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<p>Hi my loves!</p>
<p>It's been a while, hasn't it? I guess I'll use the same excuse as everyone - life got busy. Too busy listening to Kelly Clarkson on repeat &amp; too busy eating a heart attack in a&nbsp;carton AKA Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream.</p>
<p>Nah, work really was busy, but the biggest lesson I've probably learnt in the past 9 months, is that you only have a limited amount of hours each day, so you better make sure a good portion of those hours are spent doing things that you love, and that are going to matter a year from now. That's a mistake I made - I spent more time being bitter and daydreaming about doing things I loved, then actually doing the.</p>
<p>One thing I love more then anything, is blogging and vlogging, so look at me go, writing up my very first official fashion post. And listening to Kelly Clarkson. While eating Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream.</p>
<p>I'll be posting a new video and blog linked to it every Wednesday, and then I'll be blogging every Monday as well. Make sure you share the shit out of my blog, and send any requests you want to me through my contact page <a href="http://devanrylee.com/contact/">here!</a></p>
<p>Anyways, here's a quick Outfit of the Day I did! It had just finished pouring, so me and Retta, my puppy, went for a quick stroll to do a lil filming. Enjoy! xo</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Shirt </strong>- American Eagle<br /><strong>Faux Leather Leggings</strong> - Ardenes<br /><strong>Necklace</strong> - H&amp;M<br /><strong>Shoes</strong> - AMI</p>
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<p><br />I wish that I blogged more.</p>
<p>I <em>always</em> say that, and I will continue to say that until I actually <strong>do</strong> something about it.</p>
<p>See, there's a little problem though. For me to blog, I have to be <strong>inspired</strong>.</p>
<p>The smallest things can inspire me. This time I was inspired while sitting on an airplane toilet while filing my nails (people don't actually pee in this things, <em>do they</em>?). I was sitting there thinking, <strong>man</strong>, I really hope I don't accidentally push the flush button and get sucked through the airplane, out of the toilet, to infinity and beyond. That's my biggest fear - <strong>being sucked out of an airplane toilet</strong>. I mean, I guess I have a few other fears as well. <em>Deep water</em>, because I can't swim. <em>Monsters</em> under my bed that survive off eating people's toes, because I feel like being toeless wouldn't be a good look for me. Not being able to do what I <em>love</em> in life/not being successful/not finding someone who <em>loves</em> me and is as adventurous and curious about the world as I am/the fear that I'll never wake up as a natural blonde and will have to deal with bad roots every two months for the rest of my life.. You know, <em>typical fears</em>.</p>
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<p>Every year, I write a blog near New Years, in hopes of <strong>bettering </strong>myself and the people around me - and this year I want to include <em>you</em> in on it.&nbsp;<br /><br />Yes, <strong>you</strong>.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Maybe we've been friends for years, in that case, hey, <em>thanks</em> for sticking around! Maybe we've met once and you simply only know me from my Facebook status's and blog posts, in that case, feel free to say<strong> hi</strong>! Lets grab coffee and exchange stories. I love re-meeting people that I've technically 'met' but have merely only scratched the surface with. Maybe you just stumbled across my page and dont even know who the <strong>hell </strong>I am, and in that case, I'm <strong>Devan</strong>, nice to meet you!<br /><br />Whoever you are, I'm going to <strong>challenge</strong> you to do something with me over the next year. You've already read this far, and there's no turning back now.</p>
<p>I challenge you to choose one fear to overcome and one goal to accomplish in the New Year. I can't set a limit on how <strong>many</strong> things you want to tackle, I can only give you this little piece of advice, don't choose so many that you <em>half ass</em> them and stress over getting them done. This is for <strong>YOU</strong>, no one else. They can be as big or as small as you decide. Make them at least <em>somewhat</em> realistic. By this I mean, if you don't have a job or any money, owning a 2013 Ferrari may not be realistic. Or, you can say fuck the police <em>and</em> Devan and go steal one and prove me wrong. I'm totally kidding. And you can not use this as a reference saying that I told you it was okay to steal it when you get caught! Something I have on my bucket list is '<strong>Be someone's Maid of Honor</strong>' - I can't MAKE one of my close girlfriends get married this year, so that one will just have to get crossed off when the time comes. Get where I'm going with this? Daydreaming is the most magical thing in the world, so daydream and pick something, anything! And you know what, It's not even wrong to be choose something unrealistic, just don't kill yourself trying to get there, or anyone else in the process - and make sure you rub it in<em> everyone's</em> face who told you you couldn't do it once you do.</p>
