<?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-4562447877508949228</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:57.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Arielle</title><subtitle type='html'>"I was free between the pages."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-8384512280430974124</id><published>2009-01-08T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:08:09.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you, so bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.funadvice.com/photo/image/old/38533/RobertPatt_Kambo_6482771_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://images.funadvice.com/photo/image/old/38533/RobertPatt_Kambo_6482771_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimmeeeee :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-8384512280430974124?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8384512280430974124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=8384512280430974124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8384512280430974124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8384512280430974124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-you-so-bad.html' title='I want you, so bad.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-5592332287351856673</id><published>2009-01-07T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:08:50.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;would grow out to this length already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/vpyclw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 487px" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/vpyclw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4562447877508949228-5592332287351856673?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5592332287351856673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=5592332287351856673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5592332287351856673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5592332287351856673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-my-hair.html' title='I wish my hair'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/vpyclw_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-8203845491688161340</id><published>2009-01-05T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:24:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm an open book, so read me carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am solely to myself, kept off from you but kept close to my photographs and music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a passionate person but I am not your baby and I definetly don't belong to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With that being said, take care and watch me completely pass you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-8203845491688161340?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8203845491688161340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=8203845491688161340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8203845491688161340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8203845491688161340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-attitude.html' title='a new attitude'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-393790025066080275</id><published>2009-01-04T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:51:34.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first stencil!</title><content type='html'>So, last night as John Mayer played on my iphone I started to make my very first stencil. In the process, my xacto knife slid off of my art table (as I went to go text my friend back) and stabbed me in the leg. I survived obviously, but blood was everywhere &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's nothing special, but here is my first attempt at a stencil:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/2ic7alk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2ic7alk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song at the moment is Werewolf by CocoRosie.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-393790025066080275?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/393790025066080275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=393790025066080275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/393790025066080275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/393790025066080275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-stencil.html' title='my first stencil!'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2ic7alk_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-7038873539774776288</id><published>2009-01-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:59:22.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rih dihk yuh lus lee hurt.....</title><content type='html'>I want to love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;But, you'll never let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you were closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't let someone do this to me after &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, look at myself. Damn repeated patterns.&lt;br /&gt;I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;Oye vey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-7038873539774776288?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7038873539774776288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=7038873539774776288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7038873539774776288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7038873539774776288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/rih-dihk-yuh-lus-lee-hurt.html' title='rih dihk yuh lus lee hurt.....'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-7456300910067357956</id><published>2009-01-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:19:38.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days are attached to the strings of red balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and they keep rising, higher and higher and higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight we watched the fireworks, you told me to smile for the sky was taking our picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, how I loved your smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My new years was the best I've ever had so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-7456300910067357956?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7456300910067357956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=7456300910067357956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7456300910067357956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7456300910067357956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-days-are-attached-to-strings-of-red.html' title='My days are attached to the strings of red balloons'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-4708392691934083530</id><published>2008-12-30T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:38:30.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best winter break EVER!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for what tomorrow is going to bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the day with my two lovely friends,&lt;br /&gt;Xtine &amp;amp; Yani!&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Panera Bread where I destroyed Xtine with pickles, thankyou Yani for your input ;D&lt;br /&gt;We got some crafts at Joann's and made beaded things, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a whole album dedicated to the last week of my winter break considering I didn't think to buy a ton of disposable cameras in the beginning. It probably would have been a good idea- oh well. Now I know!