<?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-2383131750806535127</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:34:04.733-07:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='ex'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='bmi'/><category term='teryy brooks'/><category term='exes'/><category term='spoiled'/><category term='new'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='cheap astringent'/><category term='cute'/><category term='middle school'/><category term='working out'/><category term='bonnaroo'/><category term='120 palette'/><category term='job'/><category term='weight gain'/><category term='princesses'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='astringent'/><category term='anastasia'/><category term='secret of nimh'/><category term='one-stroke painting'/><category term='horton hears a who'/><category term='eyeshadow'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='the elves of cintra'/><category term='terry brooks'/><category term='exchange'/><category term='work'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='kids'/><category term='pancakes from scratch'/><category term='notes'/><category term='voting'/><category term='spoiling kids'/><category term='second chances'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='reality'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='excercise'/><category term='shannara'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='all dogs go to heaven'/><category term='graphic novel'/><category term='hayley wiliams'/><category term='chemistry'/><category term='bools'/><category term='beauties factory'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='amateur painter'/><category term='cookbooks'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='diet'/><category term='resident evil 4'/><category term='dieting'/><category term='goddaughter'/><category term='animated'/><category term='phone numbers'/><category term='texas'/><category term='boo&apos;ya moon'/><category term='belief'/><category term='baby'/><category term='summer school'/><category term='inside and out'/><category term='up'/><category term='ferngully'/><category term='speech'/><category term='raising children'/><category term='vlogs'/><category term='Donna Dewberry'/><category term='bioterrorism'/><category term='california'/><category term='bones'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='love'/><category term='minutemeals'/><category term='painting'/><category term='cemetray'/><category term='breaking up'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='microbiology'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='down'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='el paso'/><category term='poem'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='metallica'/><category term='ebay'/><category term='scribbled'/><category term='best astringent'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='moving away'/><category term='apple cider vinegar'/><category term='hope'/><category term='lisey&apos;s story'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='face primer'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='memories'/><category term='oragami'/><category term='junior high'/><category term='discussions'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='monista chafing relief powder gel'/><category term='driving'/><category term='janice dickinson'/><category term='pounds'/><category term='theory'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='children'/><category term='stephen king'/><category term='gourmet meals'/><category term='beauty tip'/><category term='target'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='troll in central park'/><category term='period'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='tip'/><category term='life'/><category term='face wash'/><category term='parents'/><category term='thumbelina'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='running'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='food'/><category term='eating'/><category term='disneyland'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='running away'/><category term='monthly'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='writing'/><category term='snow'/><category term='denny&apos;s'/><category term='southland'/><category term='video blog'/><category term='toner'/><category term='problem'/><category term='fathers'/><category term='happily ever after'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>Reading. Cooking. Make-up. And everything in between.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-2637402913642500325</id><published>2012-02-05T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:24:37.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-stroke painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amateur painter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Dewberry'/><title type='text'>Very amateur painter</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, around 13, I watched a few episodes of One-Stroke painting on PBS. She made it seem so simple. Just a few strokes and you'd created something quite beautiful. So started my love affair with painting. It is relatively simple to do, but at 13 it was a bit complicated. My mom bought me some paints and brushes and I began to practice. My first tries were not even fridge worthy. They looked like painted stick figures. But I remained persistent and I kept practicing. It took me a good three years to finally paint something worthy of hanging on our wall. My mom has hung up several of them around the house and has even given a few away to some friends as gifts. When I started college, I had stopped painting for a while because of lack of time. I picked up a brush again a few months ago and found that thanks to muscle memory, I hadn't lost my touch.&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/-YXZrfEvnyXE/Ty9irvMvxpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mI42qbejOJs/s1600/one-stroke.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXZrfEvnyXE/Ty9irvMvxpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mI42qbejOJs/s640/one-stroke.png" width="603" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going for abstract flowers kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too hard to learn how to One-Stroke paint. There are plenty of videos on youtube you can learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to start painting more than just one-stroke. To branch out and see what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-2637402913642500325?