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    <lastBuildDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 20:55:06 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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      <title>Questions on a new year</title>
      <link>http://itseemslikelately.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 02:52:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I've been trying so hard to figure out how this year is going to go down. It's not really settling into any particular pattern and I can't help but to wonder what it is going to make this year.
I stopped missing you. Which is weird. I thought things would be different with us, different then every other time. But they aren't. I'm not happy about it, but I'm getting more used to the idea that things aren't going to go back to the way they were. I missed you for weeks, but I'm through with it. That ship has sailed. I wish we'd done things differently, but we didn't and I guess I'm alright with... (more)</description>
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      <title>Drivers Ed</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 05:27:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   I feel like lately everything has been a perpetual roadblock.
   I keep trying to find some sort of a path, some way to find myself.
   That's the real problem.
   I seem to have misplaced Jordan.
 
   I quit theatre. I'm being forced to give up some of my dance classes. I've been away from school friends. I've been away from my family. I've even been away from my church family for pieces of time.
   I don't feel like myself and I don't know why.
   I guess it was after NTC#3 that I realized I wasn't getting joy out of the same things I had been for the past 16 years of my life.
  ... (more)</description>
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      <title>Experience</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 03:10:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   I have honestly had a very hard time this week.
   Despite how much I truly love my church friends, we have turned into more then just one-day-a-week pals. We are family.
   And being a family means having a few fights. This week has opened my eyes to that phenomenon. I'm so so so so SO tired of all the drama that's been going on. 
   It's hard for me to plaster on that smile in the mornings, especially the last couple of days. 
   I don't know if it's all the togetherness or if things wold be this chaotic just at home. However I'm not enjoying it.
   I'm glad to be going home... (more)</description>
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      <title>God Tears</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 01:23:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   As it was misty almost raining this morning Erika said to me, &quot;It's like God can't decide whether or not to cry.&quot;
   Why do we relate rain to tears? 
 
   Personally I like rain, to me its like a clean slate. Rain washes away all the heat and all the mess of the day. 
   In a way, it makes sense to call rain &quot;God Tears&quot;. God tears sounds better to me than percipitation.  It's goes back to the metaphorically crying of God to make things fresh for us. I think I like that idea. Maybe they're sad tears, maybe sometimes they're even happy tears, but nevertheless they are tears.
   So when... (more)</description>
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      <title>Roller Coaster</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:07:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   I've found that life is a giant rollercoaster. It's ups and downs hit when you least expect them. You go up and up and you're on top of everything. You feel like no one can touch you. That you're absolutely invincable. That nothing in the world can go wrong.
   But then you start to fall and you go and go until you feel like you can't do anything to stop it. Everything comes crashing down around you. You try to put it back together but you've lost all control. Those are the hard days.
   The thing about roller coasters is that they always go back up. The just keep going up and down. And... (more)</description>
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      <title>The novacaine of feelings.</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:40:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   I've always felt that indifference is the worst feeling you can have. Anger, hatred, despair, any emotion at all towards anything is better then indifference. I especially feel this way towards feelings about people. Being indifferent about a person, is even worse then backstabbing, then hating them, then spreading gossip. 
   Because when you're indifferent. You just don't care. You don't feel anything.
   To me, indiffence is like novacaine. You're numb to any sort of emotion. 
   Indifference is like not having any opinion. And having no opinion is like asking someone to make up your... (more)</description>
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      <title>Mondays</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 21:00:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   I find Mondays absolutely migrane inducing. It's like every Monday is the beginning to some fabulous new chapter in my life, and every Monday I fall short of that expectation.
   I find it ridiclous that something as inane as a day of the week has become synonomous with hell. Mondays, oh, those are always hellishly bad days. Tomorrow is Monday? Oh, why even bother waking up? Monday, ugh, I detest Mondays.
   Lately every single day has felt like a Monday. It takes more and more strength to actually drag my sorry behind out of bed in the mornings. School has become that place I've only... (more)</description>
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      <title>Chameleon</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:29:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>For as long as I can remember my mother has complained about how her mother turned into her mother and how one day she would trun into my grandmother, which could only mean that one day, I would be my mother. 
What a scary thought.
 
So for as long as I can remember I've been saying,&quot;The very last thing I want is to grow up and be my mother.&quot;
It just seemed natural for me to fear becoming my mother.
 
However, the more and more I watch her and the older I get, it seems like maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The typical everyday housewife. The unsung hero of the world. The unrecognized... (more)</description>
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      <title>Directions</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:46:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I've been in a moody sort of mood lately
 
 
I can't pick or choose how I feel. I wake up one way, and if I don't like it, well the too damn bad because no matter how hard I try to change it, I can't.
 
I'm sort of adrift right now. I've been musing over what it is I'm going to do with my life and my time.
I haven't found an answer yet. 
I feel like I'm going a million directions and once, and at the same time, not going anywhere.
It's not a feeling I'm used to.
This lack of a plan is getting to me.</description>
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