&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, Yani's boyfriend, came over later and we all went to dinner at the Marriot which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my flickr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/juliaarielle/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/juliaarielle/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-4708392691934083530?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4708392691934083530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=4708392691934083530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4708392691934083530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4708392691934083530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-winter-break-ever.html' title='best winter break EVER!'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-6412616750466589926</id><published>2008-12-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:22:05.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alela Diane &amp; soko - two inspirations.</title><content type='html'>"I am currently a wanderer, here and there and then back home to Nevada City, or wait I've moved back North to Portland once more!- all these collections I've made- feathers! river rocks! antique lace! have been placed on a new window sill (yet again)... The pines have my heart &amp; I keep running back. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jYnpz3XQidg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jYnpz3XQidg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtbGQnOv6IE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtbGQnOv6IE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-6412616750466589926?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6412616750466589926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=6412616750466589926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6412616750466589926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6412616750466589926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Alela Diane &amp; soko - two inspirations.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-8477832775113907267</id><published>2008-12-25T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:40:42.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cameras make me blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/33lpefn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/33lpefn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; so does Aaron ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/k2k57p.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/k2k57p.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4562447877508949228-8477832775113907267?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8477832775113907267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=8477832775113907267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8477832775113907267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8477832775113907267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/cameras-make-me-blush.html' title='cameras make me blush'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/33lpefn_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-2320772494114702445</id><published>2008-12-23T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:31:43.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Safest Ledge- Copeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYWa1SY9PfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYWa1SY9PfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-2320772494114702445?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2320772494114702445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=2320772494114702445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2320772494114702445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2320772494114702445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-safest-ledge-copeland.html' title='On The Safest Ledge- Copeland'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-6323499409210012900</id><published>2008-12-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:19:26.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best sunday in forever</title><content type='html'>Around 4ish, Xtine and I headed over to the Cheesecake Factory in Ft. Laudy to meet up with Gage, Aaron and Tray. They came down to visit since Gage had a photoshoot with &lt;strong&gt;Love, She Wrote&lt;/strong&gt; who seem like nice guys. Aaron and I decided to go for a walk during the photoshoot which was nice and I'll just leave it at that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Aaron &amp;amp; Tray went with us to the Marriot where Aaron and I walked down towards the ocean and Xtine and Tray staid a little farther behind us. It was a bummer that my parents wanted me home by 10:30, in which I came in a little late, as usual. But, I suppose they had me come in so early because I slept over Xtine's on Saturday and staid out till like 1 (Xtine, Elliot &amp;amp; I had good discussions in the hot tub where I found a pickle in the hot tub -.- AND IN MY SHOEEEE!) but I'm glad I had as much time as I did with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...and I wrote a new song :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving you a sneak peak, BUT,&lt;br /&gt;I want the person I wrote it for to not get any speakie peakies.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, at least :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-6323499409210012900?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6323499409210012900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=6323499409210012900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6323499409210012900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6323499409210012900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-sunday-in-forever.html' title='the best sunday in forever'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-2471462512545174010</id><published>2008-12-20T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:20:50.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's to much to feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/xapfns.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/xapfns.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Poppy (grandpa). He kinda sorta placed his hands&lt;br /&gt;in the wrong place considering his hands are suppose to represent&lt;br /&gt;his heart...but I liked it anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Melissa and I went over to Sawgrass to watch Yes Man.&lt;br /&gt;It was very cute! Zooey Deschanel played a character named Allison&lt;br /&gt;in it that Carl (whom Jim Carrey plays) falls in love with. And sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;I'd fall in love with her too in an instant if I was a guy. Not to mention her&lt;br /&gt;music "She &amp;amp; Him" is by far one of my favorites. After the movie we met up&lt;br /&gt;with Jeremy and Matt - it was nice meeting them and even better meeting&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's white scarf - lolz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lancemannion.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/zooey_deschanel_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://lancemannion.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/zooey_deschanel_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostateminor.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/zooey-deschanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://www.lostateminor.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/zooey-deschanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(resizing on these blogs is a killer - but you can click on the image!