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/2637402913642500325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=2637402913642500325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2637402913642500325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2637402913642500325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2012/02/very-amateur-painter.html' title='Very amateur painter'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXZrfEvnyXE/Ty9irvMvxpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mI42qbejOJs/s72-c/one-stroke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-1708065911600049793</id><published>2012-02-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:54:22.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes from scratch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Pancakes kind of day</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning with a big hankering for pancakes. I sauntered over to the kitchen to make some and found that we were out of pancake mix! What a travesty! That shouldn't even be allowed... but so began my quest for a recipe for pancakes from scratch (as well as how to create the universe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,194,151183-227198,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;This looked promising&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had found a very good one before but couldn't find it again and since I was starving, decided to settle for the one shown above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 12 year old baking powder though. Why it hasn't been thrown out is beyond me. I decided to use baking soda, which was questionable itself. According to Google, a third of baking soda is required to substitute for baking powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out quite good, as can be seen below. They seemed to be missing a little something though...but once you poured on the maple syrup, all was right with the world.&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/-__0TP-cif9M/Ty4RxS8AHOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y7nSPL41tV0/s1600/IMG_6521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__0TP-cif9M/Ty4RxS8AHOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y7nSPL41tV0/s640/IMG_6521.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, that largest to smallest spiral effect they have going on was NOT done on purpose &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just the way they happened to come out of the pan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And because I had blueberries and I kinda love them, I made a few with some berries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzvPwU_OHg/Ty4S_Y7MKGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Wo2AesC2nao/s1600/IMG_6526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzvPwU_OHg/Ty4S_Y7MKGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Wo2AesC2nao/s640/IMG_6526.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So ends my adventures in breakfast making for the time being. If you've never tried making pancakes from scratch, I highly recommend. It's relatively simple and a lot more satisfying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-1708065911600049793?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/1708065911600049793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=1708065911600049793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/1708065911600049793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/1708065911600049793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2012/02/pancakes-kind-of-day.html' title='Pancakes kind of day'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__0TP-cif9M/Ty4RxS8AHOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y7nSPL41tV0/s72-c/IMG_6521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-3084679589187187619</id><published>2012-02-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:17:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>I was randomly browsing my journal the other day and came upon this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunday, June 5, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to UC Davis. I stayed. Because it was safe. Because it was comfortable. Because I chickened out. So much changes in a year and yet so much stays the same. I'm still vying for the heart of a boy who I'm almost 100% positive no longer wants me. But it's that almost that keeps me back, that almost that makes me think there may still be a chance. So I stick around. I joke, I make bets and keep agreeing to his crazy ideas because like he said, it may be the last time I get to say yes. Because I keep thinking that this time, it's ME that needs a second chance. And it's that small ounce of hope, like when he says he has to take advantage because I never talk to him, that keeps me around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I'm still vying for the heart of a boy who I'm almost 100% positive no longer wants me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line. To me, it's one of the best things I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no recollection of writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-3084679589187187619?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/3084679589187187619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=3084679589187187619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3084679589187187619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3084679589187187619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2012/02/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-7520506976041712661</id><published>2009-11-01T23:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:46:13.