<?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-9123081985052753296</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:33:08.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Symphonic Artist</title><subtitle type='html'>"Happiness...it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort."
Vincent Van Gogh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-9086223177447022908</id><published>2010-03-10T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:43:07.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>...I still have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would of thought that a 16 year old homeschooler could be so busy?&lt;br /&gt;But really I haven't been THAT busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving around in this AMAZING weather! I'm so excited for Spring. I guess I've already done my "Spring Cleaning." My room has been an utter mess for what seems like forever, cause I officially have no where to put anything. So my dad found something big he could threaten me with. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lauren...You are not getting behind the wheel of a car again until you do something with your room."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually excited he said that, because I've been wanting to clean my room.  But now I had a good reason to clean my room. It was much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent my whole Saturday in my room finding a place for my stuff, I come out of the room with 3 1/2 filled black trash bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now have a little bit more money for my (tiny) college fund. I found a penny every now and then, and sometimes even a dime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find a job...&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about applying at The Gap Outlet actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bless you for reading my pointless blog. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123081985052753296-9086223177447022908?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/9086223177447022908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/9086223177447022908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/9086223177447022908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-7262454019246906493</id><published>2010-02-12T09:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:28:31.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimless, Haphazard and Random.</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I forgot I had a blog. I know, I know, "Lauren, How could you!?"&lt;br /&gt;Well see, my life just isn't exciting right now. I'm a homeschooler, I almost never leave the house. Unless I'm going to church or to the grocery store. My life is pretty boring at times, and writing down my life on a blog would just bore the 2-3 readers I have to death. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call this an "Aimless, Haphazard and Random Blog"?? Three words that sometimes describe my life ;)&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll get more exciting soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 19th 2010-&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Driving Permit Exam! And I am officially driving on real roads now. Haven't stepped up to the big interstate yet, I think my mom is more nervous than I am. July 19th 2010 is when I can get my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just sitting here thinking of what to write about next. It's not that I have so much to write about, it's that I have absolutely nothing interesting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ha! Well, this is old-ish news. But some of you may find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way home from dinner one night about two months ago, and I found my little 7 year old brother, Brock, writing on the steamed up car window. I wish I took a picture! But he drew a big heart and wrote "Brock loves Anna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I think it was Anna, he's had so many girlfriends there names have become a blur]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "Is that your girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;he responded "Mmmhmmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I asked him if he had a girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;and he said "Yes, Anna. But kids make fun of us at recess time."&lt;br /&gt;Poor Brock, that's sad. But I can't help but smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes my brother has had his fair share of "girlfriends." For about a year now he has been telling me about how my best friend and him are going to get married. Also, he's told me about how he had a third grade girlfriend that lives down the street. And for the longest time when he was 2 or 3, he thought my cousin was his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is,&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently my brother is a chick magnet?"&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123081985052753296-7262454019246906493?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/7262454019246906493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/7262454019246906493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/7262454019246906493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Aimless, Haphazard and Random.'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-424308313567782777</id><published>2010-01-15T10:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:17:38.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Untitled Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Through the sad frowns&lt;br /&gt;The cheerful smiles&lt;br /&gt;Through the blessings&lt;br /&gt;And through the trials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;And the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Through the happiness&lt;br /&gt;And through your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our countless laughs&lt;br /&gt;And the sorrowful tears&lt;br /&gt;When your brutally hurt&lt;br /&gt;Through your many fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the rough days&lt;br /&gt;And those sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Through the tough times&lt;br /&gt;And those pointless fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And your beautifully broken&lt;br /&gt;You can run to me&lt;br /&gt;My arms are wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything life throws at us&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is true&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it gets&lt;br /&gt;I'll always stick with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren Ashleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheezy? A little I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Took me about 20 minutes to write. I was writing a song for some friends as a Christmas present. But that kind of just went down in flames, so I had to quickly write something. And this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Still fixing it up a bit. I added another couple lines to it than the original I gave to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tell me what you think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123081985052753296-424308313567782777?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/424308313567782777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-untitled-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/424308313567782777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/424308313567782777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-untitled-poem.html' title='My Untitled Poem'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-6240189738349491955</id><published>2010-01-11T21:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:58:22.