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-2471462512545174010?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2471462512545174010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=2471462512545174010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2471462512545174010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2471462512545174010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-to-much-to-feel.html' title='It&apos;s to much to feel.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/xapfns_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-2519968035211249166</id><published>2008-12-18T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:55:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"twilight" with alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/3119612984_57e5cdb002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/3119612984_57e5cdb002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool today Alexander came over.&lt;br /&gt;We strummed our guitars and let our vocal chords sing.&lt;br /&gt;Among many other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-2519968035211249166?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2519968035211249166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=2519968035211249166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2519968035211249166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/2519968035211249166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-with-alexander.html' title='&quot;twilight&quot; with alexander'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/3119612984_57e5cdb002_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-1915722544488590551</id><published>2008-12-17T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:49:34.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he told me i had the prettiest little broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/3115937503_9e28aa0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/3115937503_9e28aa0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always comes and goes. It visited last fall. Haven't seen much of it since. One day when it visits again, I hope it'll decide to stay for good. With each departure you think it'd get easier to see love go, but unfortunetly it gets a little harder each time. For only so much hope can exist within this heart I hold before I give in to the numbing feeling of loneliness. With a floral patterned skirt and red lipstick superfluous; I'll dig my nose into a book and await for your next arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i apologize for the image quality when resized,&lt;br /&gt;you can click on it to see it normally uploaded.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-1915722544488590551?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1915722544488590551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=1915722544488590551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1915722544488590551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1915722544488590551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-told-me-i-had-prettiest-little.html' title='he told me i had the prettiest little broken heart'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/3115937503_9e28aa0506_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-5728939823087825812</id><published>2008-12-16T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:56:24.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teensy Gray</title><content type='html'>I really want this little guy tattooed on me, soso bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2e3x1e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'll tell you right now, when I get the money...&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course though, I need to go off to college before this happens.&lt;br /&gt;I want him in the middle of my lower arm and that isn't easy to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-5728939823087825812?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5728939823087825812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=5728939823087825812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5728939823087825812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5728939823087825812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/teensy-gray.html' title='Teensy Gray'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2e3x1e1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-4783167342244292352</id><published>2008-12-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:50:10.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my heart</title><content type='html'>would just give up hope on him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B-b-but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be patient, Julia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what ifffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still cares "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what your heart wants. But it isn't what it needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be patient, Julia. I have someone even better for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do? Are you sure? Cause he seemed like a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're patience and trust in Me will leave you blessed. I see your efforts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll fix it. You just put your trust in Me and I'll take care of the rest. I'm taking you to new places, new atmospheres. Fall in love with Me, Julia, I will never dissapoint you. Right now you still have alot to learn. You've passed the last level and now it is time to move on to the next. Let me show you so much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to the best of my effort, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craft me into Your masterpeice. I surrender all that I am to You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4562447877508949228-4783167342244292352?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4783167342244292352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=4783167342244292352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4783167342244292352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4783167342244292352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-my-heart.html' title='I wish my heart'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-1299161213752159550</id><published>2008-12-15T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:55:46.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little indecisive</title><content type='html'>I'm given from the 19th of december to january 5th for a winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday I'll be hanging out with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somewhere in between sunday and christmas I'll be seeing Ashley- whom I miss terribly!&lt;br /&gt;I also will be visiting my grandma julie for a weekend up in sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is where I am indecisive-&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about also visiting my grandma Betty up in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;She has a beautiful home in Crossville and I've been wanting to get some "american country life" back in me.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I've become quite fascinated with it's warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that either. Since I've always been about european styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I won't have time to fit it in though. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Should I try to find time to fit it in?