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddaughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Grizzy on Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a very long time. I don't know how I managed 11,000 views, but when you've been gone for so long, I guess it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with my bf in June. The day before I turned 21. When that happened, I just lost most of the enthusiasm I had for writing. Mostly because he'd been my inspiration to write in the first place. It's been a very slow going process, but I think I've dealt with it pretty good. Every day gets easier, and I've found that every day I think of him a little less. It's still a little hard though. Especially since he left without so much as saying good bye. And it's hard when everything reminds you of him. Like motorcycles. And Linkin Park, and All American Rejects, and WoW, and techno music and Cinemark and almost everything else. But enough about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been keeping me pretty busy, and since my scholarship requires that I keep at least a 3.5 GPA, I'm having to work extra hard this semester so it doesn't drop below that. It's very time consuming, but not impossible. Actually, I noticed that if I had worked this hard all three years before, I could have had a 4.0, but I get lazy and I hate studying and the only reason I'm doing it now is because I have to. I also got a job. I will be working in a lab as soon as I find a professor that has room for me. As far as first jobs go, this one isn't too bad. I'll get paid $10 an hour, and I can work a maximum of 19 hours and a minimum of 0 =D I don't have a set schedule, I just go in whenever I can. I think it'll be good, I like doing lab work, so it shouldn't be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goddaughter was born on October 29, 2009. She's the tiniest thing I've ever seen and the only baby I've been able to hold for longer than 10 minutes without crying. Her dad says it's cause she recognizes my voice, and she should I spent almost every day with her mom during the summer and at least once a week once school started. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/Su5_zHozu8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EoyOLbT2aYc/s1600-h/CIMG3937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/Su5_zHozu8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EoyOLbT2aYc/s400/CIMG3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399393519464070082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's see... what else? Yesterday I finally did something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I went to a cemetery for Halloween. We had to sneak in since it was closed and since it's a really popular place for Halloween it's usually closed, and there was security, but we went undetected. It was pretty creepy. At one point, me and my friend both heard a very loud exhale coming from behind us, but of course there was nothing there. It had us freaked out for a good while, but we walked around for about 30 minutes without any more incidents, well not as noticeable as that one. Whenever we heard something we would always try to rationalize the sound, but there was no way to rationalize that breathing sound. And I should get props for jumping a wall in a dress haha. We had gone to a Sweet Sixteen, so we were both dressed pretty nice, but he gave me a boost when I was getting over the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I will try to update more, when I have the time, IF I have the time. I had forgotten how therapeutic it could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-7520506976041712661?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/7520506976041712661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=7520506976041712661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7520506976041712661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7520506976041712661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/11/grizzy-on-hiatus.html' title='Grizzy on Hiatus'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/Su5_zHozu8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EoyOLbT2aYc/s72-c/CIMG3937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-4087278740885523033</id><published>2009-04-23T22:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:42:37.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bioterrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the elves of cintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Up/Down</title><content type='html'>Up:&lt;br /&gt;- Finally going running after talking about doing it for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;- Going to the library and finding The Elves of Cintra available.&lt;br /&gt;- Finishing my part of our presentation on bioterrorism for PMG (prokaryotic molecular genetics).&lt;br /&gt;- Getting Bones, Grey's Anatomy and Southland all in one day. &lt;br /&gt;- Going to my last organic lab class and realizing how close this sememster is to ending.&lt;br /&gt;- My brother being home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down:&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a cramp about a block into running... Because I haven't worked out in about a month and not stretching because I wanted to go before it got even hotter.&lt;br /&gt;- Realizing I might have to appeal my scholarship because my GPA might drop below a 3.5 &lt;br /&gt;- STILL not having resolved issues with my boyfriend, and having to wait until Wednesday on his only day off.&lt;br /&gt;- Being home, alone, for about 75% of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-4087278740885523033?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/4087278740885523033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=4087278740885523033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4087278740885523033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4087278740885523033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/04/updown.html' title='Up/Down'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-543247639021034269</id><published>2009-04-08T22:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:06:42.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret of nimh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happily ever after'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumbelina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troll in central park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all dogs go to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anastasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferngully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princesses'/><title type='text'>Oh the nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>I was mindlessly sifting through the many videos that make up youtube, and some how came upon a non-disney princesses video collage thing, and it reminded me of all these great old animated movies that I'd totally forgotten about. Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A TROLL IN CENTRAL PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSYw-Qh5ul4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSYw-Qh5ul4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to LOVE this movie, and I haven't seen it in ages. Oh the beauty of youtube, I'm gonna try to watch it before it gets flagged for copyright infringement. If you're interested, here's the rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=mormonman3212&amp;amp;view=videos&amp;amp;query=troll"&gt;Click for movie!