<?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-8681692966173490501</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:11:27.998-05:00</updated><category term='fuck this shit'/><title type='text'>Little Faerie Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7121326261665856198</id><published>2012-02-08T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:11:28.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noooo I don't want to go to bed because that would mean I'd have to stop talking to someone OH GOD ACTUAL FEELS FOR AN ACTUAL PERSON I'M TALKING TO. SHE MAKES ME REALLY REALLY HAPPY. AND SHE BASICALLY JUST PROMISED TO WRITE ME/ROONEY PORN FOR MY BIRTHDAY. KVETCHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7121326261665856198?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7121326261665856198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/02/noooo-i-dont-want-to-go-to-bed-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7121326261665856198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7121326261665856198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/02/noooo-i-dont-want-to-go-to-bed-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4428208663552907294</id><published>2012-02-05T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:07:32.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINE, BITCHES. GIVE ME THE SECOND SCENE NOISES BUT NOT HER ORGASM. THAT'S OKAY. I'M FINE WITH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnAGwlFVCsc/Ty8LrLh-gcI/AAAAAAAAALI/e3ZQzolXbNU/s1600/Ash+is+grumbling.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnAGwlFVCsc/Ty8LrLh-gcI/AAAAAAAAALI/e3ZQzolXbNU/s320/Ash+is+grumbling.png" width="320" /&gt;&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/8681692966173490501-4428208663552907294?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4428208663552907294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/02/fine-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4428208663552907294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4428208663552907294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/02/fine-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnAGwlFVCsc/Ty8LrLh-gcI/AAAAAAAAALI/e3ZQzolXbNU/s72-c/Ash+is+grumbling.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6815097134677425417</id><published>2012-01-29T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:41:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear person irl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KINDA LIKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF WE SLEEP TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN CALL ME FLORENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I CAN CALL YOU ROONEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6815097134677425417?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6815097134677425417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-person-irl-i-kinda-like-you-if-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6815097134677425417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6815097134677425417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-person-irl-i-kinda-like-you-if-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3890701621152846248</id><published>2012-01-26T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:21:59.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Add to list of reasons why I need to be locked up: I maaaaaaaayyyy have just timed my orgasm... to Lisbeth's? In that video I keep discussing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just HEEEELLLP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but it was a pretty great orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3890701621152846248?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3890701621152846248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-to-list-of-reasons-why-i-need-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3890701621152846248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3890701621152846248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-to-list-of-reasons-why-i-need-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-651880232259736607</id><published>2012-01-26T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:41:44.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEE THAT GODDAMN VIDEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO FAR FROM HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becausealliwantinlifeistofeelhercumiwantmyfingersinsideherandmyteethonhernippleandmythumbonherclitandiwannahearherfuckingwhimperandfeelherarchherbackandfeelherclenchandcumICANFUCKINGGETOFFJUSTONTHISNOTEVENFUCKINGKIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS PAINFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER WANTED THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k58V2VOweXQ/TyDnjVGDeUI/AAAAAAAAALA/w4pL4ihxCWE/s1600/Liz+would+like+to+know+when+death+will+come.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k58V2VOweXQ/TyDnjVGDeUI/AAAAAAAAALA/w4pL4ihxCWE/s320/Liz+would+like+to+know+when+death+will+come.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k58V2VOweXQ/TyDnjVGDeUI/AAAAAAAAALA/w4pL4ihxCWE/s72-c/Liz+would+like+to+know+when+death+will+come.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2530577096006516351</id><published>2012-01-25T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:50:35.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That awkward moment when you need to ask your roommate for spelling reassurance but the word is cunnilingus so you're just left in the dark with nowhere to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-2530577096006516351?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2530577096006516351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkward-moment-when-you-need-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2530577096006516351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2530577096006516351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkward-moment-when-you-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6296672096534535199</id><published>2012-01-25T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:58:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE PUT UP A &lt;i&gt;VIDEO&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;OF THE SEX SCENES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANYTHING DONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6296672096534535199?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6296672096534535199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-awesome-someone-put-up-video-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6296672096534535199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6296672096534535199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-awesome-someone-put-up-video-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6706198906101701177</id><published>2012-01-24T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:55:02.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACADEMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOMINEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIXGy83VRY/Tx7GNhzJd-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dPT1xbLdLNk/s1600/Rainbows+of+Allie%2521%2521.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, sex noises? Try not to come on when my mom's sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I haaaave been trying to get her to see it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because just HEARING it, I need to cross my legs and take some deep breaths because I can think coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually seeing it on a big screen? So far, four times, I've made little gaggy noises and had to force myself not to REACH FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAALLPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-557872436863272063?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/557872436863272063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-sex-noises-try-not-to-come-on-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/557872436863272063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/557872436863272063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-sex-noises-try-not-to-come-on-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7527529148573839375</id><published>2012-01-17T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:59:21.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That awkward/awful/awesome moment when the scene where Mimmi ties Lisbeth up comes on shuffle and I can't skip because reasons and I'm slamming my head on the keyboard and making little whimpery noises alkfghlsdjgkhjdljfkgdglkdjgdfhgdfjkfhsdkjghadgfhjkadsfbksldjfdkrlfdhfk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7527529148573839375?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7527529148573839375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkwardawfulawesome-moment-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7527529148573839375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7527529148573839375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkwardawfulawesome-moment-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5313276301326309483</id><published>2012-01-13T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:04:39.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um hey what's up. We need to have a serious discussion about a kink of mine I've discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be cool with tying me up and domming the fuck out of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sorta sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andiwassosoembarrassinglyturnedonduringtherevengesceneintgwtdtitwassosososososobad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene is HORRIFYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is BEAUTIFUL and GLORIOUS and TERRIFYING and INSANE and REALLY REALLY HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5313276301326309483?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5313276301326309483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-hey-whats-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5313276301326309483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5313276301326309483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-hey-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5363715642358145833</id><published>2012-01-10T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:07:43.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to turn off an episode of Criminal Minds because a woman was handcuffed to a bed and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to watch anything on that show no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fucking movie has ruined me for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5363715642358145833?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5363715642358145833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-to-turn-off-episode-of-criminal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5363715642358145833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5363715642358145833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-to-turn-off-episode-of-criminal.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5111316638917568234</id><published>2012-01-08T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:36:50.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a surprising amount of feelings about the &lt;i&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trailer, which played in the theatre yesterday. Don't wanna read it, but may invest in the movie come March.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw &lt;i&gt;The Descendants&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;today. Funny and pretty and sad. I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After it was over, my mom and I snuck into TGWTDT and saw THE LAST FUCKING FIVE MINUTES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She laughed at me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I was clutching my heart and squealing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5111316638917568234?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5111316638917568234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-had-surprising-amount-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5111316638917568234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5111316638917568234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-had-surprising-amount-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2569924429101343472</id><published>2012-01-08T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:09:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies I have seen four times in theatres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fun reactions from friends last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one told me that this was the first time she felt she got her money's worth from a movie in years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another felt it necessary to shout at me, "ROONEY! SHE'S SO GOOD AT ACTING, RIGHT? SHE'S SO GOOD AT THAT!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-2569924429101343472?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2569924429101343472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-i-have-seen-four-times-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2569924429101343472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2569924429101343472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-i-have-seen-four-times-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-892944953920232916</id><published>2012-01-07T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:49:04.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. Welp. I guess a cam version of TGWTDT leaked. Cause here I am, casually scrolling along my dash and OH HEY. THERE'S THE SEX SCENE. I'M JUST CHILLING AT WORK. I COULDN'T HANDLE THIS. I THINK THE ROOM TEMPERATURE SHOT UP FORTY DEGREES AND I HAD TO STUMBLE TO THE KITCHEN WHILE HYPERVENTILATING TO GET A GLASS OF WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDLE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNPREPARED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-892944953920232916?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/892944953920232916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/892944953920232916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/892944953920232916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5001224464311435862</id><published>2012-01-07T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:55:09.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a "hey hey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't totally make up for the past two things we discussed bbbuuuuuuut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eraGl1eka18/TwfeMhoiZMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ofWLts450NU/s1600/Tom+is+fake+in+love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eraGl1eka18/TwfeMhoiZMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ofWLts450NU/s1600/Tom+is+fake+in+love.gif" /&gt;&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/8681692966173490501-5001224464311435862?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5001224464311435862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5001224464311435862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5001224464311435862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eraGl1eka18/TwfeMhoiZMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ofWLts450NU/s72-c/Tom+is+fake+in+love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2059609904876517712</id><published>2012-01-06T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:42:35.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SEE HOW IT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIFY THAT I DON'T WANT THE SCREAMING, YOU GIVE ME HER THROWING UP AFTER THE &lt;i&gt;FIRST&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;RAPE SCENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY COOL, GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY FUCKING COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXZKkJQbpBM/TwfNLk2burI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yQmdS81eSQM/s1600/April+is+judging+the+fuck+out+of+you.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXZKkJQbpBM/TwfNLk2burI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yQmdS81eSQM/s1600/April+is+judging+the+fuck+out+of+you.png" /&gt;&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/8681692966173490501-2059609904876517712?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2059609904876517712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-i-see-how-it-is-specify-that-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2059609904876517712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2059609904876517712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-i-see-how-it-is-specify-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXZKkJQbpBM/TwfNLk2burI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yQmdS81eSQM/s72-c/April+is+judging+the+fuck+out+of+you.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-9169603255125861567</id><published>2012-01-06T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:15:17.