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Be My Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0vZgzeDVxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lIPH_UsrJB4/s1600-h/IMG_9129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425669333693191954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0vZgzeDVxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lIPH_UsrJB4/s320/IMG_9129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately, I've had this little obsession with making Friendship Bracelets. I think it's becoming a problem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember back in elementry school this used to be so popular. And even in Sunday School. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to Hobby Lobby to buy more string, I'm googling new designs, my mom even bought me this lot of like 132 different colored DMC floss, on Ebay. Aaaah!&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&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made multiple new friends. Just because they saw my artistic talent in bracelet making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel special having a bunch of random people flaunt that they're my friend ;)&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&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I don't think that a silly bracelet determines who I'm friends with.&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&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why all of the sudden I started making them? I guess I'm just trying to cure boredom. Which is usually what I'm trying to do 99% of the time.&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&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I did make all the ones in the picture. Those are just a couple of the endless pile of unfinished and some completed bracelets I've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meaning of Friendship Bracelets: "Originally made popular in the 70's, during the time of peave &amp;amp; love, they are symbolic, meaningful, and can also be quite fashionable." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, would you like one? :D&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/9123081985052753296-6240189738349491955?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6240189738349491955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-be-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/6240189738349491955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/6240189738349491955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-be-my-friend.html' title='Wanna Be My Friend?'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0vZgzeDVxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lIPH_UsrJB4/s72-c/IMG_9129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-6882201450723188795</id><published>2010-01-09T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:19:01.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nannie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0k43F0iKsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4G88pjyrN6M/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424929745250953922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0k43F0iKsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4G88pjyrN6M/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Great Grandma turned 90 today. I'm so happy and thankful that she has made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Nannie :)&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/9123081985052753296-6882201450723188795?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/6882201450723188795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-nannie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/6882201450723188795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/6882201450723188795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-nannie.html' title='Happy Birthday Nannie!'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S0k43F0iKsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4G88pjyrN6M/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-4856367947388669384</id><published>2009-12-23T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:21:59.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQo72XFqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gvAqlMkfz7A/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481965870814882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQo72XFqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gvAqlMkfz7A/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQor_D8uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/upH11Gk8AWI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481961612341986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQor_D8uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/upH11Gk8AWI/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQoY4Pt5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OhjzfgzatPM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481956483479442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQoY4Pt5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OhjzfgzatPM/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQoGRr8VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WMI0TgPVcuA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481951489913170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQoGRr8VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WMI0TgPVcuA/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQn68vZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vP4GyN1axRE/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481948449269714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQn68vZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vP4GyN1axRE/s320/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJRCX5wosI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ciKCilFsAoo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482402897994434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJRCX5wosI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ciKCilFsAoo/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJRCThwYXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CwQcAud3ukE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482401723572594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJRCThwYXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CwQcAud3ukE/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNOW! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9123081985052753296-4856367947388669384?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4856367947388669384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4856367947388669384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4856367947388669384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SzJQo72XFqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gvAqlMkfz7A/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-4003934703042154366</id><published>2009-12-01T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:22:34.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello Friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To start out my "blogging career" I thought I would share some pictures from my recent trip to Arkansas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWGDhpuSqI/AAAAAAAAACg/KCmoN15gfGc/s1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410377922486618786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWGDhpuSqI/AAAAAAAAACg/KCmoN15gfGc/s320/zz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My grandma and Gracie, my little cousin. Isn't she &lt;em&gt;CUTE&lt;/em&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWGVTDKS5I/AAAAAAAAACo/3TQ_mK6IKso/s1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378227804425106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWGVTDKS5I/AAAAAAAAACo/3TQ_mK6IKso/s320/zzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My other baby cousin Curtis. Every time I got my camera out he would run over to me and basically steal it while saying &lt;strong&gt;"Iwannasee! Iwannasee! Iwannasee!"