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what about all the REST of the great non-disney animate movies?&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCLV0__2r9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCLV0__2r9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, remember this one? The alternative, non-disney Snow White movie? Even though it's after...but still. I always thought of it as the other Snow White Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=LondonParis18&amp;amp;view=videos&amp;amp;query=happily"&gt;Here's the rest of this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there's Thumbelina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gnGs9eU90s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gnGs9eU90s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0F4DFFEBEB2A0C8E"&gt;Wee! Free movies!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And who could forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FernGully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/7A85B82E960453A8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/7A85B82E960453A8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=7A85B82E960453A8"&gt;Clickety click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/mIKKYRWL-Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/mIKKYRWL-Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;All Dogs Go to Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIKKYRWL-Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIKKYRWL-Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last but not least, Anastasia, whose embedding was disabled :( but you can find the movie &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=AnastasiaRomanov1997&amp;amp;view=videos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody else remember these movies? Did I leave out one of your favorite animated non-disney movie? Another one I always really like too, was the Secret of NIMH. Damn, that was a hardcore movie for little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of maybe buying all of these on DVD if they have them, they'd be a great addition to my collection, and so maybe one day, my kids will watch them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-543247639021034269?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/543247639021034269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=543247639021034269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/543247639021034269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/543247639021034269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-nostalgia.html' title='Oh the nostalgia...'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-4841181990347356108</id><published>2009-04-05T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:56:01.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monista chafing relief powder gel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face primer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>That's not what you think it's for...</title><content type='html'>You know when you go to Wal-Mart to buy an updated supply of um...ahem...feminine products? And you know people are staring at your basket, and they see it, and they just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know?&lt;/span&gt; Well, the other day I went to Target (so much less crowded than Wal-Mart) and bought: Monistat Chafing Relief Powder Gel. Yeah... I would have bought it online and saved myself the embarrasment but I'm really trying to save some money and decided I could avoid the extra cost of drugstore.com plus shipping and just pay about $6 for it. The thing is, yeah it's from Monistat, and we all know what their products are for, but I wasn't buying it for that. I've heard it's a good face primer and decided I wanted to try it out. The worst part was checking out because you know the cashier noticed it, and probably thinks it's gonna be used for its intended purpose, but I think if I had just randomly blurted out "It's actually for my face," I would've seemed a lot weirder than I alredy did. And yes, we all have to make monthly trips to the drugstore for our womanly parts, but all women go through that. We all have to buy them at some point, so it's not as embarrassing because I know everyone has had to buy tampons and pad at some point. But not everyone had needed to buy chafing relief gel. And technically, I didn't really buy it for the reason you're supposed to. Oh jeez, this has just been one big awkward experience. I probably shouldn't advertise it either, but oh well =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-4841181990347356108?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/4841181990347356108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=4841181990347356108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4841181990347356108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4841181990347356108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-not-what-you-think-its-for.html' title='That&apos;s not what you think it&apos;s for...'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-7437683007452962839</id><published>2009-03-31T14:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:48:09.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='120 palette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayley wiliams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyeshadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauties factory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap astringent'/><title type='text'>My  120 Palette</title><content type='html'>I probably should've written this about a month ago when I received it, like when I made the video, but unfortunately, I didn't really have the time till now. Anyway! For those of you that don't know what the 120 palette is, it's this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 336px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's an eyeshadow palette of 120 colors that are highly pigmented. I didn't do swatches because there's already so many out there. Anyway, it comes in a case and they are stacked one on top of the other. If you want to see the packaging, you can watch the video, I open it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CC7Y-iPyDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CC7Y-iPyDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like