relient K's song "The Best Thing" reminds me of the Ed/El, P/A, and Caspiannamarie, erm, &lt;em&gt;things &lt;/em&gt;(haha, you all are forced to wonder what these things are........except Anna). Rebecca St. James's "Lion" is, weeeeeellll, Aslan's theme. Relient K's "Always Winter" is the most awesome LLW song (look it up!), tobyMac's "Narnia" is self-explanatory...it goes with the LLW. Regina Spektor....must I state the obvious (hehehe I'm pulling a Corin, right Anna), she's got "The Call".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooooooo many amazing songs that just go perfectly with Narnia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.bitonarnia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Viola's&lt;/a&gt; blog and check out her playlist for more examples. Go aaaaaalllll the waaaaayyy doooooowwwn :) to the bottom of her page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Narnian activity to report. :(&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, though, because..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SCRIPT IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooops. A Narnian princess must never be caught laughing at what looks like absolutely nothing. For example: Fish and Chips ("What's with the pencil thing, Georgie?!?!?! ~Anna P. a.k.a. Susan LLW Audio Commentary) or "Ok, that's it! We're going to the one place &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can't." "I can get to Narnia if you can, guys!" "Um, no.........the girl's bathroom." (quote Anna/El, Phil, Anna/El)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GT..................(good times. If you say it to Phil, Joe, or Josh, though, it has an entirely new meaning) Joe is my amazing older cousin (BOO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Josh is his younger brother (Chubby Luvvins or Cody, if you prefer :) lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I keep this up, I'll need therapy. I am going to goooooooo.....um........do..........idk, but I'll figure it out somehow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to Hoho, Anna, Viola, Anna Marie, and Gracia!!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-659746114231429224?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/659746114231429224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/masquerade.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/659746114231429224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/659746114231429224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6689305145350164140</id><published>2009-03-12T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:49:56.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>     I am a mystery to anyone who doesn't know me very well. Anna is probably the only one who knows me as well as I do, if that makes any sense. If you've read Anna's blog, you know that her name is not Anna, but I beg to differ. Anna is her very heart, the best parts of her. All of her finest, sweetest characteristics rolled into a more detailed young woman. Two names, one beautiful girl. The same goes for myself. I am not really named Elwen. In fact, Anna and I came up with the name ourselves. Elwen is the name for my real self, in my deep thoughts and large heart. Elwen is my Narnia obsessed self, the girl that has to blink to keep back tears when she pictures Aslan on the stone table while at church...listening to the story of Jesus's crucifixion. The girl who looks up and thinks she sees a long golden tail just disappearing around the corner. The girl who talks to Aslan when she feels lost, or the Pevensie children when she needs a friend, or Anna even when no one's in the room. I am definitely that girl. I don't know if I am obsessed or posessed at this point! I can always come up with a quote or situation to match a conversation or circumstance. I make myself crack up if I just happen to think of a hilarious occurance in Narnia! Instead of thinking "Oh my gosh", I think "By the mane!", which shows how crazily troubled I really am! I call my friends' younger brother my DLF, for Pete's sake! (Pete as in Peter, of course. If you didn't get that, then I am surprised you're bothering to read my ramblings!) Ok, that segment is done, so we'll move on to topic #2........&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     My favorite Pevensie is most definitely Edmund. Not only because Skandar Keynes is really really really really cute, and handles a sword like a real Narnian, but because Edmund's character is the most developed in my opinion. You get to see his repentance change his entire attitude. He becomes a knight (in shining armour), and a gentleman. He is always looking out for his family, and, by the Mane, he has the most pleasant disposition! I can't get over how kind and helpful he is! Wow................... OK, topic 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Thanks to Viola/the Lady Fireflower for adding a link to my blog on her beautiful, inspiring blog! I am so honored! Unfortunately, the comments section on her blog is disabled, but I can tell her from here, that (if she decides to read), that I absolutely love her fanfic, and Anna and I have had many laughs over it. We actually met a "Squeaky King" at a forensics meet (Congrat's on 6th place, Anna darling, though I think you deserved higher!) and he was actually kinda nice.......yeah. And we have referred to Su's pimple problem several times.....and "beastly" has become a regular vocabulary word. By the way, Braxtany is SUCH AN AMAZING NAME! WOW! If you haven't guessed by now, Anna and I are best friends, and yes, we do know eachother, and yes we live in the same town, and yes we stay up all night with our crazy "Warlocks at One" fanfic brainstorming slumber parties, but slumber rarely works itself into the party :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have written one amazing fanfic book as a joint effort, and we are now on the sequel! I don't believe we plan on sharing it with the public, unfortunately. Anna is 2 or 3 months older than me, and our vocabulary is quite expansive for our age. I am constantly bombarded with people saying that I need to get a life and that Narnia isn't worth it, but I say that Narnia is my thing, they have their own interests. Racing is my friend Rusty's thing, the Red Sox, however much I hate them, are Sam's thing, and Rocky Balboa is Shane's thing. I could go through an entire list of my friends' crazy interests,  but none could never be as weird and different as Narnia. I love it, and it's my thing. Anna's thing. Most likely Viola's thing. It rocks. That's all folks! Thanks to Kat for offering to read my blog today!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6689305145350164140?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6689305145350164140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6689305145350164140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6689305145350164140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-my-life.html' title='The Story of My Life'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8168162362443156472</id><published>2009-02-08T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:11:10.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The sun came up over the horizon at a fascinating pace. Awestruck, unable to even slightly move, I watched the glimmering rays drown out the glimmer of the moon and the shimmer of the stars speckling the now many-hued sky. Seeing this made me feel a bit sad. The stars have always been something...well...for lack of a more sophisticated term, special to me. I hated seeing them all disappear into the golden mane of the Sun...or should I say, the &lt;em&gt;Son&lt;/em&gt;. The golden mane...hmmmm, that sounds familiar. Aslan, maybe? The Son of the Emperor Over the Sea. All of the beautiful and brightly shining stars, all becoming &lt;em&gt;part of Aslan&lt;/em&gt;, or the sun! In The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the bit while they are all on Ramandu's island, the retired star and unnamed daughter are of course stars...and they say something along the lines of saying that stars in our world are flaming balls of gas, but that's not what they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;. So I look at the stars every evening and think of what they might truly be. I will be a star, along with all of my Knights and Ladies...Princess Elwen will become part of Aslan. His family. His heart. His love. His beauty. &lt;a href="http://themagicalworldofnarnia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Polly, Digory, Eustace, Jill, Caspian (all of them, perhaps), my true Narnian family and I, all joined with Aslan! It's really amazing to think of. No wonder stars are so magical to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mysterious, that's what I call you...I'm curious, about you. I'm scared and I'm not sure if you are safe, but your eyes seem to say that you are good. This is not a dream that I'm living, This is just a world of Your own, You took me from all that I knew, Shown me how it feels to hope. With You with me, facing tomorrow together I can learn to fly. Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth, but the lion is an angel......." Rebecca St. James: Lion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY8uHb5nyYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sva9BplZhDs/s1600-h/narnia-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300505991721765250" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY8uHb5nyYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sva9BplZhDs/s320/narnia-lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aslan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How true are those words pertaining to Aslan? That is SO profound. I am overwhelmed listening to it...it melts my heart! Ah, well, the princess has business to take care of, so goodbye for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen in Narnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;a href="http://themagicalworldofnarnia.blogspot.com/"&gt;ANNA&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-8168162362443156472?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8168162362443156472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8168162362443156472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8168162362443156472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY8uHb5nyYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sva9BplZhDs/s72-c/narnia-lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1304229499262053254</id><published>2009-02-07T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:35:07.