&lt;br /&gt;it'd be nice to have some time to myself on the countryside,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll be like a white blanket there covered in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-1299161213752159550?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1299161213752159550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=1299161213752159550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1299161213752159550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1299161213752159550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-indecisive.html' title='a little indecisive'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-3776636095800097438</id><published>2008-12-12T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:18:27.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a divine obsession.</title><content type='html'>I read the last chapter, Chapter 10, of Divine Obsession by Rob Hensser and I found it incredibly moving. I started typing a couple of pages into the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Challenges in life&lt;/span&gt; do not mean that God is unfair or uninterested. If I assume that I will always be in good health and never have any disappointments or struggles, I am setting myself up for a fall. Those things will come. But the Father's existence, love and his relationships with me are not determined by my physical conditions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the contrary, I have found that I have grown closer to God as I have fellowshipped with him in my difficulties. At first I was so busy struggling to get out of the fire, I didn't realize that we encounter the Father &lt;strong&gt;in &lt;/strong&gt;the fire. When three Hebrew boys were thrown into a fire, the king looked in and said, "Hold on, theres a fourth in there, and he looks like God" (see Daniel 3:25). Moses encountered God in the wilderness, not in the palace. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We seek mountaintop experiences, but fruit doesn't grow on mountaintops; it grows in the valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I stopped struggling to get out of these times as fast as I could, I found a deep fellowship with a loving Father. I clung to God because he was all there was. I was driven to a rich, abiding relationship with him that I would have missed otherwise. I have developed what I can only call a mystical union with Jesus. I discovered the Father's grace in the midst of weakness. &lt;strong&gt;When we come out on the other side of such times, we have a new connection with God in the quiet place of our heart and it is unshakeable.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had I not gone through those wilderness experiences, I would never have slowed down enough to discover the gift of God's grace. In fact, I look at such times themselves as gifts from the Father.&lt;strong&gt; They are the times of real growth in my life, times of deep connection with God. I believe he gives those times to us as and when we are ready to handle them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are evidence of God's favor and trust, not of his abandonment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; If you are going through or have gone through a wilderness experience, be encouraged. The Father has entrusted that period to you because&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; he believes in you &lt;/span&gt;and longs to meet you at a new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It is potentially the time of greatest growth in your life and comes directly from the Father's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other side of such experiences, we find our relationship with God is no longer dependent upon circumstances. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In time fruit is evident as we are able to connect with and encourage others who are going through the same thing. We are able to relate to them in genuine ways without discounting or glossing over their struggles. We are able to enter into their struggles and share a deep peace that has been forged in solitude. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just as with Noah, the real battle is not with the circumstances but within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real battle is whether we will trust the Father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment faith feels the weakest, it is most active. In those moments our response- our choice- matters. It matters because we are involved in the battle of cosmos as we struggle to see the kingdom of light push back the kingdom of darkness. The apostle Paul tells us that all creation is involved in this struggle. It groans as it waits for the songs and daughters of God, who will liberate and bring glorious freedom, to be revealed (Romans 8:18-25). Your struggle and my struggle matter. In moments when we feel lost and abandoned, we are right in the middle of the battle. Noah's choice made a difference. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our choices make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rather than looking within and asking why this is happening, we need to look around and ask "what do I need to do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our participation in this struggle helps defeat the tyranny of pain and difficulty that we are struggling with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this isn't just a story about Noah; it is a story about me as I wonder if God has abandoned me in my struggle. And it isn't just about me; it's a story about the Father's heart. The Father has not abandoned us. He is not uninterested and uncaring. He is entrusting us with a gift: to see his kingdom come and to find a level of intimacy with him that we would otherwise never know. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He offers us the path to maturity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A father took his two sons tubing on the river for the first time. Holding hands, they linked together as they rode the white water, shouting and laughing. The next set of rapids was much stronger, and as they hit the whitecaps, they were tossed and pulled about. The power of the water tipped and pulled them from their tubes, flinging them like rag dolls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rapids pulled one of the boys down into the swell and then spat him onto the riverbank. He hit the bank with a thud and knocked his head on one of the rocks. As he regained consciousness, his head was spinning and he was dazed. Sounds were muffled and confusing as the water rushed past. Slowly he looked around the riverbank for his little brother and dad. They were nowhere to be seen. He looked farther up the bank and could see people running toward him, pointing and shouting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were pointing out into the river. His little brother was standing ankle deep in the middle of the river. The rapids were surging his ankles and he stood crying. The older boy passed out again. He woke several hours later in the hospital. He panicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting up in bed he tugged at the curtain beside him. He pulled it back to find his little brother lying in the next bed, gently weeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where's daddy? the older boy asked. "I was standing on his shoulders," replied his younger brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later when the rescue crew dredged over the river, they found that the father had wedged his feet between the two rocks on purpose so his son could stand on his shoulders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the river is raging around us and we feel lost and abandoned, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are not alone&lt;/span&gt;- we are standing on our Father's shoulders. We might find it inexplainable, but he won't move. He has a single relentless stance toward us- he passionately loves us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is a divine obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-3776636095800097438?