I said, there were only two colors that were damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was just chipped, so it can still be used, unfortunately the other color was really broken, and even though I tried pressing it down, it was too soft for it to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 292px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it had to be thrown out. You can get insurance, in case this happens, and I did have it, but didn't feel one color was worth it to send it all the way back. This is a very good tool to have if you don't really have a lot of money, because they do run at about only $30. They are very highly pigmented, and if you're barely starting out, this is something that offers a wide range of colors if you don't really know what colors you like yet. The only downside is that they are incredibly soft, so they are a bit fragile and there tends to be a lot of fallout. But for the price and for the number of colors, I would recommend this for anyone looking to expand their make up collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in buying it, you can go to ebay and just type "120 palette" and you'll get many results. Don't be scared if all the sellers are from Chinea, that's where I bought mine from. The actual seller I bought it from was Beauties Factory, and you can access their ebay store here http://myworld.ebay.com/beauties_factory/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Hayley Williams (Paramore) look I tired using this palette.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SdKNxGZs8VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0ii4XjPCqhM/s1600-h/CIMG1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SdKNxGZs8VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0ii4XjPCqhM/s320/CIMG1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469984549499218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SdKNBlBINII/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q7pSbG8uXnE/s1600-h/CIMG1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SdKNBlBINII/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q7pSbG8uXnE/s320/CIMG1638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469168134206594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for reading and watching, hope this was in some was helpful.&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/2383131750806535127-7437683007452962839?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/7437683007452962839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=7437683007452962839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7437683007452962839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7437683007452962839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-120-palette.html' title='My  120 Palette'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SdKNxGZs8VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0ii4XjPCqhM/s72-c/CIMG1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-698330381820191794</id><published>2009-02-23T13:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:49:36.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astringent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple cider vinegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janice dickinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best astringent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap astringent'/><title type='text'>Beauty Tip: Cheap Astringent</title><content type='html'>If you're looking for something that's very cheap, yet very effective, I would highly recommend Apple Cider Vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 519px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/CIMG1683.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can also be used as a toner, since they're basically the same thing, it helps tone your skin. You can get this at any grocery store, and since they are all essentially the same, you can get the cheap generic brand. You don't need to use a lot, either, a very small amount on a cotton ball is enough for the whole face. Be careful with over using it though, or starting out using it 2 times  a day, because it can dry your skin out. I would recommend starting out using it only once a day and then working up to twice a day, just like any other toner or astringent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yC-_AGAJ7Tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yC-_AGAJ7Tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-698330381820191794?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/698330381820191794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=698330381820191794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/698330381820191794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/698330381820191794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2009/02/beauty-tip-cheap-astringent.html' title='Beauty Tip: Cheap Astringent'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-6045318700022329115</id><published>2008-12-13T22:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:46:56.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Whay am I beautiful?</title><content type='html'>This was started on Xanga (yes, I have a blog ther too), where a blogger told women to post a blog about what makes them beautiful. Here was my entry. (And it would be awesome if anyone who read this, posted their own blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What makes me beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my inner child will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x2f.xanga.com/34df004a14d32224560685/b176452185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG1010" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://x2f.xanga.com/34df004a14d32224560685/m176452185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Minnie and Mickey at age 20 still held the same awe and magic it did when I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a complete dork with the people I love the most in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xe9.xanga.com/c33f034a29432224560892/b176452349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG0530" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe9.xanga.com/c33f034a29432224560892/z176452349.