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Readers...</title><content type='html'>If you look back at my older posts, they refer to the blog "The Daily Squeal". For new readers, this is the former title of this blog, when I had an obsession with pigs. I still don't eat pigs, though. I have a different outlook now, so you can expect some other topics. I am not totally obsessed with Narnia, but I will admit that it is almost always on my mind. Also, I highly recommend that if you are really really really into Narnia, you should visit &lt;a href="http://www.bitonarnia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bitonarnia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. It is simply super! I wish I could meet her (The young author, Viola). Enjoy my reformed blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE A KING OR QUEEN IN NARNIA, ALWAYS A KING OR QUEEN IN NARNIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1304229499262053254?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1304229499262053254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-readers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1304229499262053254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1304229499262053254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-readers.html' title='Note to Readers...'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1323450741731346987</id><published>2009-02-07T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:47:27.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>This morning, my &lt;a href="http://www.3-prongedoutlet.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt;, brother, and I went to a house in town that was being redone by Habitat for Humanity. It was completely repainted, all the cabinets and other fixtures had already been installed. It was truly beautiful. Everyone there was commissoned to a major cleaning job. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All three floors were to be scrubbed clean. I was assigned to dusting the walls with a handy-dandy Swiffer :). After that, the baseboards and and doorways were cleaned. Then the floors were vacuumed. Every room in the house was simply shining when we had finished. It was an amazing opportunity for me and I really enjoyed it. I didn't even mind that I was cleaning! The family that will be moving in has three young children: one girl, two boys. They're very cute. They will certainly enjoy their new home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April this year, I will recieve the Sacrament of Confirmation, and I can't wait! I'm also excited because that means I'm closer to high school than ever. I'm really looking forward to spending every day with my best friend. Right now she goes to a different school :(. It also means that I can get a Facebook and that will be so much fun! I will be able to keep up with the family members I can't see on a regular basis because of distance. My friends almost all have Facebooks, too, so that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song update: The Call (Regina Spektor), This is Home (Switchfoot), and I Belong (Kathryn Scott), You're Not Alone (Meredith Andrews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've changed my layout, etc. I think it fits me better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage is not the absense of fear, but the mastery of it." ~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia." ~Puddleglum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen in Narnia" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY3yF6aOehI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5fvLpxL6nvQ/s1600-h/SO+COOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158519877466642" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY3yF6aOehI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5fvLpxL6nvQ/s320/SO+COOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1323450741731346987?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1323450741731346987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/humanity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1323450741731346987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1323450741731346987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SY3yF6aOehI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5fvLpxL6nvQ/s72-c/SO+COOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6988954200123245386</id><published>2008-09-13T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:21:30.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventfulness...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a while, however (hahaha)  there hasn't been much activity. School started, and I have NOT lost my lunchbox yet! The school schedule is changed so I'm very confused, and trying to adjust. I have already had a Spanish project, My Family Tree (I'm sorry I didn't put you as my soul sister, Moni, but I don't know how Senora would have reacted :] ).  I have also had a small language arts project (not as bad), and so I am falling into routine steadily. I am not doing cross country this year (sorry Jenni :[), but I'm not sure how that would ahve gone anyway.  I'm just anxious for this year to be over. I really want to go to high school! Moni and I will be able to hang out al ot more, I'll get a Facebook, and my life will begin!!! I mean, I know I rule de school now, in 8th grade, but 9th grade and up are just so cool and I'm just really excited (and nervous) to get up in there with the "big kids" :p... I have a feeling those will be really great years.&lt;br /&gt;The only really really really exciting part of my time not on blogger is I GOT KITTIES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Calvin and Hobbes are outdoor cats and they are almost identical except for their noses. Mine is Calvin, Phil's is Hobbes!!!!!!!!!! They are so adorable, but they can be fiesty (I should know...ouch :] ) ! Also, Phil's birthday was on Thursday and that was cool bc he got Mario Kart Wii and  a Wii wheel...not to mention $50!!!! He got other stuff, too, but I thought those were most exciting. He also got an awesome card from Bonica Murke and family (Your highness your worshipfulness...DoodoodoodoodoodooDOOOOO! Bow... yeah). I think that's my new obsession :) . So things haven't actually been as uneventful as I thought. That's cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my favorite song is now TobyMac's &lt;em&gt;Lose My Soul&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll se y'all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6988954200123245386?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6988954200123245386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/uneventfulness.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6988954200123245386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6988954200123245386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/uneventfulness.html' title='Uneventfulness...'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6918053099636436989</id><published>2008-06-05T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:29:04.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Competition!!!!</title><content type='html'>If you have noticed, my father has written a lovely poem about rain on his blog&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.gregorian-chant.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.gregorian-chant.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I hereby challenge to him a duel of poetic genius!&lt;br /&gt;He may accept or decline, but as I am not in the same place as him at this moment, I will write a poem of challenge, and he may reveal his choosy choice later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duel of Poets&lt;br /&gt;BreadBoxFan#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady fair&lt;br /&gt;of auburn hair&lt;br /&gt;didst extend an invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a scholar learned&lt;br /&gt;with each penny earned&lt;br /&gt;with laborious efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To he&lt;br /&gt;said she&lt;br /&gt;"I shall duel you this very eve,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And at every opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;We shall battle furiously"&lt;br /&gt;She paused to let him think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scholar&lt;br /&gt;drew himself taller,&lt;br /&gt;and said "This cannot be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a man of brains you see,&lt;br /&gt; a man who will not readily&lt;br /&gt; cross blades with a dame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But," was the reply,&lt;br /&gt;"I did not imply&lt;br /&gt;by which way we were to fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I propose&lt;br /&gt;that not as foes&lt;br /&gt;shall we blunder in a tussle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not undersand,"&lt;br /&gt;the scholar wrung his hands&lt;br /&gt;"then how are we then to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maiden laughed&lt;br /&gt;and cried "Are you daft?"&lt;br /&gt;"I do not wish to fight,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rather, we shall compete,&lt;br /&gt;a battle of poetic written speech.&lt;br /&gt;And we shall see just who is harder to defeat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shall compose&lt;br /&gt;a series, not of prose,&lt;br /&gt;but of poetry, dear sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept or decline,&lt;br /&gt;either, sir, is fine,&lt;br /&gt;an offer of true honor,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Towards your wondrous&lt;br /&gt;brain, though perhaps not one victorious,&lt;br /&gt;I shall direct my fatal words,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you towards yours ever truly&lt;br /&gt;a stream of words which shall not be unruly&lt;br /&gt;may just beat my stubborn self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scholar's brains&lt;br /&gt;pondered with strain&lt;br /&gt;o'er the offer of the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still she is idle&lt;br /&gt;for the scholar's answer fatal&lt;br /&gt;has not yet reached her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father dear...respond soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6918053099636436989?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6918053099636436989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/06/poetry-competition.