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<p>Next step? I want to <strong>hear </strong>what you're going to do! I don't care if what you're planning to do is far fetched or super simple -&nbsp;<em>I want to hear it</em>. Have me on <strong>Facebook</strong>? Send me a message! I don't bite, promise. And I'm not kidding, <em>whoever</em> you are, <strong>you</strong>, whoever's&nbsp;reading this, I want to know what you want to face and accomplish this next year! Don't want to leave your name? Thats what for formsprings for! Be annonymous as fuck if you want!</p>
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<p>I always find that when I tell someone im going to do something, I try so much harder, as though I don't want to let <strong>them</strong> down as well. And if you ever struggle along the way, here is my formal invatation, telling you to reach out to me, message me, give me a call, or if you can find another way of communication, use that (Just don't stalk me down at the mall or 7-11. That's just creepy!) I'm not willing to be your therapist, but sometimes an unbiased opinion is <em>exactly</em> what you need to succeed, and that, I would be more the happy to give you. The one thing I won't do is <strong>judge</strong>, I'm in not in the position to do that, and neither are you. ;)</p>
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<p><br />Since I'm asking you to tell me <strong>your</strong> deep dark dirty little secrets (ok, being afraid of toilet seats isn't exactly juicy gossip, but I do what I can) then I suppose it's only fair that I tell you what I intend to do in the next year. If you know me well, you'll know I have a bucket list that I hold dear to my heart and want to achieve everything on it someday. A few are things pulled from that. A few aren't. Either way, here's my list.<br />&nbsp;<br /><strong>01.)</strong> Drive to LA this summer.<br /><span style="text-align: center;"><strong>02.)</strong> Learn to snowboard.<br /><strong>03.)</strong> Get a personal trainer.<br /></span><strong>04.)</strong> Enroll back into dance classes.<br /><strong>05.)</strong> Make more eye contact with strangers.<br /><strong>06.)</strong> Teach Ryley how to shotgun.<br /><strong>07.)</strong>&nbsp;Blog more.<br /><strong>08.)</strong> Pay it forward.&nbsp;<br /><strong>09.)</strong> Be a sunshine girl (no judging!)<br /><strong>10.)</strong> Get a tattoo.<br /><strong>11.)</strong> Forgive, forget, let go, move on.<br /><strong>12.) </strong>Give life a chance again. &nbsp;<br /><strong>13.)</strong> Reconnect with old friends.<br /><strong>14.)</strong>&nbsp;Volunteer.<br /><strong>15.)</strong> Inspire someone.&nbsp;<br /><strong>16.)</strong>&nbsp;Send a letter I've been putting off for the past year.&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And <strong>just</strong> to prove that it's <em>possible.</em>. these are the things I crossed off my Bucket List this last year!</p>
<p><strong>-</strong> Go on Tour. (Went across the states with a Rockband. Dream come true!)<br /><strong>- </strong>Crash a Wedding. (In the most polite way possible)<br /><strong>-</strong> Go to the Calgary Tower. (Beautiful.)<br /><strong>- </strong>Trash a Hotel. (I don't think I'll be staying there anytime soon)<br /><strong>-</strong> Get 1,000 twitter followers. (You guys are AMAZING)<br /><strong>-</strong> Go to a Nude Beach. (Thank you to my awesome gf Shaka for joining me on this crazy adventure!)<br /><strong>-</strong> Go Ziplinning. (In Jamica. Unreal.)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span><span><strong>Until next time, keep dreaming, anything is possible.</strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">xoxo - Dev<br /><br /><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://devanrylee.com/storage/blog19.jpeg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1356327192453" alt="" /></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">While you're here, check out my new video, it's a <strong>VLOG</strong> and gives you a little bit of a glimpse into my life.. &lt;3</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />Hello lovers!</strong></p>
<p><strong>So</strong>, I haven't been around for a while. I hope you noticed and missed me. If you didn't, just lie and <em>pretend </em>that<em>&nbsp;</em>you did so I feel good about myself. <br /><br />I have <strong>so</strong> many summer updates that I can't wait to tell you about, but let's face the current facts, I have cookies baking in the oven right now, and, well, blogging <strong>vs.</strong>&nbsp;cookies.. take a wild guess at which one is going to win tonight.</p>