&lt;/strong&gt; Gotta love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWG2VyV_hI/AAAAAAAAACw/DDQ_G1nj9b4/s1600/zzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378795474877970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWG2VyV_hI/AAAAAAAAACw/DDQ_G1nj9b4/s320/zzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me and brady (my older brother) shooting BB guns on Thanksgiving day. Don't worry, no one was injured... &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWHOtZfd8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yWM3wHPXhLA/s1600/zzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410379214129952706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWHOtZfd8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yWM3wHPXhLA/s320/zzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my family did ALL DAY LONG. Something called... &lt;em&gt;Farmville&lt;/em&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We didn't drive 12 hours down there just to watch you take in lost cows and pick strawberries all day! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWHu7vMhOI/AAAAAAAAADA/ctBbqBH7wjk/s1600/zzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410379767734895842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWHu7vMhOI/AAAAAAAAADA/ctBbqBH7wjk/s320/zzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Duck Boat. It's pretty much a boat on wheels. It goes off the road into the river for a tour of Hot Springs. People have died on Duck Boats. I rode on one a couple summers ago.  I &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; wasn't scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWIcdhVohI/AAAAAAAAADI/6TXsz7Xbj6Y/s1600/zzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410380549897691666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWIcdhVohI/AAAAAAAAADI/6TXsz7Xbj6Y/s320/zzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We went on a vigerous hike up West Mountian. 2.5 to 3 miles. This was just the beginning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWKAmorURI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jjgLUkdyUrE/s1600/zzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410382270331310354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWKAmorURI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jjgLUkdyUrE/s320/zzzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The View! We were about half way up. We went to the peak next, and I kept hearing &lt;em&gt;"We're almost there, We're almost there"&lt;/em&gt; then an hour later, we were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWKblUJYOI/AAAAAAAAADY/Xv6cfiAEJDA/s1600/zzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410382733833232610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWKblUJYOI/AAAAAAAAADY/Xv6cfiAEJDA/s320/zzzzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On our way back to Kentucky we stopped in Nashville, Tennessee. And went to the Grand Ole Opry to see there insane Christmas lights. This was there life sized nativity scene. They had speakers blaring out the Christmas story from Matthew and Luke. It was nice to know that they were witnessing to visitors, even at &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; A.M.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWMOtGl9AI/AAAAAAAAADg/FicuECDZCpI/s1600/zzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410384711608824834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWMOtGl9AI/AAAAAAAAADg/FicuECDZCpI/s320/zzzzzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me in front of the big tree of lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well, that was my trip to Arkansas.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks for reading :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123081985052753296-4003934703042154366?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4003934703042154366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-trip-to-hot-springs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4003934703042154366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4003934703042154366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-trip-to-hot-springs.html' title='My Trip to Hot Springs'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/SxWGDhpuSqI/AAAAAAAAACg/KCmoN15gfGc/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123081985052753296.post-4830439854727658626</id><published>2009-11-29T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:50:49.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's a little bit about me, Lauren Ashleigh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1]&lt;/strong&gt; First and most importantly, God is number one in my life. Without Him I am nothing. I don't mind if that makes me an outcast, or a freak to you. I live for Jesus, and that's who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2]&lt;/strong&gt; I'm very Creative. I love anything art related. Drawing, painting, design, photography, writing songs ect. I can't get enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3]&lt;/strong&gt; I laugh alot. I laugh at everything. I love to make people laugh. I am a people person. I'm not the most outgoing person out there. But I love people and talking and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4]&lt;/strong&gt; Family &amp;amp; friends. Two things I doubt I could live without. They are my life. I love my family unconditionally. And my friends are just the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5]&lt;/strong&gt; I am very random and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why did I decide to start a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well my friend came to me saying I take amazing pictures and I should start a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's basically it. So, here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Symphonic Artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's the name of my blog. Took me about an hour to come up with this, but I think it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess this title kind of desribes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm an Artistic person. Plus I adore music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I look at art and music alot differently than most probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't really know how to describe a Symphonic piece of art. But that's just one way I describe God's Creation I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, That's &lt;strong&gt;Me. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Lauren Ashleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123081985052753296-4830439854727658626?l=thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/feeds/4830439854727658626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4830439854727658626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123081985052753296/posts/default/4830439854727658626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesymphonicartist.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>Lauren Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11851586049034184926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwEFsxAcLxI/S5ex1Ve1p_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdfeXuwG5y8/S220/IMG_4946+remixed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