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6918053099636436989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6918053099636436989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/06/poetry-competition.html' title='Poetry Competition!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8026144017225043360</id><published>2008-05-31T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:53:12.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caspian Critique</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206616891053791986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGeegDPWvI/AAAAAAAAACs/xYqi1EZdG5Y/s320/miraz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I should have posted on this subject before, but unfortunately, I had forgotten...until now!&lt;br /&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;It so happens that the day after the new Narnia movie, Prince Caspian, came to theatres, my family voyaged to the Cinema Center to see this highly anticipated film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in the theatre, the movie started quite well. The entire film was extremely well done, except that Mother claimed that the movie did not correspond with the book. It so happens that after reading the book, and comparing it to the film, this claim is accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all true Narnians, this is an interesting predicament. The movie added some unnecessary scenes and deleted others that could have been left in and been just as good, if not better. The sad thing is that one of C.S. Lewis's descendants works with Disney and Walden Media on the Narnia productions, but he did not intervene with the playwrites to correct their mistakes. If one had no idea that there were books to go with the movie, I'm sure that they would have given the entire film a five-star rating. I, who have recently read the book with my family, give the film itself a five-star rating, but as far as correspondance goes, a 1 or 2 will have to do. In the future, I hope that this renowned descendant will pull his act together and make the films true to their original expectations as books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was very good in and of itself, though, so I was not entirely disappointed. I love the one on one combat scene with Peter(William Moseley) and Miraz (Sergio Castellitto), and there was a cute appearance of Lucy (Georgie Henley) near the Fords of Baruna :-) . And Reepicheep, well, he was PERFECT!!!! That's probably my favorite character!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGdUerti-I/AAAAAAAAACM/4FVu-jVybNg/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206615619376352226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGdUerti-I/AAAAAAAAACM/4FVu-jVybNg/s320/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGdifGBeBI/AAAAAAAAACU/Vzha8K4E3e8/s1600-h/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206615860004878354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGdifGBeBI/AAAAAAAAACU/Vzha8K4E3e8/s320/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGeKck7OaI/AAAAAAAAACk/71Pj47HHTN8/s1600-h/reepicheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206616546523953570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGeKck7OaI/AAAAAAAAACk/71Pj47HHTN8/s320/reepicheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGd_UVrW3I/AAAAAAAAACc/8Pffhq8vR58/s1600-h/reepicheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all in all, the movie was a good one and I enjoyed it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6714443422697617616-8026144017225043360?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8026144017225043360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/05/caspian-critique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8026144017225043360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8026144017225043360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/05/caspian-critique.html' title='Caspian Critique'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/SEGeegDPWvI/AAAAAAAAACs/xYqi1EZdG5Y/s72-c/miraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6808783143412415137</id><published>2008-05-29T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:47:52.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ( Intensely ) Burnt to a Crisp</title><content type='html'>Hello fans!&lt;br /&gt;I am back...and burnt. Today was an interesting day. I had a field trip to Harrisburg to see the Senators play the Aeros. Mom came with me, so that made it all the more interesting :] . The charter bus ride was exceedingly interesting, as Mother and I had seated ourselves near the front of the bus. Directly behind our seat was a part of a clan bearing the name "The Video Game Geeks". Yes, the entire hour and a half ride was equivalent to the following and more not mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek 1- I finally made it to the (What?) level!&lt;br /&gt;Geek 2- Oh, I already beat that one.&lt;br /&gt;1-Is it easy?&lt;br /&gt;2- That's the easiest one! What upgrade do you have, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Geek 3- Hey, look, he's (Geek 2) going up the steps to the final level!&lt;br /&gt;1- Woah! Already!&lt;br /&gt;2- Must...kill...demons!&lt;br /&gt;(1 and 3 gape in awe at 2's powerful thumb movements)&lt;br /&gt;2- Must...reach...top of...steps...&lt;gasp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sweat pours from Geek 2's glands)&lt;br /&gt;1- He's almost there!&lt;br /&gt;(3 remains awed)&lt;br /&gt;2- Almost...almost...AHHH! Another demon!&lt;br /&gt;1- Oh no! (accidentally bumps 2's game from the side)&lt;br /&gt;2- Hey! Now what happened...my screen's blank... Geek 1... if its broken you're lucky that Aaron has to pay for it. Ok, here we go again. You know, I was about to save my game and YOU had to bump my game.&lt;br /&gt;1- Gee...I'm real sorry there, Geek 2.&lt;br /&gt;2- As I said: you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;3- Good goin' there, Geek 1.&lt;br /&gt;1- I said I was sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was not exact, but close enough...we heard similar conversations on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Mom kept making her turtle face. It looks like a turtle sometimes when she wants to laugh but knows she shouldn't...teehee :-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so then we got to the ball park, which was simple, yet clean and fun. We had a rather uneventful lunch, except for Shane (second bestest buddy*) pretending that his only friend was a post originally used to hold up a fence because there was no more room at the picnic table to sit with us. He's rather odd and I believe he should recieve some form of help a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;The baseball game was boring near the end, but around the 5th inning Shane was feeling light-headed and Quinn (his girlfriend and one of my best friends) was starting to look like a tomato. So was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea which team won because we left at the top of the 9th, but I kinda was rooting for the one and only purple team (the Aeros) because they were winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during several times throughout the game, I created short intervals to go beg Mother for Svedish Fish and also vor an ize pop (some green flavor) and Mountain Dew because Michael** knocked my Vitamin Water off the bleachers into a black hole beneath us. He offered to go buy me a new one, which Mother says is the gentlmanly thing to do, but fortunately I only had a sip left so it really didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, an eventful day, yet typical as far as Shane and Quinn go.&lt;br /&gt;I got sunburnt pretty badly but I feel worse for Mother because her arms got all burnt up and she's ceratain that they shall indeed be immobile by tomorrow :[ .&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the skin around my eyes are most likely going to peel. That will be extremely McBad.&lt;br /&gt;For cousin's sake I will dub it "majorly intense burning at the ball park".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shane is my best-friend-at-school, Quinn's boyfriend, so he has proclaimed him and myself second bestest buddies.&lt;br /&gt;** Previous interest, but me no like no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6808783143412415137?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6808783143412415137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-burnt-to-crisp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6808783143412415137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6808783143412415137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-burnt-to-crisp.html' title='I am ( Intensely ) Burnt to a Crisp'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-749512040499813155</id><published>2008-04-06T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:26:38.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr.</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back and its been a really long time since i've blogged, so i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;(Hey Brandon, learned any new songs on your guitar yet????)&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try really hard to post sooner than what happened this time.&lt;br /&gt;The only cool thing that happened recently was that I went to Hershey to visit my cousins and I saw two of them in a play: Beowulf, User Friendly. Joe and Rach did an awesome job, and Joe, go figure, got to play the mighty Beowulf...yeah, he did great for a really really good actor person, and needless to say, I'm proud of him. I also went to the D*ville High School play, The Sound of Music. The nuns rocked. And Jenny, guess what!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom's steering wheel broke and I got a gelati at rita's!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I had a good day but I dont want to go to school tomorrow...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;O well, at least I had an AWESOME(!!!!!!) weekend and Joshie if you're reading this try to find that orange lizard we found down at the creek and find out if he's poisonous or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I luv Hershey!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-749512040499813155?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/749512040499813155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/04/grr.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/749512040499813155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/749512040499813155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/04/grr.html' title='Grr.'