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe I still go on Comes Forth in the Thaw (come on, you didn't think I'd stop once I saw the movie three times?). AND MAYBE LITERALLY EVERY TIME I GO ON THE FIRST THING THAT COMES ON IS THE FUCKING RAPE SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST GONNA GO LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND SOB INTO MY HANDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-9169603255125861567?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9169603255125861567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-maybe-i-still-go-on-comes-forth-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9169603255125861567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9169603255125861567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-maybe-i-still-go-on-comes-forth-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2956419459503286399</id><published>2012-01-05T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:30:17.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god my sexual fantasies are so fucking monogamous help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-2956419459503286399?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2956419459503286399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-my-god-my-sexual-fantasies-are-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2956419459503286399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2956419459503286399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-my-god-my-sexual-fantasies-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-128167199649825536</id><published>2011-12-28T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:31:58.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That moment when I get genuinely sad that TGWTDT is never going to have the fandom that TSN does. Too controversial, not awards-y enough, doesn't have a flashy script (AND &lt;i&gt;TSN&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;IS STILL BASICALLY MY FAVORITE MOVIE SO YOU KNOW I'M NOT INSULTING IT I'M JUST SAD BECAUSE I DELUDED MYSELF INTO THINKING IT MIGHT HAVE AN EQUALLY CRAZY FANDOM), there are no pretty, twenty-five year old boys to ship, no epic Andrew/Jesse to ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST PAIN AND FLAWLESS, BUT FLAWLESS LIKE &lt;i&gt;ZODIAC &lt;/i&gt;IS FLAWLESS. THAT DOESN'T HAVE A FANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also okay with it because the TSN fandom crashed and burned so hard that I would never, ever wish that on my baby TGWTDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikestown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-128167199649825536?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/128167199649825536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-moment-when-i-get-genuinely-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/128167199649825536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/128167199649825536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-moment-when-i-get-genuinely-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3263676687160256356</id><published>2011-12-26T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:26:25.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw TGWTDT again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did not dream second sex scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got laughed at because of my incoherency.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, it was better the second time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I already knew it was amazing so I could just enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND I DIDN'T FORCE MYSELF TO WATCH THE RAPE SCENE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I FORCED MYSELF THE FIRST TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BECAUSE I HAD TO SEE THE ENTIRE MOVIE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUT I LET MYSELF CLOSE MY EYES THIS TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Except I tried to cover my ears and it didn't work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which almost made it worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause you just hear her screaming and noooooooooooooo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blarg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incoherent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make me think of other things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3263676687160256356?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-578929352409665008</id><published>2011-12-24T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:22:20.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending my life singing Taylor Swift songs to Rooney Mara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAYYY BEAAUTIIFFUUULLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-578929352409665008?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/578929352409665008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/spending-my-life-singing-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/578929352409665008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/578929352409665008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/spending-my-life-singing-taylor-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8504757925076156502</id><published>2011-12-22T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:22:27.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List of times where I have seen or heard something so surprising or amazing that days later I thought I dreamt it but I didn't (at least I fucking hope not for the last one) (because it would make sense that I did) (but I digress) (and I mean I literally thought I dreamt it) (like I really thought it happened but couldn't be entirely sure):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chess game in &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm not your fucking mommy" in &lt;i&gt;The Ring Two&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I shan't be judged)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikey Way saying that he was depressed and suicidal the entire time they were recording &lt;i&gt;The Black Parade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and, right now,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there WAS a second Sally/Blomky sex scene in &lt;i&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like, in the hotel room?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they were spying on Anita/Harriet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;right before Blomky figured out that Anita was Harriet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't make that up, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I wouldn't be surprised if I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause, well, you know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LISBEEEETTTHHHHHH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But it had to have happened! I KNOW I didn't make it up!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's just no one's been mentioning it and I'm starting to freak out that I dreamt it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I missed so much of the scene after it and it had to be because I was still reeling because &lt;i&gt;good lord the fucking moaning and her cumming and kahjgdjkghjdhkg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE THIS HAPPENED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE 26TH TO SEE THIS AGAIN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I NEED TO KNOW NOOOOOWWW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8504757925076156502?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8504757925076156502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/list-of-times-where-i-have-seen-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8504757925076156502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8504757925076156502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/list-of-times-where-i-have-seen-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1027834049985788851</id><published>2011-12-22T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:24:30.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd need to see it again to really clinch it, but I think Fincher Peter-Jacksoned TGWTDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It miiiiiight be better than the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1027834049985788851?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1027834049985788851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-need-to-see-it-again-to-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1027834049985788851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1027834049985788851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-need-to-see-it-again-to-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1931005662658969463</id><published>2011-12-21T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:38:22.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't start talking about TGWTDT cause if I do, I'll never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was completely flaw free. Not one flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we must discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take best friend to see &lt;i&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend develops Daniel Craig situation.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh maniacally.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we both greatly enjoyed the sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DKHGADLHGJKHGDJKXHGJKDGHJKDHGKJ LISBEEEETTTHHHHHHHHH I WANNA SUCK ON YOUR NIPPLE RING)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1931005662658969463?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1931005662658969463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-start-talking-about-tgwtdt-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1931005662658969463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1931005662658969463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-start-talking-about-tgwtdt-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1280699413876684413</id><published>2011-12-20T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:12:28.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm kinda drunk and almost start crying because I imagine Rooney Mara proposing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE PERSON YOU MAY OR MAY NOT STALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO 24 HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB COLLAPSING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1280699413876684413?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1280699413876684413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-im-kinda-drunk-and-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1280699413876684413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1280699413876684413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-im-kinda-drunk-and-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8045963084356666006</id><published>2011-12-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:00:18.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best friend has recanted, is going to movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have figured out the official way to describe myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Miss Drunken Fairy Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hc3KaszUYk/TvAWXQq7JuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ycnNvDZZz0k/s1600/Leslie+is+flawless.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hc3KaszUYk/TvAWXQq7JuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ycnNvDZZz0k/s320/Leslie+is+flawless.gif" width="320" /&gt;&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/8681692966173490501-8045963084356666006?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8045963084356666006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend-has-recanted-is-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8045963084356666006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8045963084356666006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend-has-recanted-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hc3KaszUYk/TvAWXQq7JuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ycnNvDZZz0k/s72-c/Leslie+is+flawless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8848693082254430502</id><published>2011-12-19T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:33:43.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REMEMBER WHEN WE HELD HANDS DURING THE TRAILER WHEN THE TWO OF US WENT TO SEE &lt;i&gt;X MEN?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND HOW SHE MAILED ME &lt;i&gt;HORNET'S NEST&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;WITH A LOVE NOTE ATTACHED BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE? AND HOW SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE I TALKED TO WHILE READING THE BOOKS BECAUSE SHE UNDERSTOOD? AND HOW EXCITED I WAS FOR HER TO COME STAY WITH ME WHEN WE SAW THE MOVIE TOGETHER? GOOD GOD JUST LET ME BE OVER HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disaster. An absolute disaster. Best friend, I'm blaming you. I would not be having a relapse into ex feelings if you had not done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a headache and I'm trying not to sob really loudly because I'm in my dorm and there are people in the hallway. I can't do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8848693082254430502?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8848693082254430502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-when-we-held-hands-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8848693082254430502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8848693082254430502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-when-we-held-hands-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3545578439105843025</id><published>2011-12-19T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:25:25.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO I CAN'T LEAVE MY ROOM TO TAKE A SHOWER. I'M CRYING TOO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL ON CRYING. USING UP TISSUES CRYING. OH MY GOD I WANNA PUNCH A BABY. AND BY A BABY I MEAN MY BEST FRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3545578439105843025?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3545578439105843025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-i-cant-leave-my-room-to-take-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3545578439105843025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3545578439105843025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-i-cant-leave-my-room-to-take-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1932533492112480555</id><published>2011-12-19T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:21:42.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, one other person could handle me during this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCKING EX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm crying even harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1932533492112480555?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1932533492112480555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-one-other-person-could-handle-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1932533492112480555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1932533492112480555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-one-other-person-could-handle-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4968876833175679570</id><published>2011-12-19T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:20:31.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Momentary, possibly temporary conclusion I have come to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I wasn't exaggerating when I said that she'd be the only one who could handle me during my first time seeing this movie. I don't trust anyone else to be able to. Therefore, either I fucking make her go with me, or no one does. I've never seen a movie in theatres alone, and, if it's going to be any movie, it'll be this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't like this plan. I'm crying so hard, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4968876833175679570?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4968876833175679570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/momentary-possibly-temporary-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4968876833175679570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4968876833175679570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/momentary-possibly-temporary-conclusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5038541062163291551</id><published>2011-12-19T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:01:32.