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3776636095800097438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=3776636095800097438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3776636095800097438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3776636095800097438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-divine-obsession.html' title='It is a divine obsession.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-8319929512681738789</id><published>2008-12-11T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:30:12.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>use &amp; direct me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know You want me to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just can't put my finger on it, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-8319929512681738789?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8319929512681738789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=8319929512681738789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8319929512681738789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8319929512681738789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/use-direct-me.html' title='use &amp; direct me.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-4750454653649855146</id><published>2008-12-10T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:50:59.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go into hiding.</title><content type='html'>Sort of like how catapillars do when they're soon to be formed into butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide away in my magical room and create magical things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow grow grow grow with everything the Lord has been teaching me lately.&lt;br /&gt;I want to create create create create all that He inspires in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and then I want to share His love and beauty with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 12:10- That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain hurts but it's also a reminder that God is the only one I can depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-4750454653649855146?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4750454653649855146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=4750454653649855146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4750454653649855146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4750454653649855146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-go-into-hiding.html' title='I want to go into hiding.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-8281630901243110308</id><published>2008-12-09T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:31.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/wtvxbc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/wtvxbc.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be jumping the gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-8281630901243110308?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8281630901243110308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=8281630901243110308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8281630901243110308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/8281630901243110308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/wtvxbc_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-971590131246489430</id><published>2008-12-09T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:13:12.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, hear my prayer.</title><content type='html'>I made a boo boo &amp;amp; now my entire body is shaking. I know I wasn't suppose to look...but I did and I should have listened to you. It hurtsssssssssssssssssssssssss still! I don't want to think about him liking another girl "/ but I know you are going to deliver me from this pain God. I will not let it overcome me.I need you, Lord. Only You. My first instinct is to try and fall in love with another boy, replace the old one, but no Lord, I am choosing to fall in love with You this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thankyou for my sisters in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/ms2koz.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/ms2koz.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-971590131246489430?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/971590131246489430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=971590131246489430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/971590131246489430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/971590131246489430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/lord-hear-my-prayer.html' title='Lord, hear my prayer.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/ms2koz_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-445707424478214425</id><published>2008-12-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:37:19.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally, seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/j0dwt1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/j0dwt1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4562447877508949228-445707424478214425?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/445707424478214425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=445707424478214425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/445707424478214425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/445707424478214425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/literally-seriously.html' title='Literally, seriously.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/j0dwt1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-1206406340908429244</id><published>2008-12-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:17:18.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another new day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/122hmw5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/122hmw5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Brandon tries to look manly with my pink guitar, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/2w2er5w.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2w2er5w.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed this gingerbread girl outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think it looks as if it has a gun to it's head or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ya feel me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-1206406340908429244?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1206406340908429244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=1206406340908429244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1206406340908429244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/1206406340908429244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-new-day.html' title='another new day :)'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/122hmw5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-4269343290900759027</id><published>2008-12-08T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:01:22.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone loves an encouraging message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/25p24h4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/25p24h4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-4269343290900759027?