<p>BUT, I <em>promise</em> I'll have the cookies eaten in a few days (<strong>jk</strong>, they'll be gone by midnight tonight while I watch a sappy <strong>Zac Efron</strong> flick) and I'll be doing <em>tons</em> of fashion video's &amp; blogs &amp; vlogs, and update ya'll about the tour I was on for most of the summer. <strong>No</strong>, I didn't make it to Texas this summer. <strong>Yes</strong>, I still feel it's acceptable to say ya'll regardless.&nbsp;</p>
<p>So, without further adue (I've <em>always</em> wanted to say that) - here is my latest video! It's short, and sweet, and gives you a <strong>little</strong> bit of an update of what I've been up to, some amazing bronzing products thats going to make you look like a total<em> bombshell </em>this fall, and a <strong>GORGEOUS</strong> braclet giveaway. Check er' out!</p>
<p>All the products I mentioned are listed below! Talk to you guys &amp; dolls soon! <strong>xo</strong></p>
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<p>Ever wonder if what you're doing, is what you're <strong>supposed</strong> to be doing with your life?&nbsp;</p>
<p>I do.&nbsp;<strong>Everyday</strong>. Sometimes more then once a day. Sometimes I spend an entire day thinking about it.</p>
<p>Don't wonder. As good, or as bad as your life seems at the moment that you're reading this, it's how your life is&nbsp;<strong>supposed</strong> to be.</p>
<p>But alas, never get too content with <em>happiness</em>, or too stuck in <em>confusion</em>, because however you're feeling is only temporary. When life starts to spin out of control, you find <strong>balance</strong>, and when life seems balanced, life spins out of control. For some reason, even the most<em> </em>brilliant people in the world haven't been able to successfully solve a few of life's biggest mysteries.</p>
<p><strong>1.)</strong>&nbsp;Why we haven't caught <strong>Big Foot</strong> -&nbsp;He has such.. big feet, shouldn't his tracks of led us to him by now?<br /><strong>2.)</strong> Find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow<em>&nbsp;-</em>&nbsp;Leprechauns have tiny legs. Surely <em>someone</em> can outrun them.<br /><strong>3.)</strong> Make a pig fly - Birds fly. Breed a pig and a bird. <strong>Duh</strong>.<br /><strong>4.) Figure out life</strong>.</p>
<p>Maybe some things aren't meant to be captured, though. And maybe some things aren't meant to be figured out. (But <em>seriously</em>, how have they <strong>not </strong>found Big Foot yet?!)<br /><br />I moved to Toronto to figure out my life, and I think that's where I made the mistake. <strong>Life is meant to be</strong><strong> </strong><strong>lived -&nbsp;</strong><strong>not figured out</strong>. And while I was busy trying to figure it out, I think I forgot to live the past few months. Needless to say, I didn't accomplish what I came here for, but I did make some valuable realizations.</p>
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<p>I'm a <strong>wonderer</strong>, and a<em> wanderer</em>, and that's how I've <strong>always</strong> been. I've packed up my life and moved <em>so</em> many times, and I always claimed it was <strong>so</strong> easy to do - <em>and it always was</em>. I guess that's because I was young. It wasn't until I moved to Toronto that I really realized what I left behind this time around. My <strong>family</strong>. <em>Friendships</em>. The comfort of my <strong>bed</strong>. The <em>smell </em>of outside in the summertime. The <strong>familiarity</strong> of driving on the same roads and passing the same street signs on my ride home every day. All the things that I forgot to <em>appreciate</em>, because I saw them day after day, everyday. All the amazing, little moments in life that you've had the privilege of enjoying everyday, you start to take for granted. You start to <strong>expect </strong>them, instead of being&nbsp;<em>thankful</em> for them. You start to question whether the grass is greener on the other side. <strong>That's when you need to pack up and leave town for a bit to see if it really is.</strong>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-size: 150%;"><strong>Sometimes you don't know when you're taking the first step through a door until you're already inside. - Ann Voskamp<br /></strong></span></p>
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<p>The grass isn't any greener, nor any less green here. I mean, if you want to get all technical, there's not even a lot of grass in Toronto, it's mostly concrete. I left Edmonton because I felt like I had tackled everything that that I needed to there, and maybe Toronto has a little<strong> too</strong> much to tackle at this point in my life. I <strong>love </strong>the city. I love the <strong>sand</strong> between my toes while I lay on the beach, and I even love that my nose is <em>burnt</em> to a crisp right now. I love what I could possibly <em>accomplish</em> in this city, which is what I won't likely be able to do anywhere else in Canada. Some people say I belong here, and a part of me believes that. But, another part of me can't see myself having to spend <strong>$600</strong> everytime I want to see my family and friends, or drive <strong>4</strong> days. Maybe I was just meant to experience this city for a few months, maybe I was meant to stay here forever. But at this point in my life, I feel like I'm meant to continue to <em>wander</em>, so I've taken a job opportunity that will allow me to do that for the month of July. After that, who knows? Visit Zimbabawa is on the bucket list, think they'll have a job for a tiny blonde girl with big <strong>dreams</strong>, and a bigger <em>imagination</em>?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">Not all that glitters is gold, not all those who wander are lost.</span></strong></p>