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About to be real fucking passive aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my BEST FRIEND. Therefore, you fucking know how much this means to me. You know that I care about this more than I care about literally anything else right now, and, &amp;nbsp;I realize this makes me a mean, petulant child, but yeah, I'm kinda counting your health in there. Sleep today. Sleep all fucking day tomorrow. And then sit in goddamn theatre with me where you don't actually have to do anything for three hours tomorrow night. There is no active participation involved. Sleep in the - no, don't sleep in the theatre. But you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a MOVIE. That I can get us a fucking ride to. It's not a show where we'd have to find a way there, or anything that involves you doing anything but sitting in one place for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am blaming you for not telling me this sooner. I'd still be pissed, but then you'd have more time to get better and I'd have more time to maybe not wanna kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not something little. This is the biggest possible deal to me. I have been planning this and waiting on this and thinking about almost nothing else for months. And. You. Know. That. I know you feel bad but I genuinely don't care right now. I will drag you out of bed, whether you have a fucking sinus infection or whatever or not. This isn't okay. I wouldn't do this to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5038541062163291551?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5038541062163291551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-to-be-real-fucking-passive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5038541062163291551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5038541062163291551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-to-be-real-fucking-passive.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4574494852691606152</id><published>2011-12-19T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:50:15.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck me. I am too tired to handle "Oraculum" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's so good and probably my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH GOD 48 HOURS FROM NOW I WILL HAVE SEEN THIS MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PROBABLY BE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR MY SOUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4574494852691606152?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4574494852691606152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4574494852691606152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4574494852691606152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4573208164778982511</id><published>2011-12-19T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:12:43.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Middle class fairy princess lesbian fangirl problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when someone on your dash is liveblogging the Swedish movie and you just wanna scream "TELL ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS CAUSE I CAN'T TELL IF YOU'RE LIKING IT OR NOT BUT I THINK YOU AREN'T AND THAT'S GOOD CAUSE IT SUCKS AND LET'S TALK ABOUT IT" but that'd be awkward cause you're not friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you've watched the sex scene in &lt;i&gt;Tanner Hall&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;maybe 10 times in the past three days. probably more than that if you're being honest with yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have a limp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your final tomorrow got cancelled but you still have to be at school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the day after tomorrow, at this time, you will be sitting in a movie theatre with your best friend seeing THE MOTHERFUCKING &lt;i&gt;GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO &lt;/i&gt;AND YOU HAVE TO GET THROUGH TWO NEARLY FULL DAYS AND A DENTIST APPOINTMENT TO GET THERE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're not married to Rooney Mara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and you're obsessed with stock photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCghG3IyREA/Tu7HvilueaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pWlfhGlxSfE/s1600/stock-photo-the-girl-tired-of-work-behind-a-computer-2534284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCghG3IyREA/Tu7HvilueaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pWlfhGlxSfE/s320/stock-photo-the-girl-tired-of-work-behind-a-computer-2534284.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4573208164778982511?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4573208164778982511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/middle-class-fairy-princess-lesbian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4573208164778982511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4573208164778982511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/middle-class-fairy-princess-lesbian.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCghG3IyREA/Tu7HvilueaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pWlfhGlxSfE/s72-c/stock-photo-the-girl-tired-of-work-behind-a-computer-2534284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4322252889544846024</id><published>2011-12-16T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:32:37.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who sprained her ankle while drunk and watching &lt;i&gt;Tanner Hall&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the second time that night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the classiest of classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4322252889544846024?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4322252889544846024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/guess-who-sprained-her-ankle-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4322252889544846024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4322252889544846024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/guess-who-sprained-her-ankle-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-592242901128882084</id><published>2011-12-13T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:35:12.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to the very little I've seen from MTS, the general consensus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fincher is king&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rooney is queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will leave the theatre filling sick,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirty,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gross,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raw,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and AWESOME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THIS IS EVERYTHING I HOPED FOR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRPk5Cu9uL0/TueMs9fFa1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h28E5knfzfc/s1600/cheering-young-man-using-laptop-computer-410b64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRPk5Cu9uL0/TueMs9fFa1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h28E5knfzfc/s320/cheering-young-man-using-laptop-computer-410b64.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-592242901128882084?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/592242901128882084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/according-to-very-little-ive-seen-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/592242901128882084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/592242901128882084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/according-to-very-little-ive-seen-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRPk5Cu9uL0/TueMs9fFa1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h28E5knfzfc/s72-c/cheering-young-man-using-laptop-computer-410b64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8681903064434799179</id><published>2011-12-13T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:45:45.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discussed today: we love Blomky and Sally as bros who solve mysteries forever and ever BUT DUDE STOP FUCKING BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP. I LOVE HOW PROTECTIVE YOU ARE OF HER AND THAT SHE CARES ABOUT YOU SO MUCH BUT YOU AND ERIKA ARE ENDGAME AND SHE AND MIMMI ARE ENDGAME. DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual discussion with another human being I had today. We have lots and lots of feelings about them two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8681903064434799179?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8681903064434799179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/discussed-today-we-love-blomky-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8681903064434799179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8681903064434799179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/discussed-today-we-love-blomky-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4647364795002020968</id><published>2011-12-12T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:13:21.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorta drunk sitting in the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4647364795002020968?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4647364795002020968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sorta-drunk-sitting-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4647364795002020968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4647364795002020968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sorta-drunk-sitting-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1697778949641490807</id><published>2011-12-12T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:19:22.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another list: Things to do to stay away from the internet until December 21st, because people are going to screenings tonight will not be able to keep their mouths shut for the next nine days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;play with my Rooney/me Sims&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch other awards season movies (I downloaded &lt;i&gt;We Need to Talk About Kevin&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;last night and everything!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catch up with "Breaking Bad"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish rewatching "Parks and Rec"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start rewatching "30 Rock"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start rewatching "Mad Men"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;concentrate really really hard on your finals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go insane on Christmas presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wrap all said Christmas presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch Christmas movies and listen to Christmas music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write poetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start my screenplay adaptation of &lt;i&gt;Violet and Claire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to restaurants with Roomie and Fierce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a "Sherlock" marathon with Pixie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a Michael Fassbender sex marathon with... shit, she doesn't have a name on here. Ugh. Deb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read actual books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write actual books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relisten to the audiobook of &lt;i&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo &lt;/i&gt;for the third time in six months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and, most importantly:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tumblr savior the urls of all those I follow going to a screening tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;temporarily delete my Rooney tracked tag (that'll hurt like a bitch, but is unfortunately necessary(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1697778949641490807?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1697778949641490807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-list-things-to-do-to-stay-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1697778949641490807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1697778949641490807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-list-things-to-do-to-stay-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3253450383694488121</id><published>2011-12-12T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:05:53.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My necessary Christmas movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elf (literally whenever it's on)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas (THE OLD ONE GOOD GOD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miracle on 34th Street (to watch on Thanksgiving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alistair Sim's A Christmas Carol (while trimming the tree)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Christmas Story (over and over on Christmas Eve)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3253450383694488121?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3253450383694488121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-necessary-christmas-movies-elf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3253450383694488121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3253450383694488121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-necessary-christmas-movies-elf.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-9000008616601001406</id><published>2011-12-10T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:19:22.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, we need to discuss something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely, Rooney fucking Mara having the GALL to dress up as Alex DeLarge and be in one of those actors acting things from the New York Times Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAD TO KNOW THE THINGS THAT WOULD DO TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS POSITIVELY UNCALLED FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I had my movie class the day after it came out and we had a GOOD HALF HOUR LONG DISCUSSION ABOUT ALEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so aroused in a classroom setting that you literally cannot pay attention? Let's have an excerpt from the notes I took in class, shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...My brain is fuzzy and my heart is pounding and I am full on thinking with my vagina. No, really, stop. Just keep drinking your tea and biting your lip and crossing and recrossing your legs and trying not to soak through your panties. Blaaarrg her skinny thighs and Karen O hair and those lips and those eyes and the boots and the suspenders and the hat and the EYELASH and that fucking scary ass smile and her overwhelming androgyny and good god, I'm going through something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on. If my professor had called on me, I'm very sure I wouldn't have heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we watched &lt;i&gt;The Tree of Life&lt;/i&gt;! It made me cry a bit. I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-9000008616601001406?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9000008616601001406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yeah-we-need-to-discuss-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9000008616601001406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9000008616601001406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yeah-we-need-to-discuss-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7555512730081396626</id><published>2011-12-09T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:42:02.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw someone make this, and it got me thinking. Things that genuinely make me cry: (and not bad things) (well some sorta bad things) (like "Doomsday") (and &lt;i&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/i&gt;) (but you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;soldier reunion videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cats hugging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Awesome Cousin starts telling me how great I am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the end of "Doomsday"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the end of "Phoenix"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when my dad tries to do things for me and fails miserably but it's really thoughtful anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Flightless Bird, American Mouth" by Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy's face as April's walking down the aisle in "Fancy Party"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;concerts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking about weddings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;part six of &lt;i&gt;Carry It in My Heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the end of &lt;i&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a decent amount of my own fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Lisbeth breaks down over Mimmi in &lt;i&gt;The Girl Who Played with Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...oh god. That might be it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7555512730081396626?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7555512730081396626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-saw-someone-make-this-and-it-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7555512730081396626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7555512730081396626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-saw-someone-make-this-and-it-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8602406926422909835</id><published>2011-11-30T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:56:25.