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1038997621627387980</id><published>2008-02-04T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:05:54.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To the Blogging Board</title><content type='html'>Hey fans! I'm finally back with my blog: newly refervished(I think thats how you spell that...)!&lt;br /&gt;I decided on the new look because, well, its a NEW YEAR!!! Yay! I have not decided on a New Year's resolution so I doubt I'll have one this year...yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;My friends, Elizabeth and Jennifer (fondly known as Lizzi and Jen/Icecream&amp;amp;cake and Gummybear) have their own blogs! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.lizzisworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lizzisworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for Lizzi's coolness, or &lt;a href="http://www.gummybearland.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.gummybearland.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for Jen's Ish-Awshomenesh!!! Tune in l8er for more info!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for hopefully trying to save the pigs this past year, and this is your new New Year's resolution:&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE PIGGYZ!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1038997621627387980?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1038997621627387980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-blogging-board.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1038997621627387980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1038997621627387980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-blogging-board.html' title='Back To the Blogging Board'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2140793294021208498</id><published>2007-12-16T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:53:57.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla McOink</title><content type='html'>Thats me.&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;ummhmm&lt;br /&gt;im bored&lt;br /&gt;jen n lizzi rock&lt;br /&gt;hA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2140793294021208498?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2140793294021208498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/12/kayla-mcoink.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2140793294021208498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2140793294021208498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/12/kayla-mcoink.html' title='Kayla McOink'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-7512680403352912033</id><published>2007-10-14T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:22:46.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bam-O</title><content type='html'>Its been a very long while since I last blogged, and I have, belive it or not, found my lunchbox.&lt;br /&gt;My life always seems to speed up. It will be Friday evening. I'll say "I can't wait for tomorrow!", and BAM-O! It's Sunday... Saturday is behind me. Every now and then, if I'm excited about something, I'll tell myself that it will come on its own, but there it happens again...bam-o and all, the exciting event it over. This routine goes on and on and on, like a cycle, and I wonder where it'll end. I guess that we're all running around in circles; not knowing what will happen next, or how soon. I'll remember what I've learned, and decide that I can't wait to, quite frankly, die.&lt;br /&gt;In dying (provided I go to Heaven), I am reborn. I wonder if there will be exciting events in Heaven that will dissapear, like on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come, as they say, so I'll wait for the best, right here. I'll be planted in this spot in life, I'll let the world revolve, and I'll stay right where I am, until best's stairs are right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Bam-O.&lt;br /&gt;There I'll be, before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Live well, love God, and someday, you just might rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the Pigs!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7512680403352912033?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7512680403352912033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-very-long-while-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7512680403352912033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7512680403352912033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-very-long-while-since-i-last.html' title='Bam-O'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4518367338096714609</id><published>2007-09-14T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:09:23.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RusiqbJZvFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CJr3JZUvnAk/s1600-h/friendly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110216314419002450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RusiqbJZvFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CJr3JZUvnAk/s320/friendly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RusifbJZvEI/AAAAAAAAABM/QbWfmTuZOnA/s1600-h/fwend.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110216125440441410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RusifbJZvEI/AAAAAAAAABM/QbWfmTuZOnA/s320/fwend.gif" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many, I say. One minute I'm trying to talk to one of them and another is yelling to me from afar to come see her new hair tie. Or shoes or socks or earrings or...there are definitely more than 3 possibilities. I like having friends and there a zillion of them in my classes, and on my x-country team. To be a good friend to so many girls and a couple guys I have to be very careful to not ignore one friend and pay attention to only one. To be a good friend, I do the following and suggest you do as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break up my time into sections... for example- in art class I sit with two of my friends and that's the time I have with them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At lunch I kinda move from table to table depending on my mood or the day or who asked me to sit with them and I never sit with one person day after day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When one friend asks me to do something with them and I agree I will not back down on it- no matter how fun the other friend's suggestion might be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to keep in touch with all of my friends, wether I see them at school or I call them or go to their house or whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many more things I could tell you about friendship!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I won't bore you any more. Save your friends the pigs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6714443422697617616-4518367338096714609?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4518367338096714609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/09/friend-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4518367338096714609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4518367338096714609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/09/friend-frenzy.html' title='Friend Frenzy'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RusiqbJZvFI/AAAAAAAAABU/CJr3JZUvnAk/s72-c/friendly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-9215841852758110054</id><published>2007-09-10T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:33:22.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RuXUHpzb4HI/AAAAAAAAABE/4THL5T29dmg/s1600-h/oooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108722580267458674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="109" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RuXUHpzb4HI/AAAAAAAAABE/4THL5T29dmg/s320/oooh.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started succesfully, and the school activities have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cross Country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chorus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Middle School Band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost lunchbox hunting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;B minuses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pluses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're all off to a start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunchbox And Seeker: The Sorrow of the Lost and Found...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh lunchbox, whereforart thou oh lunchbox? Thou hast left my sight sometime on the first day of educational strife, and have forced me to use classic paper bags... Oh lunchbox, I left you somewhere, but where? Well anyway, I do like school, and have had a good start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catcha Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-9215841852758110054?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/9215841852758110054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/9215841852758110054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/9215841852758110054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-blues.html' title='School Blues'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RuXUHpzb4HI/AAAAAAAAABE/4THL5T29dmg/s72-c/oooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1048771939933851901</id><published>2007-08-22T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:38:46.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doodlebops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Rsy6zZzb4GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VPk05zDigQ4/s1600-h/dood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101657870166646882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Rsy6zZzb4GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VPk05zDigQ4/s320/dood.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My distant relative and author of the blog 'Paper Bag Hat' must have a problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again...who would put a 'Doodlebops' concert picture on his blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My distant relative, known as Phil A., is a strange youth and would be expected to do so, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it isn't all that suprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to a happier subject... THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops... I shouldn't have used such big print... If my mom saw that, bye-bye computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hello Windex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll go find something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look! There's a Doodlebop concert tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch'a later :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1048771939933851901?