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<p>The one thing that I've noticed a lot the past couple years, is constant <strong>questioning</strong> from people. I alway felt that people perceived me as someone I'm not, based soley off what I <strong>do</strong>, how I <em>say</em> things, facebook pictures, other social media, etc. I always felt like I had to <em>defend</em> myself, to prove that I <strong>wasn't</strong> the person they thought I was. I was wrong, though. All that <strong>shit</strong> you think I am - you're <em>probably</em> right. The difference is, is that there's so much <em>more</em> to me the <strong>JUST</strong> that. I find myself trying to <strong>downplay </strong>my life, hoping people don't <em>hate</em> me just because I've got to experience some pretty <strong>amazing</strong> things. <strong>Fuck that</strong>. My life is an <strong>absolutely</strong>, <em>amazing</em>, <strong>beautiful</strong>, <strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><em>mess</em></span></strong>. Everything I do blows up in my face. The harder I <strong>try</strong>, the greater I<em> fail</em>, as soon as I take one step forward, I instantly end up taking <strong>5</strong> steps back - and as much as I <strong>wish</strong> things would work out every once in a while, I would not change the course of my life for anything in the world. I've never been handed something, I've had to <strong>kick </strong>and <em>scream</em> and <strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">prove</span></em></strong> myself more then anyone ever should ever have to, to get to where I am today. But having to work my ass off for all that I've gotten, has made me such a sympathetic, understanding, and loving human being - and the fact that I can wake up each morning and <strong>know</strong> that I am a damn <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">good</span>, <strong>great</strong> person, means that not a <em>single</em> second in the last 6 years of working my ass off with my career, friendships and relationships, has been a waste.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.&nbsp;</span><br />&nbsp;</strong></p>
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<p>I'm almost <strong>25</strong>. This just hit me today. I'm pretty sure yesterday I was <strong>19</strong> and graduating from college.&nbsp;Sometimes I wonder where I'd be if if I had chosen a different path, but life's not meant to be rewound and debated, because while you're wasting time daydreaming about the past, life is passsing you by and moving forward -<em> with or without you</em>. That being said, make moments <strong>count</strong>. <em>Never</em> waste your time on people who wouldn't waste their time on you.<strong> Fall in love</strong>, <em>fall out of love</em>, and <span style="text-decoration: underline;">let nothing damage your spirit</span>. Instead of trying to figure out things that have been <strong>said</strong> and <em>done</em>, or things that haven't happened yet,<strong> just live</strong> - you'll figure out what you're meant to along the way.&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">Wither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whicever way it goes, I will follow it. - Hermann Hesse</span><br />&nbsp;</strong></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>So</strong>, I have some exciting news..</span></p>]]></summary></entry><entry><title>I know there'll come a time again, when everything will fit right in, and I won't have to see your face, in strangers on the street.</title><id>http://devanrylee.com/index/2012/2/2/i-know-therell-come-a-time-again-when-everything-will-fit-ri.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://devanrylee.com/index/2012/2/2/i-know-therell-come-a-time-again-when-everything-will-fit-ri.html"/><author><name>Devan Rylee</name></author><published>2012-02-02T23:47:19Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:47:19Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span>&nbsp;</span></span></p>
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<p>I died my hair <strong>purple</strong>.</p>
<p>No, really, I did.</p>
<p>Not on purpose though.<strong> That,</strong> would be cool, and trendy and maybe even <em>cute</em>.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>It's <strong>midnight</strong>, and just now it dawned on me, I want to update my blog <strong>AND</strong> I want to have a bath.</p>