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm sitting around thinking about it, my three favorite animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kittens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wolves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;velociraptors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8602406926422909835?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8602406926422909835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-im-sitting-around-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8602406926422909835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8602406926422909835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-im-sitting-around-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8384018142927782490</id><published>2011-11-29T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:16:32.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2LDFZvQBVA/TtRqoTvuEOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpxDP-XZK-k/s1600/AND+WHEN+YOU+SMILLLLE%252C+THE+WHOLE+WORLD+STOPS+AND+STARES+FOR+A+WHILE%252C+CAUSE+YOU%2527RE+FUCKING+DISTRACTING%252C+GET+THE+HELL+OUT+OF+MY+FACEEE.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2LDFZvQBVA/TtRqoTvuEOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpxDP-XZK-k/s320/AND+WHEN+YOU+SMILLLLE%252C+THE+WHOLE+WORLD+STOPS+AND+STARES+FOR+A+WHILE%252C+CAUSE+YOU%2527RE+FUCKING+DISTRACTING%252C+GET+THE+HELL+OUT+OF+MY+FACEEE.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is all. Have a good evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8384018142927782490?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8384018142927782490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-santa-that-is-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8384018142927782490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8384018142927782490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-santa-that-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2LDFZvQBVA/TtRqoTvuEOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpxDP-XZK-k/s72-c/AND+WHEN+YOU+SMILLLLE%252C+THE+WHOLE+WORLD+STOPS+AND+STARES+FOR+A+WHILE%252C+CAUSE+YOU%2527RE+FUCKING+DISTRACTING%252C+GET+THE+HELL+OUT+OF+MY+FACEEE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7976367441594146365</id><published>2011-11-28T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:32:26.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it says a lot about me that my first real love/relationship/whatfuckingever was over the internet. I need to actively stop myself from doing that ever again because it was SUCH a disaster. She gets one love song on my 2011 mix and two break up songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE MOPING ANYMORE, BITCH. PULL YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOTSTRAPS OR WHATEVER THE EQUIVALENT IS IF I'M WEARING FLATS AND MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE. WRITE THAT SCREENPLAY OR ALL THOSE POEMS OR THAT STORY. READ BOOKS. WATCH MOVIES. KEEP GETTING MORE POPULAR IN FANDOM. MEET SOME PEOPLE, MAYBE EVEN BE ATTRACTED TO SOMEONE. JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed at myself tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7976367441594146365?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7976367441594146365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-it-says-lot-about-me-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7976367441594146365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7976367441594146365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-it-says-lot-about-me-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5702902557768399707</id><published>2011-11-28T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:27:37.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why in god's name is my first reaction to finding out that someone is attracted to me to hide and curl up scared under blankets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got issues with fear, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get that shit sorted out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5702902557768399707?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5702902557768399707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-in-gods-name-is-my-first-reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5702902557768399707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5702902557768399707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-in-gods-name-is-my-first-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5673555839502762127</id><published>2011-11-22T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:55:57.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official. Rated R fooooor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRUTAL VIOLENT CONTENT INCLUDING RAPE AND TORTURE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STRONG SEXUALITY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GRAPHIC NUDITY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LANGUAGE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqb_hoGee8Y/TsxgickyvLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xlG07l3sOU0/s1600/Kenneth+is+giggly+and+dancey.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqb_hoGee8Y/TsxgickyvLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xlG07l3sOU0/s1600/Kenneth+is+giggly+and+dancey.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarrassing things to be excited about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5673555839502762127?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5673555839502762127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5673555839502762127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5673555839502762127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqb_hoGee8Y/TsxgickyvLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xlG07l3sOU0/s72-c/Kenneth+is+giggly+and+dancey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7979954285830729065</id><published>2011-11-22T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:16:15.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I currently have far too many feelings about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breaking Bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO JESSE DON'T KILL GALE BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO OH GOD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CRYING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE THIS SHOW IT'S THE WORST I WANT TO DIE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND NOW I JUST FINISHED ALL THE EPISODES ON NETFLIX SO I HAVE TO GO FIND ALL THE ONES FROM SEASON 4 IN OTHER PLACES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, I have a platonic crush on RJ Mitte. I just wanna eat breakfast food and cuddle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parks and Recreation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and Leslie. I hate myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Millenium Trilogy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;specifically the fact that I'm listening to the audiobook of TGWPWF and good god, Lisbeth and Mimmi COULD'VE HAD IT ALLLLL, BUT THEN LISBETH GOT FRAMED FOR MUUURRRDDERRRR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want them to get married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And murder Bjurman, Teleborian, and Faste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mimmi can keep studying and owning that awesome store while Lisbeth solves mysteries with Blomkvist (who will be with Berger forever and ever amen) and then they come home to Lisbeth's fancy-ass apartment and take lots of jacuzzi baths together and have ALL OF TEH SEX and fall asleep with their arms wrapped around each other because they are MEANT 2 BE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GAH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7979954285830729065?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7979954285830729065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-currently-have-far-too-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7979954285830729065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7979954285830729065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-currently-have-far-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5804258147216141498</id><published>2011-11-13T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:17:31.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching "Phoenix".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode of Breaking Bad where Jane chokes and dies on her own vomit while Walter's watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking and near tears and just grossed out everyone in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between this, the Millenium Trilogy, and watching "Fancy Party" over and over, I need to stop getting attached to fiction that makes me want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5804258147216141498?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5804258147216141498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5804258147216141498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5804258147216141498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3276506115938597973</id><published>2011-11-09T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:57:45.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you hate when you're watching a show for the first time and you start to get really attached to one character but then you remember a spoiler you heard years ago about them that you didn't consider a spoiler at the time cause you didn't watch the show then and you get really sad cause you don't want that character to asphyxiate on their own vomit but you know they're going to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Yeah. Go watch "Breaking Bad".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3276506115938597973?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3276506115938597973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-hate-when-youre-watching-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3276506115938597973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3276506115938597973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-hate-when-youre-watching-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4351148402248819092</id><published>2011-11-04T01:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:54:42.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh blogspot I hate you why don't read mores work on here. I need a secret tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey remember when I was 18 and thought I was bi and had a crush on Groff cause he was the sweetest ever and I adored him and he gave really really good hugs? And remember that nudes leaked today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNACCEPTABLE. EVERY TIME I SEE A DUDE NAKED I AM REMINDED WHY I AM A RAGING HOMO. I MEAN I ADORE THAT KID AND HAVE SUCH A PLATONIC CRUSH ON HIM BUT OMG NO PENIS. EVER. PLEASE. LADYPARTS FTW. THEY'RE PRETTY AND TASTE GOOD AND (IF WE'RE TALKING CISGENDER) COME WITH BOOBS AND THIGHS AND GIRL-FACES JFDFDHFHFDFGF. I JUST CANNOT COMPREHEND HOW ANYONE COULD WANT A PENIS OVER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4351148402248819092?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4351148402248819092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/ugh-blogspot-i-hate-you-why-dont-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4351148402248819092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4351148402248819092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/ugh-blogspot-i-hate-you-why-dont-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2628446290958815562</id><published>2011-11-03T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:19:51.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friend I like to call Buffy? I adore you. I really, really do. You have become one of my best friends over the past year. And yes, breaking up with your boyfriend sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't talk about being forever alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't forever alone, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who's forever alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y237v5zvzdg/TrMTfmfBb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/MJDbUqYfAHU/s1600/Liz+is+THIS+MOI.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y237v5zvzdg/TrMTfmfBb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/MJDbUqYfAHU/s1600/Liz+is+THIS+MOI.gif" /&gt;&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/8681692966173490501-2628446290958815562?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2628446290958815562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend-i-like-to-call-buffy-i-adore-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2628446290958815562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2628446290958815562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend-i-like-to-call-buffy-i-adore-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y237v5zvzdg/TrMTfmfBb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/MJDbUqYfAHU/s72-c/Liz+is+THIS+MOI.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8115734075367574950</id><published>2011-10-26T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:56:37.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going on Comes Forth in the Thaw any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 56 days until this movie comes out, and it is only making the wait worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing snippets of dialogue, noises (I MAY HAVE JUST HEARD ROONEY MARA'S ORGASM NOISE AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT), etc, is basically killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fucking STAHP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8115734075367574950?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8115734075367574950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8115734075367574950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8115734075367574950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-1843740768847396475</id><published>2011-10-26T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:41:37.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My reaction to Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Salander saying the word "cunnilingus" will never be anything other than BE STILL MY BEATING VAGINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-1843740768847396475?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1843740768847396475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-reaction-to-rooney-mara-as-lisbeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1843740768847396475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/1843740768847396475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-reaction-to-rooney-mara-as-lisbeth.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3175289094050353221</id><published>2011-10-24T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:26:40.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The three best shows currently on television:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;2. Parks and Recreation&lt;br /&gt;3. Adventure Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trufax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3175289094050353221?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3175289094050353221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-best-shows-currently-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3175289094050353221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3175289094050353221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-best-shows-currently-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3961890791213489704</id><published>2011-10-24T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:46:05.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current reason why I really really need to be dating Rooney Mara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULDN'T SHE MAKE THE PERFECT MARCELINE TO MY PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM???? It would be a perfect couple's Halloween costume!!! Her hair's already black and the side of her head's shaved, so she could just sweep it over, where jeans, a ripped t-shirt, and boots, plus some fangs and a little vampire bite on her neck. While I could go &lt;i&gt;completely all out&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and get a fancy princess dress and pink wig and a crown or or orrrrrr just a cute pink skirt and the shirt Marceline got Bubblegum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE MY NEW OTP AND I WANT IT TO HAPPEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3961890791213489704?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3961890791213489704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/current-reason-why-i-really-really-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3961890791213489704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3961890791213489704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/current-reason-why-i-really-really-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4590231775506130613</id><published>2011-10-20T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:53:29.