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They understand me better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being really unique, because what other girl likes to play with spiders? &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/grizzy13/e3091224558092/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="spider" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe3.xanga.com/091f045425032224558092/z176449917.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to overcome my awkwardness from high school. I was the nerd with straight A's who graduated third of her class, who never really knew how to act around boys and that felt like she had no idea the kind of person she wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;But now, knowing I can walk into a place, head held high, like I own the place,&lt;br /&gt;whether I'm dressed up and glammed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x57.xanga.com/a70f164ad2033224561155/b176452578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG0781" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x57.xanga.com/a70f164ad2033224561155/z176452578.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or totally natural is what makes me truly beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;because I learned to just accept myself for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xf7.xanga.com/f7ff1b5445d33224561198/b176452620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="S4021744" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xf7.xanga.com/f7ff1b5445d33224561198/z176452620.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you beautiful??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-6045318700022329115?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/6045318700022329115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=6045318700022329115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6045318700022329115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6045318700022329115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/12/whay-am-i-beautiful.html' title='Whay am I beautiful?'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-7833331268003550147</id><published>2008-10-29T19:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:49:28.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Don't Lose Faith</title><content type='html'>In three months, it will mark one year. One entire year. It doesn't even seem that long. Probably because for the first six months, I was pretty numb to everything. I barely remember the spring semester and what I did. I remember small pieces, like certain parts of class or staying late at the library with Silvia and Jackie to study, but as to how I felt about things...I can't remember. Because I never really paid attention, I was afraid if I thought about how I really felt I'd just get sad all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really talked about  him either. Not afterward. A couple of weeks ago when me and Jess when to Olive Garden, she said, "Wow, we haven't been back here since...you know." She kinda realized where she was going, and didn't want to say anything else. But I knew what she was talking about. It's been like an unspoken rule between us, we don't speak of him, unless I bring it up, otherwise the topic is off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently. I find myself being able to talk about it more easily. Little by little, every day that went by made it easier. I believe everything happens for a reason, and I had yet to find the reason for it. I was patiently waiting. Until I got my answer a few weeks ago. He said he was scared I'd meet someone else, and break his heart, and as much as I hate to admit it, he was right...again. If we were still together, none of "this" would've ever happened. So I'm kinda glad he did the uncomfortable part, instead of me having to do it...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's all going to fall apart though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not fair that this might get taken away from me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I have to believe that it's gonna be okay in the end. Because that's the only thing that keeps me from going completely insane. No matter what happens, I'll always be eternally grateful that he was brought into my life at a time when I needed someone to restore my faith in humanity and the male gender. In the two months we've known each other, I know more about him than I did after nine months with Adam. And I never felt this comfortable with him. It's ridiculous how different things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't believe I have crazy mood swings. But he's never seen the other, almost broken down side of me. He said, he's never seen it because I'm always in a good mood when I see him. And he's right. He didn't think I kept the heart, but how could I throw it away? I wanted to put it up on my cork board (I have a bunch of stuff tacked to it) but I want to have it with me, somewhere near me. So that every time I see it, I'll be reminded that things work out, one way or another. You just have to have faith that everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SQkfesEo8aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AAi2WdpCyAU/s1600-h/CIMG1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SQkfesEo8aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AAi2WdpCyAU/s400/CIMG1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262772251646292386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I keep thinking though is, what am I gonna do when I move to California??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-7833331268003550147?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/7833331268003550147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=7833331268003550147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7833331268003550147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/7833331268003550147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-lose-faith.html' title='Don&apos;t Lose Faith'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SQkfesEo8aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AAi2WdpCyAU/s72-c/CIMG1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-8082884890254918626</id><published>2008-10-23T21:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:32:39.