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4269343290900759027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=4269343290900759027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4269343290900759027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4269343290900759027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-loves-encouraging-message.html' title='Everyone loves an encouraging message.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/25p24h4_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-3982925132359081291</id><published>2008-12-08T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:03:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem I liked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="357" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/wtgjv5.png" width="421" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-3982925132359081291?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3982925132359081291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=3982925132359081291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3982925132359081291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3982925132359081291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem-i-liked.html' title='a poem I liked.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/wtgjv5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-7765819069660722240</id><published>2008-12-07T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:39:34.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll make it.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning from a dream that left my heart pounding within me and my entire body sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, now sleeping is my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's some kind of formula or procedure that leaves you without having dreams. That'd be nice...google search! weeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went with the art students from Krop to Nada Art, it was fun! We made pom poms! &amp;amp; I taught Andres how to make one haha. I spoke to Morgan Coy from Over The Hill about his work and bought his CD along with The Diagnol's EP. Later on at night I went over to Scott's where I helped him and Devyn out with there Anteaters shirts. We had to ride bikes over to Home Depo to get spray paint since apparently the fabric spray paint didn't work out so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Xtine, Larry, Billy and I drove over to Buzz Bake Sale where we met up with my uncle and cousins. It by far was the trashiest concert I have ever been too. Girls walking around half naked with a beer in one hand and cigarette in the other, boyfriends who had there girlfriends actually pull them around on a leash, actually, I'm not even going to go any further...but it was pretty worth while seeing two girls destroy eachother. I enjoyed Reel Big Fish &amp;amp; Jack's Mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to Nada Art again with my dad. I bought a really neat dreamcatcher shirt originally for 40$ but I got it for 20$ ha. I'm not exactly sure how I pulled that one off...I ran into Funcia and her boo there and I saw alot of inspiring work. Afterwards I ate sushi with my dad where they put too much mesago on mine and the miso soup tasted to much of oninions and then ate reallyyyy good ice cream :) I bought some blush at MAC afterwards and then hung out with Xtine and Vik as I drew baby seals and stuff. Oh yeah and ate mac &amp;amp; cheese and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURESSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/kri9t.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/kri9t.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/seshz9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/seshz9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2lbnziw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2lbnziw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/2cymwqw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2cymwqw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/jtm1df.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/jtm1df.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.tinypic.com/11tpzpk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/11tpzpk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2m4elvd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2m4elvd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/mm4xmw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/mm4xmw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/o0tms9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/o0tms9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is work on Andres's mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-7765819069660722240?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7765819069660722240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=7765819069660722240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7765819069660722240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7765819069660722240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-ill-make-it.html' title='I think I&apos;ll make it.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/kri9t_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-6432664927017601963</id><published>2008-12-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:22:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised- Day 5 without breathing.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be still my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-6432664927017601963?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6432664927017601963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=6432664927017601963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6432664927017601963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6432664927017601963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/12/bruised-day-5-without-breathing.html' title='Bruised- Day 5 without breathing.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-5166408061262364718</id><published>2008-11-24T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:27:07.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry about that</title><content type='html'>haven't updated my blog in a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry! my internet has been down "/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have alot I need to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Edit These Arms of Faith's photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Edit Diana's photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Edit photos for julioandjulia ( coming soon ;D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Send Phat Monkey's photos over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Edit photos from sleepover of Moonfry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sew 289308294083 cupcakes&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xtine and I have had this idea to create a blog where each once a week we post about a emerging artist, whether it be local or out of the state/country, etc. There will be interviews and my favorite...giveaways! :) We just need to come up with the name of the blog first, ha. Any ideas lovelies? &lt;3&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and recently I have dyed my hair red:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/246or3s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/246or3s.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thinking about switching over to typepad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elsie's typepad is just so cute and tempting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only that that sucks is that you have to pay for it....bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks worth it though...what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abeautifulmess.