<p>I'd like to think of myself as the <strong>ultimate</strong> mutiltasker, and really, I couldn't decide what I wanted to do more, <em>sooo</em>, I'm currently running my bath water, and going to write up a quick blog while I wait. :)</p>]]></summary></entry><entry><title>hold me just a little tighter when they’re playing our song, make me smile when my night has gone wrong.</title><id>http://devanrylee.com/index/2011/12/19/hold-me-just-a-little-tighter-when-theyre-playing-our-song-m.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://devanrylee.com/index/2011/12/19/hold-me-just-a-little-tighter-when-theyre-playing-our-song-m.html"/><author><name>Devan Rylee</name></author><published>2011-12-20T04:30:42Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:30:42Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 500px;" src="http://devanrylee.com/storage/blog.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1324443376195" alt="" /></p>
<p>Sometimes I wonder why I never became an <strong>actor</strong>.</p>
<p>I can smile when I'm sad, burp half the alphabet, screech like a monkey and I have this uncanny ability to <strong>always</strong> win at rock, paper, scissors. Plus, I can put Kate Hudson in <strong>'How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days'</strong> to shame - I can lose one in less then 7 days..</p>
<p><strong>Be an actor.</strong> Maybe I'll add that to my Bucket List. Or my New Years Resolution List. Or my To Do List. Or my Grocery List. My life has officially become a mess of jot notes, plans, dreams, and lists written on torn up, half soaked starbucks paper napkins.</p>
<p>I just rolled back into town from my vacation to <strong>Jamaica</strong>. I'm not using the word '<em>rolled</em>' in a gangster, Snoop Dogg kinda way. When I say rolled, I literally mean I had to roll myself off the plane after a week of all inclusive food and drinks. I <strong>never</strong> want to see an all you can eat buffet again.</p>
<p>Just kiddinggg! Tomorrow I'll be ready to stuff my face 15 times a day again. Okay, I'm exaggerating, I only ate about 8 times a day there.</p>
<p>Before I went on vacation, I was contacted to do an interview with an up and coming country singer, <strong>Kira Isabella</strong>.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I didn't know much about her, so I started doing some research and was blown away by her and how much she's been doing the last year, at only 18.</p>
<p>I'm trying to rememeber when I was 18. What did I even <strong>do </strong>in my free time? Was I still playing with Barbies and daydreaming about the day that the stars would collide and me and Nick Carter would finally end up together?</p>
<p>I hope not. About the Barbie thing, I mean. I'm still holding out for Nick.</p>
<p>Anyways, Kira was <strong>super </strong>sweet and down to earth. I <strong>love</strong> seeing talented people become successfull and not be phased or damaged by all the craziness that can come with the music industry. She was well spoken, and well rounded and very <em>refreshing</em>. I can't wait to follow her success and see what she accomplishes the next year, I can honestly say I know I'm going to be seeing a lot more of her around in the new year!</p>
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<p>Kira will be featured on CMT's Christmas Special "<strong>Gift Of Giving</strong>" with some other amazing country artists as well. Definitely check it out on one of these days! As well, her song "<strong>Country Boy for Christmas</strong>" will be featured on the CMT compliation Christmas C.D.</p>
<p>I have it. I dig it. Then again, I listen to Christmas songs and the Aladdin soundtrack year round.</p>
<p>Okay. Back to <em>daydreaming</em> about Nick Carter...</p>
<p><strong>CMT Airdates:</strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Saturday, December 3 at 9am ET/6PT, 1pm ET/10PT and 10pm ET/7PT<br />Sunday, December 4 at 7pm ET/4PT<br />Tuesday, December 6 at 6pm ET/3PT and 11pm ET/8PT<br />Friday, December 9 at 9pm ET/6PT<br />Sunday, December 11 at 10pm ET/7PT<br />Thursday, December 15 at 8pm ET/5PT and 12am ET/9PT<br />Friday, December 16 at 1am ET/10PT<br />Saturday, December 17 at 9am ET/6PT<br />Sunday, December 18 at 10am ET/7PT<br />Monday, December 19 at 4pm ET/1PT<br />Thursday, December 22 at 11pm ET/8 PT<br />Friday, December 23 at 7pm ET/4 PT<br />Saturday, December 24 at 8pm ET/5PT<br />Sunday, December 25 at 7pm ET/4PT<br /><br /></span><strong>OWN Airdates:</strong><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sunday, December 18 at 2pm ET/11PT<br />Tuesday, December 20 at 9pm ET/6PT<br /><br /></span><strong>W Network Airdate:</strong><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Saturday, December 10 at 1pm ET/10PT<br /><br /></span><strong>YTV Airdates:</strong><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Monday, December 19 at 10pm ET/7PT<br />Saturday, December 24 at 11pm ET/8PT</span>&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Until next time,&nbsp;</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>D Rylee.</em></p>
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<strong>(Recap from my Calgary Stampede advanture's!!)</strong>


It's day... I don't even know <em>what</em> day of Stampede it is.