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Show up for life</title><content type='html'>There are very few times when I will actually look forward to a class and the best ones are the ones where you have discussions. My favorite class this semester (simply because of the atmosphere) has been my speech class. Now some people would hate it, but being in band for eight years and being in a lot of UIL competitions, I've gotten used to speaking in front of people. I mean, when you have to speak at your graduation, you very quickly get over your fear. Anyway, I love this class because we usually always manage to get into heated discussions. Like today, we had a 30 minute talk about abortion. Oooo, sticky subject, I know, but our teacher was trying to prove a point. She thought it should be legalized and we have a minister (or pastor? one of those) in our class, and as you can expect his views were completely opposite. So this sparked a debate among the class that had this crazy tension in it that you could just feel. Since our next speech has to be persuasive, her point was that when it comes to a speech about values, you shouldn't try to convince people if it's right or wrong, or good or bad, she was simply saying it should be legalized. I'm keeping my opinion about legalizing it out of it, but I'll say that she's right, because no matter how good an argument you have, people will always feel very strongly about any opinions they already have. I'm pro-life, by the way, not that it matters. Anyway, this kind of segued into talking about having opinions and believing in something. She told us we should go vote, even if we don't like anyone, cast the ballot anyway. I totally agree with her, and she said, "Show up for life." I've heard this before, I think, except it was more along the lines of, "Show up for life or it won't show up for you." I believe in getting involved, in anything. In anything you feel passionate about. My family thinks I'm crazy most of the time. Like the time I wanted to go to Austin to protest the reopening of ASARCO. Or like how I made us change to compact fluorescent lightbulbs because I believe global warming is a serious problem and we need to do everything we can. Or like how I hate using styrofoam and prefer to use paper so that it can at least be recycled. Or like how I hate PETA because of their proposed genocide of pit bulls (yeah...did you know that one?) My point, though, is this: I think more people need to get out and try to have their voice heard, no matter what you do, whether you join an organization or post a blog, make a contribution to society because one person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-8082884890254918626?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/8082884890254918626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=8082884890254918626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8082884890254918626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8082884890254918626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/10/show-up-for-life.html' title='Show up for life'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-2203940098372477954</id><published>2008-10-15T20:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:47:17.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oragami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>He gave me a heart</title><content type='html'>Out of paper.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I kinda ruined the moment because I knew what he was making, and I finished half of it, I still thought it was pretty cute. This is the first guy I've really liked since my ex and I broke up in January. Even though it was a really hard relationship to get over, I have hope for wherever this new one might go. For once, I feel like I can totally be myself around a guy and the fact that we're both dorks makes it even better. We'll see where this new adventure takes me; I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the heart and me trying to be a photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SPaqqC3AigI/AAAAAAAAACk/G44_1wA9yJ8/s1600-h/CIMG1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SPaqqC3AigI/AAAAAAAAACk/G44_1wA9yJ8/s320/CIMG1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257577254300453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-2203940098372477954?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/2203940098372477954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=2203940098372477954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2203940098372477954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2203940098372477954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-gave-me-heart.html' title='He gave me a heart'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SPaqqC3AigI/AAAAAAAAACk/G44_1wA9yJ8/s72-c/CIMG1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-2391630709008716465</id><published>2008-10-09T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:45:42.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second chances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Collected Pieces</title><content type='html'>Never ending laughs and silly smiles,&lt;br /&gt;chilly evenings and moving pictures on a screen.&lt;br /&gt;With miles of highway in between,&lt;br /&gt;and lanes of traffic rushing to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long car rides to nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;watching the scenery fly through the window.&lt;br /&gt;Late twilight walks through an empty park,&lt;br /&gt;talking of past, present and future lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily conversations and early morning good nights,&lt;br /&gt;memories of a time that is now dead.&lt;br /&gt;The same and different all in one,&lt;br /&gt;let's start over clean this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving forward and don't look back,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes were made and lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;Time is forgetful and always forgiving,&lt;br /&gt;because second chances are all we're waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-2391630709008716465?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/2391630709008716465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=2391630709008716465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2391630709008716465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2391630709008716465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/10/collected-pieces.html' title='Collected Pieces'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-3611925268508625354</id><published>2008-09-29T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:21:04.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running away'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna drive until I break down.