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.abeautifulmess.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-5166408061262364718?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5166408061262364718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=5166408061262364718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5166408061262364718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/5166408061262364718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-about-that.html' title='sorry about that'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/246or3s_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-3882636773365699904</id><published>2008-11-17T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:14:41.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th birthday weekend!</title><content type='html'>I love how all my weekends are always kept so busy now. It kind of felt good to hear my dad say in the car today on the way to SHCS after picking me up from Krop " You're barely ever at home anymore Julia." It wasn't until this year that my parents had started to FINALLY give me freedom. During my freshman, sophmore and beginning &amp;amp; middle of my junior year my life story was all about me being grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night after my birthday dinner with my family and Xtine at the Melting Pot, Victor had driven over to Xtine's so we could all hop in her silver scion and head over to Doral to meet up with Julio and watch my friend Scott Hensel's band &lt;strong&gt;Anteaters &amp;amp; The Women Who Love Them &lt;/strong&gt;play at starbucks and boy did they put on an entertaining show! I absolutely loved there set as witty lryics were superfluous especially in "Dinosaur Shuffle" which made pretty much everyone dance around! I'm quite dissapointed that I did not do so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Christine and I headed over to the marriot for some brunch where for my birthday we were given calamari for free, ha! I would have much prefered a cake or something but it's already been made known that Xtine had prefered the calamari, haha. I love my best friend :) Afterwards we stopped by the Candy Boutique only to find out it's a place that sells flowers! We were extremely disapointed seeming as how we really wanted candy and were decieved! Since we were waiting on Julio and Johnfrank to get to Xtine's, we decided to take a stop at the Pembroke Pines/Lakes? Mall where I bought a shirt, cardigan and dress at Forever 21. Lately I've been having a thing for black clothes... Around 3ish, maybe a little after that, Xtine, Johnfrank, Julio &amp;amp; I went to Wayfest where Julio has his own opinion on that. Haha. I enjoyed my time there but I feel as if the previous Wayfest concerts were sooooo much better leaving me dissapointed this year. Fireworks took place after the show and when I had decided to take photos of it I set my lens on manual and shot it blurry and wow! I'm pretty satisfied with the photos I had taken. The fireworks were perfect colorful circles creating a "scientific-like" feel to it. You can check out all the photos from this weekend below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent my day with the Anta family ;D and we watched the James Bond movie and ate dinner at The Big Cheese which is such a good italian restaurant. I also bought Atonement and Becoming Jane at this movie store near Julio's house but Julio's mom recommended that I return Becoming Jane because it's extremely boring and the story never goes anywhere...So, I left Julio to exchange it for Across the Universe for me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStQ0hFHe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/YvuuGQM1RT8/s1600-h/fireworks.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396651930549138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStQ0hFHe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/YvuuGQM1RT8/s320/fireworks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStRHB_UcpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gXwFf-dj4Xc/s1600-h/ss.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396970002248338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStRHB_UcpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gXwFf-dj4Xc/s320/ss.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStQi5bkN4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_fpFjiq08Eg/s1600-h/s.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396349229512578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStQi5bkN4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_fpFjiq08Eg/s320/s.png" 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/4562447877508949228-3882636773365699904?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3882636773365699904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=3882636773365699904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3882636773365699904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/3882636773365699904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/18th-birthday-weekend.html' title='18th birthday weekend!'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SStQ0hFHe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/YvuuGQM1RT8/s72-c/fireworks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-6857032328840154763</id><published>2008-11-06T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:26:22.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so weird.</title><content type='html'>I took a big step today and it was a hard one and it's going to be even harder keeping to it. But, I know what the future holds and I know that this decision is best for the both of us. As much as we would like to live in denial, "it's time to move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words always take a stab to my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow I will be taking pictures of Rockband Live for Outloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/27xl40o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/27xl40o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping it goes successfully, seeming how this event seems to be of more significance (sp?) Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have I mentioned my crush on Ashlee Simpson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/2a63vwy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2a63vwy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Julio. Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-6857032328840154763?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6857032328840154763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=6857032328840154763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6857032328840154763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6857032328840154763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-feels-so-weird.html' title='It feels so weird.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/27xl40o_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-4110517379606410304</id><published>2008-11-03T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:18:34.