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case anyone was unaware, this is an Irrationally Worried About People I Will Never Meet Blog 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave much thought to how thin Rooney got during filming. I figured it was a product of exercising, getting super into character, etc. I mean, she looks the part almost exactly. It's truly, truly stunning actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that Vogue article has me anxious now. If Fincher has her barely eating... honestly, I don't think I could be too angry with him. If I was playing Sally, I'd probably almost stop eating entirely, too. The look of the character is so, so important (in my opinion, it's partly why I didn't really like Noomi in the role. She was great on her own, but so entirely off from what the character was supposed to be. Lisbeth is not supposed to look healthy.) It just never occurred to me that although the character eats her weight in junk and stays anorexic thin, Rooney technically may not be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGH I'M SO CONFLICTED. She's so fucking perfect and awesome and is gonna blow everyone's minds, but I want her to be healthy!!! If they make the other two, she's gonna have to be going at this for another couple years!! dagjkxhgjdhjhf as I said, this is not something I should be taking time out of my day to worry about, but blarg. Can't stop won't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4590231775506130613?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4590231775506130613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-case-anyone-was-unaware-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4590231775506130613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4590231775506130613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-case-anyone-was-unaware-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3724700876050670617</id><published>2011-10-16T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:57:47.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck this shit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go onto ComesForthintheThaw for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately hear the fucking screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IK22V_-5rrg/TpuLgPakrMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DL3_VKzgK_w/s1600/crzs005496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IK22V_-5rrg/TpuLgPakrMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DL3_VKzgK_w/s320/crzs005496.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3724700876050670617?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3724700876050670617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-onto-comesforthinthethaw-for-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3724700876050670617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3724700876050670617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-onto-comesforthinthethaw-for-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IK22V_-5rrg/TpuLgPakrMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DL3_VKzgK_w/s72-c/crzs005496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5077769052876034509</id><published>2011-10-15T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:59:24.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINNAAAALLLLYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SALLY/BLOMKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITERALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg omg omg my Rooney fantasies just got waaaaayyyy more accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmi blog 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me not giving a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT IS SO GOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5077769052876034509?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5077769052876034509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/finnaaaallllyyyyyyyyy-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5077769052876034509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5077769052876034509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/finnaaaallllyyyyyyyyy-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7783601556616106784</id><published>2011-10-15T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:13:11.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND THEN IT GIVES ME THE DIALOGUE &lt;i&gt;BEFORE&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE SEX BUT NO ACTUAL SEX NOISES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS UNTOWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT TOWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ME OFF THIS WEBSITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7783601556616106784?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7783601556616106784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-then-it-gives-me-dialogue-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7783601556616106784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7783601556616106784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-then-it-gives-me-dialogue-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4445757596083465914</id><published>2011-10-15T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:10:36.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaannnnd then it plays thirty seconds of Lisbeth screaming in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me two seconds of each snippet of dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirty seconds of her being raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta, website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4445757596083465914?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4445757596083465914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/aaaaaaaannnnd-then-it-plays-thirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4445757596083465914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4445757596083465914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/aaaaaaaannnnd-then-it-plays-thirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6734091119990980031</id><published>2011-10-15T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:00:49.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My current favorite thing in the universe is when the music dies down in ComesForthintheThaw and I can do other stuff while listening closely for Sally/Blomky sex noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost control of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6734091119990980031?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6734091119990980031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-current-favorite-thing-in-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6734091119990980031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6734091119990980031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-current-favorite-thing-in-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7872621620346971432</id><published>2011-09-28T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:43:36.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have discovered that there are exactly three people in the universe I'm attracted to at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rooney Mara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marina Diamandis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;*kanyeshrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7872621620346971432?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7872621620346971432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-discovered-that-there-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7872621620346971432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7872621620346971432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-discovered-that-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5365407350375183469</id><published>2011-09-27T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:44:01.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I'm about to be this cliche,</title><content type='html'>but some days call for a posting of Taylor Swift lyrics where no one can see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With the twist of fate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause we're going down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the story of us looks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lot like a tragedy now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...The end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5365407350375183469?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5365407350375183469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-believe-im-about-to-be-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5365407350375183469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5365407350375183469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-believe-im-about-to-be-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m about to be this cliche,'/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5521819447911918043</id><published>2011-09-27T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:06:10.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, I need to be reassured that just because I didn't want to have sex with the one person who has ever blatantly asked me to doesn't mean I don't want to have sex with anyone. This experience has honestly felt a little bit traumatic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*obligatory "I still want to make passionate love to Rooney Mara/Lisbeth Salander, obviously" end of post* *because I do* *just not right now* *because I feel gross* *and like I don't want to be touched* *ugh I have had the weirdest most stressful month* *plus I'm back on the birth control so my hormones are out the fucking window* *I need a drunk mental health day* *with a good friend or two* *and then a long conversation about life with Rooney* *and then cuddles* *cause I don't think I could do sex right now*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5521819447911918043?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5521819447911918043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/also-i-need-to-be-reassured-that-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5521819447911918043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5521819447911918043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/also-i-need-to-be-reassured-that-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5538263215475383666</id><published>2011-09-27T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:44:33.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are weird now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lie profusely to said internet-friend about how awkward and weird and fun-bubble-popping I thought this trip was, keep things status quo on interwebz, and start making up excuses as to why I can't visit her and why I don't want her staying at my house in December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (preferably get drunk and) tell her exactly how I feel. That hanging out for an extended amount of time (plus her basically propositioning me and my horrified reaction) made this internet friendship, for lack of a better word, weird. I've been using her as my stress outlet, and I know it's not fair to her, but I can't anymore, and I don't want this to happen again. It's come to my attention that she WEIRDS ME THE FUCK OUT and we don't fit together as real life friends. And I don't like being around her. Our bubble has popped and I feel gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the outcome would be, because she doesn't seem to get signals about things, but I really, truly want to take the Taylor Swift route here. I "so clearly know what I want to say, so I should &lt;i&gt;speak now&lt;/i&gt;" (public endorsement for Taylor Swifts third album, entitled &lt;i&gt;Speak Now&lt;/i&gt;). Would I regret it? Should I be drunk? Should I ask for a lot of peoples' advice before I make any sort of decision? Is tumblr (which has been my haven) going to be strange and awkward for me now that I don't want to talk to my old best friend on there anymore? Or should I do the typical me/Don Draper thing, and remake and not tell her? Just disappear off the face of the planet and hope she can't find me? I mean, my interests are going to stay the same, so I probably won't be that hard to find. Tbqh, the whole GWTDT fandom is pretty small, and I definitely want to stay a part of it, so I know she'll know it's me and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I am not Don Draper. But nor am I Taylor Swift. I am a lying liar who lies. And hides. And feels really fucking weird and awkward in her own skin now because something she thought would be great turned out terrible and strange and she doesn't want to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hiatus for a couple days? Like, total social networking site hiatus? Tumblr, twitter, facebook, the works? I need other people's advice. This is driving me crazy and I know not to trust only my own brain, so I need to talk to people. Get it out, get opinions. Roomie basically said I should do whatever I feel is right, so she was no help. I need to talk to Pixie and Al and... ooh, do I not have a nickname for super awesome friend I made in poetry class last semester? Let's call her Buffy, cause that is her number one obsession. And Awesome Cousin and even 60 and Bartok (I have friends that I don't normally talk about on here. Huh) and Princess and friend who I love dearly but can't think of a nickname for, and other cousin who I also can't think of a nickname for and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am good hiding behind the facade of tumblr. Once that escape crosses over into real life, it's ruined. I really should remake, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will be had, I promise. Now that I have actual readers, I can appreciate the invisible ones a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5538263215475383666?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5538263215475383666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5538263215475383666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5538263215475383666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-9202605223086199726</id><published>2011-09-26T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:49:02.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I really don't want said internet friend to take my virginity anymore. Cause when you're both in a library and in a shelf where you're basically completely alone and there's a very slim chance of anyone seeing you and she says, "This would be the perfect place to make out!" and you start to have a panic attack because GOOD GOD LEMON NO, and laugh awkwardly and just keep sipping your passion tea lemonade, that story in your brain might be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've had a weird day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-9202605223086199726?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9202605223086199726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-really-dont-want-said-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9202605223086199726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9202605223086199726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-really-dont-want-said-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2152059985733911586</id><published>2011-09-24T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:50:19.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, remember when I asked Lucy to write me some Sally/Mimmi boarding school AU and she did it? And it was great? Yeah. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go frame by frame through that BEAUTIFUL FUCKING TRAILER again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-2152059985733911586?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2152059985733911586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-remember-when-i-asked-lucy-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2152059985733911586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2152059985733911586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-remember-when-i-asked-lucy-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-932323149056239675</id><published>2011-09-22T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:05:58.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True Life: I Sing Taylor Swift Songs to Pictures of Rooney Mara. Daily. Or imagine that I am singing them to her. "Enchanted" specifically. And I have an entire fantasy surrounding "Speak Now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me why I'm not in therapy anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-932323149056239675?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/932323149056239675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-life-i-sing-taylor-swift-songs-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/932323149056239675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/932323149056239675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-life-i-sing-taylor-swift-songs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7665359676427703833</id><published>2011-09-15T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:57:03.