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1048771939933851901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/08/doodlebops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1048771939933851901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1048771939933851901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/08/doodlebops.html' title='The Doodlebops?'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Rsy6zZzb4GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VPk05zDigQ4/s72-c/dood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6009255557405190718</id><published>2007-07-24T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:16:23.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqaWRXSRGmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UcLTYM1foGs/s1600-h/squoink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090921653841500770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqaWRXSRGmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UcLTYM1foGs/s320/squoink.bmp" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! A very tiring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I babysat all morning and when I came home, I had to clean my room...in my mom's eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take EVERYTHING out of the closet and sort through it, put it all back &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;neatly, and have it inspected by Mrs. Clean herself. Tommorow afternoon, I'll start on my actual room. These type things take at &lt;em&gt;least &lt;/em&gt;two days. My longest has been four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a higher note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My closet looks really clean! Yay! Maybe mom has a good reason for this. I can actually walk into my walk-in closet... amazing! My room needs a &lt;em&gt;lot &lt;/em&gt;more help... It'll keep me booked till at least 6:00 (including a refreshing dinner break) tommorow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn... I'd better get ready to turn in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember: Save the (oinky clean) pigs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6009255557405190718?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6009255557405190718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6009255557405190718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6009255557405190718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqaWRXSRGmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UcLTYM1foGs/s72-c/squoink.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6936909980291242163</id><published>2007-07-23T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:27:10.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqUym3SRGlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4zO9dnkk4e4/s1600-h/MEEP!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090530597069199954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqUym3SRGlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4zO9dnkk4e4/s320/MEEP!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wanted to be someone else? At one time, I did. My parents (and I) remember that all to well. I would go into details, but I don't think that's nessecary.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize all the things I would miss out on if I was someone else. I love my life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;I've encoutered a devestating thought recently: When I'm married, I probably still won't be a pig consumer. What if my children and hubby asked for a pork roast?!&lt;br /&gt;I've not concluded the answer, but I'm thinking I'll either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quickly suggest going out to dinner,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deny the request and suggest a different favorite dish,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If things get messy, make the hubby cook it and make something else for myself, or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make them want to join my non-hamitarian club of two, I'll describe the gruesome murder of the poor thing (gory details &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;edited out for effect).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life as it is is an adventure. My questions are questioned, and my answers are answered with other answers. My life is filled with questions. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? Was that a question? Do you think that was a question? Am I totally nuts or what?! Oooo, was that an exclamation or a question? Should I sign off for now? I don't know, do you? Will signing off be a good idea? Is it ok if I do? Ok? Will you check out my new poll at the bottom of the page? Thanks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember: Could you please save the pigs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6936909980291242163?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6936909980291242163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6936909980291242163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6936909980291242163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-it-is.html' title='As It Is'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqUym3SRGlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4zO9dnkk4e4/s72-c/MEEP!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4863834552359054848</id><published>2007-07-21T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:55:26.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was one of the craziest nights of my life. My friend's birthday slumber party was filled with games of truth or dare, t-shirt decorating, balloon popping, prize-winning fun! At 2:00 in the morning, we were ready to sleep (well, at least me and one of my friends). At 7:00, we were awakened by another friend who had to go to a swim meet. The rest of us slept till 9.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was two whoppers of doughnuts (I liked the cream-filled) and bagels. YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going on a MAJOR SUGAR RUSH!!!!! :) :) :)!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4863834552359054848?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4863834552359054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4863834552359054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4863834552359054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/yum.html' title='Yum!!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-7634395476562000180</id><published>2007-07-20T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:01:18.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqDN02mxnnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p4rv4-l21yI/s1600-h/yeah....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089293886823702130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="97" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqDN02mxnnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p4rv4-l21yI/s320/yeah....jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many times there has been something I wanted to say, but it either&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't have anything to do with the original topic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After thinking, was maybe a bit offensive, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was forgotten before there was an interval to say it, or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a thought that dismissed the idea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I would say 'never mind'. Ok, so there was a person I saw on the street from my car one time, an older guy in a scooter type thing and he had a golf cap on. A gust of wind came along, and the man's hat blew off his head. I wanted to say to my dad: "Stop the car! that man needs help." But I didn't. I thought &lt;em&gt;never mind, that lady by him will help. &lt;/em&gt;And the car sped on. &lt;em&gt;Never mind. &lt;/em&gt;Never mind helping. Never mind compassion. Never mind that the lady might just walk on past. I felt terrible and I'm still feeling guilty. What would &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;have done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, was it wrong to not help the man? Was it ok to reassure yourself that someone else would help, even if there was a posibility that they might not? You tell me. Am I guilty, or am I not. Well, I should go on with my crusade: Save the pigs!...Never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7634395476562000180?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7634395476562000180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7634395476562000180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7634395476562000180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-mind.html' title='Never Mind'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RqDN02mxnnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p4rv4-l21yI/s72-c/yeah....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2705954126592218479</id><published>2007-07-16T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:20:31.