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a productive weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ86LxZuIwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j3e3BgqZgn4/s1600-h/forblog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264490463333589762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ86LxZuIwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j3e3BgqZgn4/s320/forblog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend has been a busy one! Hung out with friends on Halloween and then the following night (Saturday) was a show at the Culture Room with Nevershoutnever! (in which I was able to accompany Julio to interview him), Ace Enders &amp;amp; Hellogoodbye. It was neat seeing the guys walk around the show where there fans were, making themselves available for fans to talk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the Hellogoodbye EP that is only being sold on tour &amp;amp; Julio was nice enough to buy me a shirt of Hellogoodbye's. On sunday Xtine, Vikki, Moonfry and I headed over to the Aventura Mall where Xtine and I did a little&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ86fas35XI/AAAAAAAAACE/-RCRoBUFdz4/s1600-h/shirt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264490800837289330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ86fas35XI/AAAAAAAAACE/-RCRoBUFdz4/s320/shirt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photoshoot for Jessica who is in the picture above to the far left. You can view the photos on our flickr- flickr.com/photos/dilettantedolls or you can just add on myspace and see the photos there as well! myspace.com/dilettantedolls :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention. My mother bought Xtine, Xtine's mom &amp;amp; I tickets to meet Annie Leibovitz!!! She is going to be in Miami on the 25th of November at the Billmore Hotel, I believe, to talk about her new book coming out and is signing books as well as letting people ask her questions. I am stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ88t5xO12I/AAAAAAAAACc/_y3dYtGqMTs/s1600-h/ep.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493248718493538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ88t5xO12I/AAAAAAAAACc/_y3dYtGqMTs/s320/ep.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am really taking a liking to the style of Hellogoodbye's artwork for there merch. Julio had e-mailed me information about the couple who did it for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashleyganddrew.com/"&gt;http://www.ashleyganddrew.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Another cute couple!" Julio states as we also have a liking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.day19.com/"&gt;http://www.day19.com/&lt;/a&gt; which you all should check out as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed home today sick from school, gotta recover, you know how it goes &amp;amp; now I'm going to update the Dilettante Dolls page as well as my juliaariellephotography.com website. If you read my blog send me comments! I want to hear from you guys :) &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4562447877508949228-4110517379606410304?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4110517379606410304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=4110517379606410304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4110517379606410304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/4110517379606410304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/productive-weekend.html' title='a productive weekend!'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQ86LxZuIwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j3e3BgqZgn4/s72-c/forblog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-7190017556325762957</id><published>2008-11-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:48:57.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no, it's so good. you've got it all wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i35.tinypic.com/2cymv4m.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2cymv4m.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been eating this ever since my stomach ache went away about an hour ago and I just moved it over to the computer desk so I could continue eating my favorite all of candies (LAFFY TAFFY'S! sooooo good) while I attempt to finish my JA website. I really don't know how Julio doesn't eat sweets or sours or whatever candy and icecream and cake and etc. consists of. Seriously. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-7190017556325762957?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7190017556325762957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=7190017556325762957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7190017556325762957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/7190017556325762957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-no-its-so-good-youve-got-it-all.html' title='oh no, it&apos;s so good. you&apos;ve got it all wrong.'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2cymv4m_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562447877508949228.post-6255474417718646908</id><published>2008-11-01T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:01:33.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days until I turn 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/vgq3ra.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/vgq3ra.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How was everybody's halloween? I wanna hear about your night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incase you photography lover's haven't watched Annie Leibovitz's movie "Life Through A Lens" I suggest you get on that! It was incredibly inspiring. I rented it on iTunes to watched on my iPhone and after watching it I wish I could have watched it for another 5 times in a row! But I had projects to work on and didn't have enough time before the usual expiration of a rented movie through iTunes is up. I may actually go out and buy the DVD I loved it to so much. ( I usually never buy movies...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some pictures of how my past two weeks had been, I guess you could call it a picture update :P documented with my iphone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2ekq1w8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2ekq1w8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2psf775.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2psf775.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/67p4k2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/67p4k2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/qpqz2f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/qpqz2f.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/nn7hfm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/nn7hfm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/4qr3pi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/4qr3pi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Funcia and our classes sketchbooks she's about to grade 2. Jessica in pottery class 3. Matt taking a picture of Xtine 4. Andrew's beautiful cameras! 5. A neat thing I noticed made in pottery 6. Maria, I think her name is? made a cute sock thing, ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562447877508949228-6255474417718646908?l=juliaarielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6255474417718646908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562447877508949228&amp;postID=6255474417718646908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6255474417718646908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562447877508949228/posts/default/6255474417718646908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaarielle.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-days-until-i-turn-18.html' title='15 days until I turn 18!'/><author><name>Julia Arielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176767973390233803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4DhBTtEylZg/SQOPUnUS8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ug9wwwBlc6c/S220/l_fb985552a49166c7af052ebe7983c5ba.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/vgq3ra_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