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I somehow have managed to blame this on the fact that all the deep fried food I've been eating is <strong>likely</strong> soaking into my brain and killing brain cells. I also blame this on the fact that I'm staying in an <strong>attic</strong> for all of stampede and it always appears to be night time in the attic, therefore my days are a little messed up.
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Okay, it's not <em>exactly</em> an attic that I'm staying in. I'm staying at my publicists cute apartment downtown Calgary, but just because it's <strong>cute</strong>, doesn't mean that it's not plus 40 degrees at any given moment in the entire place, or that it has proper lighting, or that it doesn't feel like what I'd <strong>assume</strong> at attic would feel like. Minus that pink itchy insulation that my attic at home is filled with.
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I decided to be a nice person and buy Jen a present for letting me stay for so long. (I also made her dinner every night and gourmet tuna sandwiches for weekend snacks - <strong>just sayin'</strong>)
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A fan seemed like a <em>pretty</em> suitable present.
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It hasn't been turned off since I bought it, and we sleep with it blowing on our faces at night.
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Yes, this is <strong>exactly</strong> what I imagine an attic to be like.
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I had an interview with country sensation <strong>Aaron Pritchett</strong> today. Country sensation sounds so cliche and a litle corny, but he sings country, and he's a sensation, so.. work with me here.
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We made our way to the <em>dirtayy</em> north of Calgary without getting lost and met up with Aaron at the restaurant of the hotel he was staying at - after talking to him, I actually realized that I know his son, Jordan, who's in the band Faber Drive. How I didn't link the last name together before beats me! Small world!
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He hooked us up with passes for his show at Nashville North that night (which means we got to skip the 6 hour lineup for the show - <em>Thank you</em>!)
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The show was <strong>unreal</strong>. Great crowd, vibe, and performance. Aaron gave me and Jen shoutouts throughout the show which was pretty rad of him, and then we all hung out for a bit after the show.
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Earlier, during the interview, I had asked him '<strong>do you have any hidden talents?</strong>' - he couldn't think of anything on the spot, so he said that he'd rack his brain and answer it after the show.
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After spending an hour trying to hunt down glass beer bottles for his hidden talent (who would of known there's absolutely <strong>no</strong> glass allowed at the stampede grounds) we were able to see what his hidden talent <em>really</em> is.. and well, you'll have to watch the video to see what happens. <strong>;)</strong>
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<p>And then, me and Jen went home to our fan.</p>
<p>xo</p>
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I go to carnivals for <em><strong>three</strong></em> reasons.
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<strong>1.) </strong>Going on rides that make people with weak stomachs puke.
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<strong>2.) </strong>Eating deep fried twinkles until I feel like I'm going to puke.
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<strong>3.) </strong>Checking out the sweet music performances that end up on the weeklong setlist.
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This year, as usual, I didn't break <em>any</em> traditions. It's always bittersweet when Stampede ends, real life usually isn't <strong>quiiiite</strong> as fun as Stampede life - however if I ate one more mini donut, my butt was going to start resembling one.
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First interview of Stampede was <strong>State of Shock</strong>.
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I met the band years ago when they were opening for a friends band, they were really sweet then, and just as sweet when I met them this time. I've always dug and respected their catchy rock music, and they just released a new album so I figured, what better time to talk to them about that.. and <strong>deep fried koolaid</strong> - which we later found out <strong>yes</strong>, does exist, and <em>no</em>, we couldn't find it anywhere at stampede... even though me &amp; Jen dedicated half a day to looking for it.
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The sun was super <em>bright</em> that day, which means I turn into a ghost halfway through the interview, and the weird music in the background was courtesy of some opera singer <em>wailing</em> away, but the guys gave a <strong>great</strong> interview nonetheless, can't wait to see what this group does next!
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<p style="text-align: center;">xoxo,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Devan</em></p>
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