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Know Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RpvCQmmxnlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/55HOoV_K4Yc/s1600-h/oink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087873794541985362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RpvCQmmxnlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/55HOoV_K4Yc/s320/oink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's a hearty nugget of wisdom everyone (should) know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom knows best...only one or two times that I remember her slipping up. She's Awesome, she's fun, cool and dramatic, and there are so many things left that she and I are trying out. Like circles and polka dots. I've just changed all my computer settings to things that have to do with circles and dots. One of my favorite types of ice cream happens to be Dip'n'Dots. You know, the ice cream of the future. Mom dosn't hate circles and dots, in fact, she just bought a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cute fun dress for her 15th highschool reunion with little circles and dots on it. It's fun to do things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE TO MOM: If that dress shrinks in the wash, can I have it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, moms and daughters should stick together. I know most teens don't want anything to do with their parents, but if their mothers bring them up to share everything with them and do things together, this country may grow to be a more united 50 states. That goes for dads and sons too. My brother and dad can get into fights, but in the end, they're wrestling and tickling and doing all sorts of fun stuff! Right now my dad has a lot of things on his agenda. We don't get to be with him all the time. He dosn't like it, I know, and neither does the rest of the family. We make our time with him the best we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, make &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;time with &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;family the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips to help bring a family together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a family game night. Pull out the old deck of Uno cards and have some fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take turns picking a family friendly movie and grab some popcorn for a movie night. My dad makes &lt;em&gt;killer &lt;/em&gt;kettle corn. Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pop in a CD and rock out in the car! I know it sounds crazy, but it's really fun to see how others in the family interpret the lyrics!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out to dinner at a family restraunt, or even better, pull out the cookbook and each make a different course of dinner...Mom- Soup or salad, Son- Main meal, Daughter- dessert, and do it so you can surprise dad when he walks through the door. &lt;em&gt;Forget &lt;/em&gt;TV dinners. Turn off the box and talk to each other. It's a really fun thing to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a hike...literally! Go to the nearest trail and explore your surroundings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those are only a few of the ideas &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;brilliant mind can come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and about those dinners, I do not suggest pork, ham, sausage, bacon, or any other like products. It just would &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;do for a &lt;em&gt;family &lt;/em&gt;dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the pigs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2705954126592218479?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2705954126592218479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/moms-know-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2705954126592218479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2705954126592218479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/moms-know-best.html' title='Moms Know Best'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/RpvCQmmxnlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/55HOoV_K4Yc/s72-c/oink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2021916005262282556</id><published>2007-07-09T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:23:10.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Stuff</title><content type='html'>Nothing extremely exiting going on here...yet.&lt;br /&gt;Phil's going to boyscout camp...soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dog sitting this summer...yay.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad just bought a new grill... narly.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Wal-Mart tonight...hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad day...great.&lt;br /&gt;This is fun...kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I have $50,000...in a game.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Ohio in August...best thing yet!&lt;br /&gt;This day is getting better...a little.&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing reeeealy sllooowwlyy.   .   .  yeeeeaahhhh   .&lt;br /&gt;Imtypingreallyfast...coolio!!&lt;br /&gt;Did ya know that the Tasman Sea is right by New Zealand...wow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a birthday party next Friday...cheese.&lt;br /&gt;This is weird...meepeth.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out y'all...lol.&lt;br /&gt;TTYL...G2G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2021916005262282556?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2021916005262282556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2021916005262282556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2021916005262282556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuff.html' title='...Stuff'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8643493642312944763</id><published>2007-07-04T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:07:49.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Olde Firecrackers</title><content type='html'>It's Independence Day, folks!&lt;br /&gt;Wave your flags and set off ye olde firecrackers. Attend the nearest parade. Have apple pie, hot dogs,  and food colored  marshmallows  with multicolored  sprinkles. Have fun and stuff... right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't set your socks on fire or anything... don't stuff yourself, and laugh heartily.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Buy BEEF HOT DOGS (To save the pigs) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-8643493642312944763?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8643493642312944763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-independence-day-folks-wave-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8643493642312944763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8643493642312944763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-independence-day-folks-wave-your.html' title='Ye Olde Firecrackers'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2795682971781629816</id><published>2007-06-21T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:01:01.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Type This With A Jammed Finger?</title><content type='html'>It was Tuesday afternoon. At the neighbors' pool. The deep end had sloped sides down to the bottom. I dove in. I hit the sloped side unsuspectedly I hit my left hand and almost hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;When I came up to the top my middle finger hurt. Really bad. My aunt said to work it a little while. I did but it still hurt. My grandmother said I stoved it. My aunt pointed out that it was jammed, not stoved. Either way, it&lt;em&gt; really &lt;/em&gt;hurt. I went home. My finger was turning blueish, then purple. I iced it, but by that time, my finger was the size of a small bouncy ball. It reminded me of my 2-year-old cousin's stomach, the way it bulged out. Today, it was in a splint that mom bought at Eckerds. I am typing as fast as I can with a splinted finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have horrible news. Elvy is in need of plastic surgery. My cousin Moni ripped him off his keychain. All I need is a pair of pliers (Ahem, Father), and I can fix him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Thats all. I'm done. Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2795682971781629816?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2795682971781629816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-can-i-type-this-with-jammed-finger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2795682971781629816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2795682971781629816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-can-i-type-this-with-jammed-finger.html' title='How Can I Type This With A Jammed Finger?'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1128072898830368763</id><published>2007-06-17T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:36:35.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis Goes Goth     (C) Mom 2007</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening we were at a friend's house.(The following is staged between intervals of playing 'spy' with a 6 year old girl in a red dress-up dress and silver sequins with a Disney Princess 'Jasmine' headband and a boa with not feathers, but that plastic pompom stuff. Very purple.)The 8 year old boy, Evan, handed me a little keychain. "Here. Put it in your pocket and take it home." "What... What &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;this?!" I asked. "Just take it home" "O...k..." I said as I stuffed it in my jeans pocket. Carli (the little 6-year-old) tugged me downstairs for our next 'Mission Somewhat Possible'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the keychain until I sat on it in the car. I pulled it out and randomly remarked "It's so &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;  "What is?" Mom asked. "This!" I handed it up to the front passenger seat. "It looks like Elvis! It has the curled lip and everything!" I'm glad she wasn't driving.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Elvis Parsley. I'm taking him everywhere with me. I can tell people I can give them Elvis's autograph and dip his feet into the stamp pad and charge them a dollar!" I rambled. " He looks Goth! He has black lipstick on, honey!" She said. " I don't care. He uses the new product 'Mouth-Liner. He's the new star of my blog!" I retorted. "I want his autograph!" That was my brother in the seat beside me. "Give me a buck." "I'm going out to the woods right now." "NO! A buck as in a dolla! 1 dolla, 1 dolla. Moo-lah." It didn't work so well. I didn't end up with that 'dolla' bill, and he didn't get an autograph. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I showed 'Elvy' the house. "Now this is the bathroom, Elvy. Do you need to go? 'Cause if you do, we're gonna have a problem getting those pants down." My mom and brother cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Phil (my bro) woke me up to look for Elvy. He was jealous. "Where is he? I want El-vyyyy! (I had cleverly hid Elvis in my glasses case the night before) When he wasn't looking, I snuck it under the bed. "In here? How 'bout here?" It was endless torture. He finally stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Elvis Parsley is the new star of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1128072898830368763?