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad and bored and waiting to video chat/for the 8 minute long TGWTDT trailer that every critic in existence is jizzing about to leak, so I'm watching videos of the Lumpy Space Princess on youtube to distract me. This is my life, guys. It's pretty great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7665359676427703833?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7665359676427703833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-sad-and-bored-and-waiting-to-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7665359676427703833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7665359676427703833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-sad-and-bored-and-waiting-to-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6330841342663047806</id><published>2011-09-15T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:00:40.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I cannot deal with: movies in which a gothed-up Rooney Mara has frank discussions about cunnilingus, rides a motorcycle, has a Swedish accent, beats people up, has a photographic memory, has sex with both Daniel Craig and a hot Asian chick, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP. REMEMBER WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT OTHER THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6330841342663047806?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6330841342663047806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-i-cannot-deal-with-movies-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6330841342663047806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6330841342663047806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-i-cannot-deal-with-movies-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4526727763141647656</id><published>2011-09-07T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:23:29.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really, legitimately miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to the wrong school and meeting the wrong people for four fucking years and I'm left alone and academically and artistically unfulfilled at the beginning of my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of COLLEGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape to a better place after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't get better. Nothing got better. It just got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Oh god oh god oh god I don't know what to do. I have absolutely no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm panicking. I don't know who to call or how to proceed or what to think or even whether or not to go to class in a half hour because WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ISN'T ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA GO TO CLASS, BE CONFUSED, HAVE PEOPLE BE POLITE TO ME AND THEN GO HANG OUT WITH THEIR REAL FRIENDS, GET FOOD ALONE, COME BACK HERE, RUSH A REPORT FOR A CLASS I WANT TO CARE ABOUT, GO TO THAT CLASS FOR HOURS, COME BACK HERE, AND DO NOTHING FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be brief moments where I'm happy, but they won't have anything to do with this place or this school or these people. I'm alone. I'm lonely. It's my senior year of college and I just want to get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of forcing myself to be friendly and nice like I've been doing for FOUR FUCKING YEARS. WASTED. THE FOUR MOST IMPORTANT YEARS OF MY LIFE ARE GONE. DISAPPEARED. AND I'VE SPENT THEM IN THE WRONG PLACE WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt regret like this. I want my money back. I want my time back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4526727763141647656?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4526727763141647656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4526727763141647656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4526727763141647656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-9056286610595846236</id><published>2011-09-01T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:03:21.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That awkward moment when you find yourself considering propositioning your best internet friend to take your virginity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-9056286610595846236?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9056286610595846236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-awkward-moment-when-you-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9056286610595846236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9056286610595846236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-awkward-moment-when-you-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-196975807239974183</id><published>2011-08-31T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:43:55.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to ranty rant because I'm fucking exhausted and have barely slept in days and am back at school and have been so busy and my hormones are out of control and I keep spending money I don't have and something is GETTING ON MY NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The American version of TGWTDT is not a Hollywood remake. It is another film version of the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did everyone see the same Swedish version that I did? Because I thought it was mediocre at best and everyone talks about it like it's the fucking greatest film ever made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noomi was alright, but absolutely replaceable. I thought she did a good job with what she had, but was a) too old for the part (Sally is supposed to look like a teenage boy. Noomi looks like what she is: a late twenty-something woman), and b) wasn't as impressive as everyone seems to think. She did well, for sure, but it's not the performance of the century by any means.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People bitching about Hollywood fucking the books over? Sweethearts, David Fincher is using an absolutely stellar cast to make a film out of a book you love. You have absolutely nothing to complain about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could make a stellar argument about why Rooney Mara is the perfect choice for Sally, but I'm too emotionally involved. You badmouth her, I will CUT YOU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's a fabulous poster. Really fucking fabulous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you read the character descriptions posted on the redesigned official website, you will see that Fincher is keeping in a lot that the Swedish version took out, including Henrik's ulterior motive to gain control of &lt;i&gt;Millenium&lt;/i&gt;, ANITA FUCKING VANGER (her exclusion from the Swedish version was utter laziness), and a waaaay stronger character from Erika Berger, which was something else unforgivable about the Swedish version. They took a well-written, strong, intelligent, independent female character and turned her into a sad, lovesick, puppy dog. Inexcusable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel Craig, Robin Wright, Stellan Skarsgaard, Christopher fucking Plummer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I must reiterate: It's David Fincher. DAVID. FINCHER. Y'all better wise up and go watch &lt;i&gt;Se7en &lt;/i&gt;before you whine any longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hermionethatfeltgood.gif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-196975807239974183?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/196975807239974183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-to-ranty-rant-because-im-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/196975807239974183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/196975807239974183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-to-ranty-rant-because-im-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-234160758258093430</id><published>2011-08-26T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:39:53.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The amount of people who came rushing to my aid when I said I was having a panic attack over Hurricane Irene was &lt;i&gt;staggering&lt;/i&gt;. I've never had internet friends before this year, and let me fucking tell you. They love you for your uncensored self, and it is a beautiful thing. Let me name drop a bit: Jess, Maggie, Sarah, Lyssa, Chloe, and Laraine. You're all amazing. I would actually be a little lost without y'all. You've drunk skyped with me, liveblogged, suffered through awards season, people calling our fandom dead, you've held my hand during TGWTDT trailer, you've accepted me, you've talked me down from panic attacks. Besides maybe three people irl, I love you the most. I really, really fucking do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-234160758258093430?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/234160758258093430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/amount-of-people-who-came-rushing-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/234160758258093430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/234160758258093430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/amount-of-people-who-came-rushing-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-417855564711685400</id><published>2011-08-17T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:13:12.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, a few more updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know you're a loser when your gynecologist doesn't return your calls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;85% of the time I'm thinking about Rooney Mara. The other 15% is a mixture of Taylor Swift, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, favorite movies, Mad Men, TSN, and, mostly, Parks and Rec.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Millenium Trilogy killed me dead. I would follow Lisbeth Salander around like a puppy for years if I could.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my internet friends are better then my rl friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited Roomie. Of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am undoubtedly the happiest around my cousins. I stayed at my aunt's house all of last week with them and was just ecstatic the entire time. They get me. I'm myself around them without any compromises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate and watched Parks and Rec and played Twilight Princess and dyed our hair went to the movies and cooked and ate some more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent the last night sleeping alone in my aunt's room. And by sleep I mean drink 3 giant glasses of wine and watch really hilarious softcore porn. I fell asleep at around 4 to the sound of Rooney being a scream queen. Great night or the best night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm including the Millenium trilogy in that 80% about Rooney.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain is mushy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few weeks ago I went to a bar for one of my hs friend's 21st birthdays. I drank 2 glasses of wine, 3 really strong cocktails (including one appletini, for fandom's sake), fell off someone's bed, don't remember the taxi ride home, barfed this all up in the morning, then spent the next 24 hours in sickness. Don't mix drinks, kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorta cranky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me, Alli, and Alyce are being the 9th, 10th, and 11th Doctors for Halloween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-417855564711685400?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/417855564711685400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/also-few-more-updates-you-know-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/417855564711685400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/417855564711685400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/also-few-more-updates-you-know-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3199203165133288079</id><published>2011-08-16T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:58:07.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm listening through Nox Arcana's discography and it's reminding me of sitting in my dorm room reading &lt;i&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not sure why I felt so keen on sharing that. But I did. Therefore, I am going to listy list about what I read this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;House of Leaves &lt;/i&gt;by Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;- All of the &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Series by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Millenium Trilogy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;- lots of books from my childhood&lt;br /&gt;- some audiobooks&lt;br /&gt;- currently: &lt;i&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;- others that I'm forgetting, which makes me feel both awesome and sad. Sad in that I forgot some books, awesome in that LOOK HOW MUCH I READ THIS SUMMER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3199203165133288079?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3199203165133288079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-listening-through-nox-arcanas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3199203165133288079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3199203165133288079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-listening-through-nox-arcanas.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3724529367588818042</id><published>2011-07-07T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:00:37.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I maaaay have just had the best orgasm of all time while thinking about riding Erica Albright's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, Jesse loves Andrew. Documented proof. Fuck you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3724529367588818042?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3724529367588818042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-maaaay-have-just-had-best-orgasm-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3724529367588818042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3724529367588818042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-maaaay-have-just-had-best-orgasm-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-651620942965359130</id><published>2011-07-01T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:40:54.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get Harry Potter tattoo before the summer ends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;right before school starts, dye entire head bubblegum pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a roller derby meet with Alli and Alyce; proceed to hit on whoever looks the most like Ellen Page in &lt;i&gt;Whip It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a sonic screwdriver (Ten's, preferably)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get either a TGS or Pawnee hoodie (ok, it'll probably be Pawnee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish self-insert Rooney Mara fic set to "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if Alyce agrees to write fic for me for my birthday, make it Lisbeth Salander/OC cause I'm batshit insane like that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get gloriously drunk... with other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hopefully get at least a little bit laid, but it's not a priority. Cause Alli gave me a vibrator for my bday and it is the most beautiful thing in the universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get at least 150 followers on tumblr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get money, fuck bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a goth club in Jersey with Liz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a Doctor Who marathon with Julia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take risks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read a bajillion books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch old movies and new movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch the &lt;i&gt;GWTDT&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trailer at least once a day until December 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write poetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the fucking beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit Jane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a Broadway day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go see &lt;i&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attempt to exercise, mostly while listening to the &lt;i&gt;TSN&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a Rooney sex dream at least once a week (they've averaged one every other day now, which is nothing to sneeze at)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat lots of Red Mango, preferably pomegranate flavored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live life in capslock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-651620942965359130?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/651620942965359130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/07/goals-get-harry-potter-tattoo-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/651620942965359130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/651620942965359130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/07/goals-get-harry-potter-tattoo-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7185796037491185060</id><published>2011-06-29T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:09:36.