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1128072898830368763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/elvis-goes-goth-c-mom-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1128072898830368763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1128072898830368763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/elvis-goes-goth-c-mom-2007.html' title='Elvis Goes Goth     (C) Mom 2007'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-6485752464676796611</id><published>2007-06-11T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:21:22.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Not Worthy of a Title</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog, huh. Well nothing has really happened here. I'm just hangin' with my bro. And mom. And dad. And dog. And rabbits. And piggies. And the TV.&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked cherries off our cherry tree. we sold them a buck a sandwich bag. One bag left. We ate some, too.   &lt;strong&gt;:-)   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. I wonder why. I'm not getting anywhere. I guess you think that if there's nothing to blog about, I shouldn't blog, but its releiving some stress. The stress is confidential as of yet, but I can tell you it has to do with a fuzzy flower, Lexi, and head start. Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-6485752464676796611?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6485752464676796611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-blog-is-not-worthy-of-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6485752464676796611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/6485752464676796611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-blog-is-not-worthy-of-title.html' title='This Blog is Not Worthy of a Title'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-7553003735576866002</id><published>2007-06-07T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:31:16.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Trunk?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if I've been confusing you with my blogs, but I'm the type of person that when I have something to say, putting down in words dosn't really work. So if I confused you, then i'll give you an unconfusing blog to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little elephant named Skippy. Skippy was very famous for his large trunk. He could hold up to 20 items in it. It held cordial cordial, and sometimes even bears bears. One day, Skippy felt skippy and went skippy-ing off to his hidden hide-out. He was never heard of in the herd again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of the End of the End. The End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-7553003735576866002?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7553003735576866002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/trunk-or-trunk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7553003735576866002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/7553003735576866002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/trunk-or-trunk.html' title='Trunk or Trunk?'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4102321162816577147</id><published>2007-06-06T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:34:15.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Pigs Fly</title><content type='html'>My mother is a very interesting person. As a child, her sister told her that her dad didn't want her, he wanted a boy. My mother decided that she would change her name to 'Billy' and be a boy so her dad would be happy. Now, 'Ma Billy' has proclaimed that she will roast me because I'm a pig. To her, I'm her little meeping piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard the saying 'when pigs fly'. Well, I plan on flying... someday. We were playing a variation of 4-square, when mom said to me "When pigs fly!" I started to sing "I beleive I can fly!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the (flying) Pigs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4102321162816577147?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4102321162816577147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-pigs-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4102321162816577147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4102321162816577147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-pigs-fly.html' title='When Pigs Fly'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-8633926643379406947</id><published>2007-06-05T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:14:18.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Trageties</title><content type='html'>I had a tragic Monday.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the scoop: So on Monday I was looking forward to a nice afternoon/evening with some friends over that night. For dinner, there would be steak patties and burgers. I naturaly wanted steak. I decided to put my steak on a potato bun.&lt;br /&gt;" Umm! Mom, this is goood. There's like this thing like bacon around it. Wow. I didn't know that there was beef bacon! Dad, you should get some. "&lt;br /&gt;I ate the whole thing, still thinking about 'beef bacon'. "So, how was your steak?" Dad asked. "I hope you enjoyed your bacon." I looked at him. He looked kinda weird. I thought for a minute, then I asked "Did I just eat a PIG?!". He didn't look at me, but replied "Sorry... I forgot to tell you. I'm so sorry, Kayla." Me, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from the bathroom, lets call her Mrs. S, asked " So what led to your decision not to eat pork?" " I kinda like pigs..." I replied feebly. I didn't have the gumption to say more. My brother did. " She dosn't like the fact that pigs are murdered and eaten" he said. Boy... that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... well lets not go there. But let me tell you, I was sure my mom would dive under&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. S's legs after the dog after the tennis ball. Thank goodness she didn't. It would &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;have been pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it: The tragic trageties. Well at least this was the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-8633926643379406947?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8633926643379406947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/tragic-trageties.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8633926643379406947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/8633926643379406947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/tragic-trageties.html' title='Tragic Trageties'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2872038490655033358</id><published>2007-06-02T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:13:57.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve of the Purple Cow</title><content type='html'>We all know that white milk comes from black and white cows, low fat milk comes from skinny cows, 1 and 2% milk comes from a cow missing either 1 or 2% of itself, whole milk comes from fatty cows, chocolate milk comes from brown cows, strawberry milk comes from pink cows, and skim milk comes from scalped cows. But were does grape juice come from? The ledgend is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night long ago, in a barnyard far, far away, a strawberry cow and a chocolate bull awaited the birth of their calf. On January 29, around quarter of 12, the strawberry cow struggled to give birth. At 12:00 midnight, the wet calf emerged from the womb. After being cleaned off, the cow and bull reacted as if he were Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Their little calf, a girl, was purple! When the cow was milked, a purple juice streamed into the bucket. It was mistaken for grape juice. That was the first and last of the purple cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. The Eve of the Purple Cow is Jan. 29, so grab a tall glass of grape juice, add some vanilla ice cream, and stick a swirly straw in it. Relax and enjoy! Here is a rhyme the milkmaid of the purple cow created:&lt;br /&gt; I never saw a purple cow&lt;br /&gt; and never hope to see one.&lt;br /&gt; But I can tell you anyhow,&lt;br /&gt; I'd rather see than be one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2872038490655033358?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2872038490655033358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/eve-of-purple-cow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2872038490655033358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2872038490655033358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/eve-of-purple-cow.html' title='The Eve of the Purple Cow'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-4094479240520983278</id><published>2007-06-01T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:52:14.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Seconds</title><content type='html'>Yes!!!!! Only one and a half days left of school!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've cleaned out my locker (almost) entirely, had 3 free root beer floats at the school carnival, raced my friend Eden through an inflated obstacle course (I won), sharpened a pencil until it broke, won an erasable pen in a drawing, sorted 175 environmental science books, and watched an extremely close game of basketball: Students vs. Teachers. The teachers won by a three- pointer in the last 13 seconds. :-( A lot for one day.&lt;br /&gt;My piggies unfortunately did not receive the privelege to spectate this game. I caught them sneaking extra helpings of stuffing under the bed when they thought I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my flip-flops broke in midleap ( I jumped up and gave a student playing basketball a leaping ovation), so I walked to my ride at the end of the day with a half bare foot. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Well, ttyl! Remember: Save the (overstuffed) Pigs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-4094479240520983278?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4094479240520983278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-only-one-and-half-days-left-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4094479240520983278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/4094479240520983278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-only-one-and-half-days-left-of.html' title='13 Seconds'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-2163794483364353260</id><published>2007-05-31T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:54:41.