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOM I'M KINDA DRUNK AND WAS BASICALLY GETTIN IT ON WITH TWO SUPER HOT CHICKS ON OMEGLE WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME HOME THIS IS UNFAIR I HATE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took so much effort to type this correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7185796037491185060?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7185796037491185060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom-im-kinda-drunk-and-was-basically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7185796037491185060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7185796037491185060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom-im-kinda-drunk-and-was-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4722239801060975895</id><published>2011-06-24T19:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:58:20.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;While spending the past two days in Sweden with some badass crime busters, I made a list. Here are all of the horrifying and despicable things that happen in this book that David Fincher will probably put into the film version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 rapes, 1 attempted rape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 scenes of torture (3 if you include one of the 2 rape scenes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;multiple grisly murders, all of which took place in the past, but the characters of the victims &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;been cast, so I'm assuming we will see some of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sadism without any masochism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;assault&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;child abuse &amp;amp; rape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;animal cruelty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corruption&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk of economics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus a few things that are awesome but get the MPAA's panties in a twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a main female character who is sexually active and not apologetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lesbian stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SO MUCH REVENGE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swedish accents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interesting and complex characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a 25-year-old and a 40-something-year-old fucking without being in an established relationship but still liking each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a side female character with a kickass career and who's in an open marriage that is working fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rooney Mara's pierced nipples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suck it, David Fincher is my god.&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/8681692966173490501-4722239801060975895?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4722239801060975895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/while-spending-past-two-days-in-sweden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4722239801060975895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4722239801060975895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/while-spending-past-two-days-in-sweden.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3845659979833225962</id><published>2011-06-23T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:37:22.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That awkward moment when it's 10:30 at night and you're probably going to sleep soon because working from 7:30 to 4 this entire week has turned you into a grown up. Fuck this shit. I'm gonna go watch &lt;i&gt;Parks &amp;amp; Rec&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the bathtub. And then tomorrow I'm gonna be grumpy if anyone interrupts me while I'm reading books about badass Swedish goth chicks. Or book. One book. Maybe three if I can get my hands on the others when I finish this one. But still. I get cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this book is terrifying. Pixie will need to hold my hand in the theatre when we go see it (because it will be Pixie cause she's gonna start it soon and she'd better liveblog it like I've been). Scary badness and I'm really tired and incoherent and ROONEY. GURL. JUST LET ME KISS YOU ALL OVER. I WANNA ERASE EVERY NASTY THOUGHT THAT BUGS ME EVERY DAY OF EVERY WEEK. (perfifisclump whaddup Marina) YOU SIGNED ON FOR THIS CRAZY DARK CHARACTER WHO IS THE FUCKING BEST BUT SO SO FUCKED UP AND I'M NOT WORRIED FOR YOUR MENTAL STATE CAUSE YOU'RE SUPER TALENTED BUT I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS FOR &lt;i&gt;MY &lt;/i&gt;MENTAL STATE AFTER I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THE SCENES YOU KNOW I'M TALKING ABOUT. YOU'D BETTER GET YOURSELF SOME OSCAR NOMS AND SHIT FOR THIS ART, WOMAN. FUR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;deteriorating and slinking away into the mist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know you love me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swiss Family Ron-Binson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3845659979833225962?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3845659979833225962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-awkward-moment-when-its-1030-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3845659979833225962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3845659979833225962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-awkward-moment-when-its-1030-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-4134665060197583096</id><published>2011-06-22T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:22:42.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GUESS WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;HUNG OUT WITH THIS CHICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ioNl3aIftI/TgKGzx3V4NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/T5NGLj2uyu0/s1600/GODDESS+MARINA.+I+TOOK+THIS+FUCKER..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ioNl3aIftI/TgKGzx3V4NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/T5NGLj2uyu0/s320/GODDESS+MARINA.+I+TOOK+THIS+FUCKER..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;MARINA DIAMANDIS, YOU ARE EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT MUSIC AND THE BUSINESS OF IT AND PERFORMING AND YOU ARE MAGIC AND THE MOST CHARISMATIC AND BEAUTIFUL LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching videos from last night's show on Youtube, and I JUST WANT TO BE BACK THERE. THAT SHOULDN'T BE TOO MUCH TO ASK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-4134665060197583096?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4134665060197583096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-guess-what-i-did-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4134665060197583096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/4134665060197583096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-guess-what-i-did-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ioNl3aIftI/TgKGzx3V4NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/T5NGLj2uyu0/s72-c/GODDESS+MARINA.+I+TOOK+THIS+FUCKER..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3120634541899480472</id><published>2011-06-07T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:42:33.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to discuss a few things today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Tennant is a magic creature. With 300 teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That being said, I am now watching &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's so fucking good I can't even.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS HE QUOTING &lt;i&gt;THE LION KING&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY GOD I LOVE THIS SHIT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, praise the gods of Tina Fey, Lady Gaga, and Sorking that our man David Fincher got ahold of the lovely Miss Patricia Rooney Mara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause her roles were SHITE before TSN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've seen nearly every single one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bingeing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I don't want help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just want her mouth on my mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And every other part of my body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is more beautiful and talented than the fucking sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is this magic. How is she real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go on for hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a dream about her last night that did not go as far as I would've liked it to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I got some ideas for terrible self-insert fic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which is always a good sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to continue the Who-fest now. With dashes of Rooney thrown in here and there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things are okay tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3120634541899480472?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3120634541899480472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-to-discuss-few-things-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3120634541899480472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3120634541899480472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-to-discuss-few-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5292126051096142076</id><published>2011-06-04T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:39:57.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE LET SUMMER MAKE ME INARTICULATE. I DON'T WANNA BE A BAD WRITER ANYMORE. THIS IS NOT WELL THOUGHT OUT AT ALL. I GUESS I'LL STOP NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5292126051096142076?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5292126051096142076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-let-summer-make-me-inarticulate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5292126051096142076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5292126051096142076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-let-summer-make-me-inarticulate.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-2308066382452391090</id><published>2011-05-31T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:54:41.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I may have watched a really bad episode of SVU on Netflix last night just because Rooney was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on TV again right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wailing her name every time she comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-2308066382452391090?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2308066382452391090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-may-have-watched-really-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2308066382452391090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/2308066382452391090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-may-have-watched-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6173757760812286</id><published>2011-05-31T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:23:18.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm this close to fapping to the &lt;i&gt;GWTDT&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trailer. Jesus take all the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROONEY I ADORE YOU LET'S ADOPT BABIES. REALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6173757760812286?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6173757760812286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-this-close-to-fapping-to-gwtdt-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6173757760812286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6173757760812286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-this-close-to-fapping-to-gwtdt-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6007020924668162371</id><published>2011-05-30T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:12:06.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This just in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am destined to have a very serious phase for every single cast member of &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teaser trailer for &lt;i&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;came out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has turned into a 24/7 Rooney Mara sex riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6007020924668162371?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6007020924668162371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-just-in-i-am-destined-to-have-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6007020924668162371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6007020924668162371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-just-in-i-am-destined-to-have-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3553927505467164110</id><published>2011-05-02T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:49:21.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sexually Explicit Fantasy Secret Blog 2011. So glad people don't know this exists. Welp, that's gonna jinx it. Whatevs. It's 2:30 and I'm really tired and horny and had a rough weekend bridesmaiding (whoda thunk it'd be, like, the least fun thing ever?) so this must be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my Golden Trio of Boys named Jesse, Andrew, and Joe, I currently have a serious thing for female pop/hip-hop/country/rock stars. Like PROBLEMATIC. I discovered that I really wanted this a couple minutes ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a giant, magical concert involving most of the people I'm about to mention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't actually wanna have sex with Lady Gaga, but I love her, so she plays for the longest because she is the most talented. Growl, her voice. Unf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then a fucking fantastic orgy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my mouth on Katy Perry's mouth. She kisses girls. And I think she's kinda awful, but that doesn't mean I don't want her tongue in my mouth. Cause I really do. And I want her boobs on my boobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hayley Williams better be between my fucking legs with her mouth and little fingers. I'm okay with little fingers because she knows me and knows what to do with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not care where my hands are on Nicki Minaj, BUT ONE HAND NEEDS TO BE ALL OVER NICKI MINAJ. DAT ASS. DOS BOOBS. ME GUSTA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My other hand will be debauching the shit outta Taylor Swift. If I had my way, girl would never write a song about a boy again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when Rebecca joins too many all-male fandoms at once! Sexually explicit fantasies involving the princesses of many genres happen!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, though. I'm turning 21 this year. Get me this for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3553927505467164110?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3553927505467164110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexually-explicit-fantasy-secret-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3553927505467164110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3553927505467164110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexually-explicit-fantasy-secret-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5990330822656442587</id><published>2011-04-21T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:41.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to stop feeling so guilty when I skip classes. I realize I'm up to the limit in one of my easiest classes, but I need to realize that this doesn't mean I'm gonna fail life or anything. Ugh. I'm just ranty about it. It was a stupid class to skip and I REALLY shouldn't have, but I did anyway and now I feel terrible because the instructor's super nice and but &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fail me if I skip anymore, and that obviously needs to not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was getting my academic career on track and good, I make a dumb mistake and ruin my motivation. And this is a fucking AEROBICS class, too! It's not like it's an important class or anything! This was an easy pass! I'm just a lazy ass who needs to realize she can't just skip everything if she feels like it. This needs to stop being an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm an overachiever in theory. I never actually do anything, but I'm so used to being the best and never doing badly on anything that this is making me panicky. Blurgh. Well, it's not like I need to pull my grade up or anything. I just need to make fucking sure that I show up to the next six classes. Ugh. I'm the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna delete this, but I'll hopefully never need to read it again. Don't fail life, Rebecca! Be at least a little bit motivated to not fail the easiest class you've ever taken just because you're lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Gtfo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5990330822656442587?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5990330822656442587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-to-stop-feeling-so-guilty-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5990330822656442587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5990330822656442587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-to-stop-feeling-so-guilty-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-5294681102108258002</id><published>2011-04-20T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:56:56.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO MY DEVON STALKING HAS BECOME PUBLIC TUMBLR KNOWLEDGE. THANK JESUS I ONLY HAVE 72 FOLLOWERS OTHERWISE THIS COULD'VE BEEN A REALLY MAJOR ISSUE. She's less of a public figure than Anna (and that's a big fucking deal) and I only know she exists because I stalk her boyfriend so hard there should be restraining orders issued out BUT REALLY I JUST WANTED TO STRESS HOW AWESOME SHE IS!!! I'LL TRY TO FIND HER CRAFT/RECIPE BLOG IF PEOPLE ARE REALLY REALLY INTERESTED. NAH I'LL JUST TELL THEM TO STALK HIS FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy. This is one of the nights where I'm majorly happy I'm not remotely tumblr famous. Going to hide under a rock now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-5294681102108258002?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5294681102108258002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-no-my-devon-stalking-has-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5294681102108258002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/5294681102108258002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-no-my-devon-stalking-has-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-6429944635536480503</id><published>2011-04-19T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:09:07.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something that is weird: I am in love with both every male cast member of &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;, and their significant others. Legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon? Fine, fresh, fierce hipster nutjob who I kinda ship with Katy Perry. Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna? Honestly, YOU try looking after Jesse Eisenberg for 8 years. Fierce bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth? Don't know much about her, but she seems very queenly. She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEVON? CROSS BETWEEN MENA SUVARI AND ALLIE BROSH WHO'S OBSESSED WITH ARTS AND CRAFTS, PAULA DEEN, AND CATS? CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES, JOE MAZZELLO'S GIRLFRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Orgy. Andrew/Shannon, Jesse/Anna, Elizabeth/Armie, Devon/Joe. I want it, and I want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT MY LIFE HAS COME TO, GUYS. NEVER LOOKIN' BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-6429944635536480503?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6429944635536480503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-that-is-weird-i-am-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6429944635536480503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/6429944635536480503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-that-is-weird-i-am-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-8872998168410034861</id><published>2011-04-16T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T03:08:54.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I genuinely think that my favorite love story of all time is &lt;i&gt;Carry It in My Heart&lt;/i&gt;. It's more perfect and I give more fucks about it than any other one that I've read or watched. Seriously, I've never been able to pick a favorite love story until I read this. It's fanfiction, for fuck's sake! This is where the best shit's being written, universe! Get it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how "real" writers dismiss fanfiction, saying it's juvenile or creepy or whatever. Some people choose to take circumstances already given and create around them. Writing good fanfiction can be more difficult than writing a completely original story because you have to deal with the circumstances given to you. You don't create your own, and, therefore, don't make up your own rules. You have to write within the constraints of your fandom, while still trying to be &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, 3AM rant over. I just love writing and reading this so much that I hate when people put it down. And it's my favorite love story, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargl. Go to bed, Rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-8872998168410034861?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8872998168410034861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-genuinely-think-that-my-favorite-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8872998168410034861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/8872998168410034861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-genuinely-think-that-my-favorite-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-9191021297302013240</id><published>2011-04-13T00:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:47:18.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy. We're all going to jail. Pedo City, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T EVEN MAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-9191021297302013240?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9191021297302013240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9191021297302013240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/9191021297302013240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3786303453411828836</id><published>2011-04-13T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:05:35.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL MY DARLING MOZZARELLA TO MAKE AT LEAST ONE MOVIE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY? Seriously, it is out of control. So far, the only one I've got is &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt;, and I can't keep watching that over and over. Others that I have recently watched include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cure&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- currently watching it, and BB!JOE HAS AIDS AND RUNS AWAY AND I KNOW HE'S GONNA DIE AT THE END, I JUST KNOW IT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Radio Flyer&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Gets beaten up repeatedly by his stepdad, flies away from home/bb!Elijah Wood. He's also, like, 6. And is crying in every other scene and wibbles that he loves his mom and akgjakgha my sooouuull.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The River Wild&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- didn't watch the whole thing cause I was bored, but people were gonna be dead at the end, I know it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're obviously not discussing &lt;i&gt;TSN&lt;/i&gt;. Obviously. I SAID DROP IT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE'RE ALSO NOT TALKING ABOUT &lt;i&gt;THE PACIFIC&lt;/i&gt;. I DON'T THINK ANYTHING HAS MADE ME DEPRESSED QUITE LIKE THAT SHOW. MY CREYS FOREVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is a romantic comedy with a sex scene so much to ask? And for nothing bad to happen? Please?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3786303453411828836?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3786303453411828836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-someone-please-tell-my-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3786303453411828836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3786303453411828836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-someone-please-tell-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3299490326542456308</id><published>2011-04-09T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:04:47.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just listening to a shit ton of music from Disney World and crying into my hands, nbd nbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN. WHY AM I NOT THERE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, did I even mention on this blog that I went there in January?? Cause I did! Roomie, Fierce, Roomie's bff Rebecca, and I all went for a week! Three days in Disney, one in Universal, and another two lazing about our resort. I miss it so much I feel sick sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO BE ON SPACE MOUNTAIN AND EATING DINNER IN FAKE JAPAN AND RUNNING AROUND ANIMAL KINGDOM AND SCREAMING IN GENUINE FEAR ON DINOSAUR AND CHOKING UP AT SOARIN' AND EVERYTHING. WHY IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3299490326542456308?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3299490326542456308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-listening-to-shit-ton-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3299490326542456308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3299490326542456308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-listening-to-shit-ton-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-870911540322647368</id><published>2011-04-08T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:32:44.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LIFE AT THIS VERY MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know exactly what I want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And who I want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know exactly why I walk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And talk like a machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm now becoming my own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Self-fulfilled prophecy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no-oh!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- chorus of "Oh No!" by Marina and the Diamonds, which is still on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Andrew just stares at him for a moment, looking stupidly charmed by this, and then the next thing Jesse knows, he’s being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tackled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He falls backwards onto the couch and Andrew doesn’t even hesitate, just climbs on top of him, possessive, bearing down on him with every inch of his body. He kisses him again, bruising, sloppy, like he’s trying to purge them both of something, maybe of all this heartsickness they’ve put themselves through, and Jesse's head is spinning. Two minutes ago he was so sure that this was never going to happen, but Andrew's touching him with so much intent and suddenly Jesse can't find anything left in him that's afraid of this because he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knows&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;now, he knows what this is and he knows, all the way down to his shaking bones, that he's loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- part five of &lt;i&gt;Carry It in My Heart&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Robin_Pulaski, recently listened to by yours truly. Thank Gaga for the audio talents of one HuntsMonsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;THIS ASSHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh_c9PUV1A4/TZ6P1oW7vjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kte8fcTNWq4/s1600/can+i+just.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh_c9PUV1A4/TZ6P1oW7vjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kte8fcTNWq4/s320/can+i+just.png" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I GENUINELY DESPISE EVERYTHING YOU CHOOSE TO BE. GET OUT OF MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-870911540322647368?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/870911540322647368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-at-this-very-moment-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/870911540322647368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/870911540322647368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-at-this-very-moment-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh_c9PUV1A4/TZ6P1oW7vjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kte8fcTNWq4/s72-c/can+i+just.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-679617452387630552</id><published>2011-04-07T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:40:30.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post "Oh No!" by Marina and the Diamonds on facebook: 0 notifications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post same song on tumblr: 27 notes in five minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I have switched. Quality people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-679617452387630552?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/679617452387630552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-oh-no-by-marina-and-diamonds-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/679617452387630552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/679617452387630552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-oh-no-by-marina-and-diamonds-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-3330988770038209327</id><published>2011-04-07T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:29:26.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Cr-SqRWImmI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr-SqRWImmI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr-SqRWImmI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My past two serious song obsessions have been Marina and the Diamonds. WHY THE FUCKING FUCK WAS I NOT LISTENING TO HER SOONER. SHE IS THE ESSENCE OF EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am now regularly having dark phantasms about Mr. Joseph Mazzello III. Pixie and Awesome Cousin are concerned. I give no fucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-3330988770038209327?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3330988770038209327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-past-two-serious-song-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3330988770038209327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/3330988770038209327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-past-two-serious-song-obsessions.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681692966173490501.post-7006768800748657857</id><published>2011-04-04T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T02:45:01.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The open can of FourLoko in our fridge is illegal on so many levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am passionately in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With Joe Mazzello.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As Eugene Sledge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like, legit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got an OC planned and everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her name's a leftover from my bandom days but idgaf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also a little in love with a straight girl on my floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her name is Carrie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has freckles and a nose ring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's a hipster music major.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who likes Harry Potter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Pixie's birthday and SHE IS DA BOMB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Jane and I are legally married in some parts of the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleeping schedule is currently:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedtime: 4AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alarm clock: 1:30 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm reading about 12 gorgeous WIPs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna go dream about being a Marine's girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone help me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ruined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681692966173490501-7006768800748657857?l=autumnzubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7006768800748657857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-can-of-fourloko-in-our-fridge-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7006768800748657857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681692966173490501/posts/default/7006768800748657857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnzubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-can-of-fourloko-in-our-fridge-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn Zubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238895856278308223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t3tx7JhpXFU/SbRmTvlw7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zyBmA0TyeBs/S220/I+think+I+need+this+shirt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