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the Hole!</title><content type='html'>What did I tell ya. It's a not-so- daily squeal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an interesting day. We went on a trip to the Lackawanna Coal Mine and we actually went down into the mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hopped into the mine car, and an attendant shut the doors. Then we started moving. We were all sitting &lt;em&gt;backwards&lt;/em&gt;, going down a rather steep slope into the mine. It didn't go terribly fast, but it was cramped and crowded, and it got darker, and darker and darker. I figured out something about myself: I'm a bit clostrophobic (if thats how you spell it). We got down into the fifty degree mine. It was dimly lit with electric lights, and was extremely damp. I didn't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came to the first part of the tour, the guide showed how a miner would drill a hole, and place a stick of dynamite into the hole. This was fake dynamite, so don't be alarmed. He pushed down a lever, and sounds of explosion echoed through the mine. I kept myself from screaming, but clung to my friend Krissy, who did scream. Then there was the hand. The guide gave us examples of the dangers of the mines. One section showed a depiction of a cave-in. Out of the rubble a hand was reaching up for help. If that wasn't freaky enough, the fingers started moving! Krissy and I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were models of miners everywhere you looked. They each showed what jobs the miners had. They were extremely life-like. It didn't help when the guide pointed to one of the models and said: "There's my dad!".  I took it literally. The guide also said at one point: "If something brushes against your legs, its probably a rat as big as a cat.". Some guide. In most cases I wouldn't mind seeing a rat, but one as big as a &lt;em&gt;cat &lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were deep in the mine, the guide decided to turn off the electric lights to show us how little the miners could see. He had a miner's hat on. He turned on the light, and covered it to show how little light there was when miners had to use candles. Then, at the boys' request, he turned off all the lights. Krissy and I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back up wasn't any better than going down. Although we were now facing forward, we were going at what I say are break-neck speeds up the incline. When I got back to the surface, I was nearly blinded by the light. When I could see again, Krissy pointed with a trembling finger to the upper right hand corner of the semi-open front. a hand was there. I yelped.&lt;br /&gt;I later found out that it was a fake hand that was ued to let the attendants know where to stop the mine car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder that all the things in this blog are not tall tales. Thank You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-2163794483364353260?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2163794483364353260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/fire-in-hole.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2163794483364353260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/2163794483364353260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/fire-in-hole.html' title='Fire in the Hole!'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1279249382496293142</id><published>2007-05-29T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:35:52.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Job</title><content type='html'>School is a highlight of my life. I enjoy school, and (not to brag), am a straight 'A' student. I have many friends. My besties: Breezy, Sabrina, Kate and Laurel. These guys are the bestest!! I'm a friendly person, and so are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would enjoy being a teacher, because I'm the type that children are drawn to. This summer, I plan to babysit for my aunt's kids. I relate to younger kids in a few ways: 1) I remember all those theme songs from the little kids' shows (Sesame Street, Dora...). Yeah, that's the weird one. 2) I know how to solve a problem, like a fight over a toy, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need some summer job ideas! Send some in through the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1279249382496293142?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1279249382496293142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/odd-job.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1279249382496293142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1279249382496293142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/odd-job.html' title='Odd Job'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-22962664812959198</id><published>2007-05-28T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:19:28.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not-So-Daily Squeal</title><content type='html'>So this might not be a particularly &lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt; squeal. Don't get tears all over your keyboard over this, but I can't do this every day of my life. Tough stuff I know. :( ...  Ok, so I'm dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some comments people!! Is this blog boring, exciting, weird, whaddaya think? I like hearing people's opinions, so blurt 'em out! I can handle 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around 3 things: Pigs, brothers, and parents. My 'rents are great people... even if they won't let me get a cell phone. "Dream on. " They tell me. But that's ok. I have all I'll ever need, and mostly everything I want. They're great examples for me. My bro, on the other hand... well, he's not&lt;em&gt; terrible,&lt;/em&gt; but he's typically little brotherish.  He's fun to talk to, when he's not tying up some dolls and hanging them in his closet! It's really funny, and that was a long time ago. He's the most humorous in the family. I can never be in the same room with him without laughing at a joke he's made up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are my piggies. Cute, cuddly and warm. Thats all, folks.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the pigs (and send me comments)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-22962664812959198?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/22962664812959198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-so-daily-squeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/22962664812959198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/22962664812959198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-so-daily-squeal.html' title='The Not-So-Daily Squeal'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-1590429146071461526</id><published>2007-05-27T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:06:10.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day: A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>As I was eating breakfast this morning, I overheard a conversation between my dad and my litte bro. Dad was explaining the meaning of Memorial Day to him: "We remember all the people who fought in WWI and WWII, Vietnam, The Civil War, all the wars, and realize that if it weren't for the soldiers fighting, you wouldn't be here cracking an egg... we might have been speaking German if there wasn't anyone protecting us. We wouldn't be free." That really sunk in. So now I get to the point of the meaning of freedom. Freedom is a beautiful word, but its meaning is many times misunderstood. Freedom is being independant, but there really are still boundaries. You are not stopped from going anywhere... that is, unless you overstep the boundaries. These boundaries are laws that are enforced by authority. You overstep the boundaries when you break the rules. the rules are there to help you. So this Memorial Day, feel free to have fun and enjoy a day off(if you have one), and remember the guys (and gals) who fought for us, and follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the lecture's over, so lets get to the fun stuff! My mom has this tendancy to make a pun without meaning to (its hysterical), and so when she came across my plush doll lovingly named Flossie, with a leg missing, just sprawled on my bed, she told me she 'just fell apart'! So, yeah... my mom's humorous without even meaning to be. Then there was something that came up about dresser drawers, and she said '' I hope your pants are in drawers!" Superman! Hoho...Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-1590429146071461526?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1590429146071461526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1590429146071461526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/1590429146071461526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-day-to-remember.html' title='Memorial Day: A Day to Remember'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714443422697617616.post-3796538372713720775</id><published>2007-05-26T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:04:14.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Without Bacon</title><content type='html'>It's me! A dramat(w)een with a passion for piggies. Welcome to my blog. I'll be sharing stuff about me, my life, and my piggy slippers. I won't eat pig products, so I live a life without bacon, sausage... you got it. Well, lets see if I can keep up with this and make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Save the pigs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714443422697617616-3796538372713720775?l=narnianindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3796538372713720775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-without-bacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3796538372713720775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714443422697617616/posts/default/3796538372713720775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narnianindisguise.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-without-bacon.html' title='A Life Without Bacon'/><author><name>Princess Elwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413206739030303097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FsYLiWG3jKU/Slu73_Qn-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QDa7i84kH_4/S220/pev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