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It was just one of those days, when on the drive home I contemplated just going over the side of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just a brief moment of weakness. I did think about just driving and driving until I ran out of gas, but seeing as to how I only had 1/4 of a tank of gas, I probably would've gotten to about...oh maybe Alamogordo. It was one of those days where  it just really frustrated me to live here, and not for any particular reason. I'm just sick of it. It's so hard to go anywhere in this city without being reminded of something or someone. Yeah, I'll admit it, I'm leaving because I'm running away. From what? From everything. From every single memory I would rather forget. Do you know how long I avoided the east side because of...yeah, you know? This place is so small, pretty soon, I won't be able to go anywhere, as if it isn't bad enough as it is. I feel like every year that I have to stay here suffocates me a little more every time. I don't know what it is, okay I do, I'd just rather not say, that has made my having to leave an ABSOLUTE MUST! But I'll hold it in till I have to for the short two little years that I have left here. Then it'll be on to something new and a brand new start where I will finally be able to put this place behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-3611925268508625354?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/3611925268508625354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=3611925268508625354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3611925268508625354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3611925268508625354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-gonna-drive-until-i-break-down.html' title='I&apos;m gonna drive until I break down.'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-4351988776201410660</id><published>2008-09-15T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:03:38.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Scribbld Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczMucGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2FsYnVtcy95NzAvc3BpZGVyZGVtb24xMy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1udW1iZXJzLmpwZw==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/spiderdemon13/numbers.jpg" alt="scribbled numbers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write it down,&lt;br /&gt;write it up.&lt;br /&gt;Scrawl it on my arm,&lt;br /&gt;or jot it down on a note,&lt;br /&gt;these seven numbers,&lt;br /&gt;a picture isn't the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that can speak a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Subtlety is vital,&lt;br /&gt;it's for help,&lt;br /&gt;it's for just in case,&lt;br /&gt;the true reason never revealed.&lt;br /&gt;A hidden message,&lt;br /&gt;shaded in numbers,&lt;br /&gt;masquerading as innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled on paper,&lt;br /&gt;typed on a screen.&lt;br /&gt;Let's exchange these digits&lt;br /&gt;and never mention the truth,&lt;br /&gt;the secret of what they mean&lt;br /&gt;buried beneath the ink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-4351988776201410660?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/4351988776201410660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=4351988776201410660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4351988776201410660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4351988776201410660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/09/scribbld-numbers.html' title='Scribbld Numbers'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-4347639295848340777</id><published>2008-09-02T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:00:15.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Answering the age old question: Can you be friends with an ex?</title><content type='html'>I always thought the answer to this question was yes, but recent events have led me to think that I might have been wrong. Here's the situation, I dated this guy in high school, let's call him J, and we only went out for 4 months (very short, I know, but it was high school). I broke up with him because I graduated (he was younger) and I didn't want to start a new chapter of my life, college, with such strong ties to high school. I pretty much just wanted a clean slate to work with. Start over brand new. Plus, I didn't really see a future, but at 18, who does? Needless to say, he had fallen in love with me, but was very understanding about the break up and we decided to stay friends. That was two years ago, and now I think of him as one of my best friends. You should know that a best friend to me is someone I can really trust, and being the only guy in my life who has &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hurt me, I have come to really trust him. Up until a few weeks ago, maybe the last couple months, things started getting a bit uncomfortable. He never hid the fact that he never totally got over me and that he's pretty much still in love with me. He's had maybe 5 or 6 other girlfriends since we broke up, none lasting more than a few months. Being an overprotective best friend, I never really liked his girlfriends (not out of jealousy, but because he really does pick bad girls to go out with), except for the one he's currently with. At least until a couple of months ago. There was a herpes scare, I won't go into details, but he was scared he might have Herpes Simplex I because of a child at his work (he works at a daycare). Turns out, it was just a scare and he was fine, but when his girlfriend found out, she broke up with him. Aside from the fact that she had already cheated on him, this was what made me really not like her, that she supposedly loves him, but breaks up with him when there's a slight bump in the road. She's kind of immature and a little slutty. Anyway, I really thought this girl could be the one to finally make him get over me, but since she cheated on him, she kinda lost it. ALL of his girlfriend have cheated on him. I never did, which is one of the reasons he says I was the perfect girlfriend. Anyway, we've been hanging out quite a bit, not alone though. I hang out with my best friend Jessica, and since her and J work in the same place, he usually tags along. I never really minded it until he started to come on a little strongly. He'd always flirted with me but up until recently, it really started making me uncomfortable. He'll put his arm around me or things like that, and I really don't like anyone to do that unless we're in a relationship or dating.&lt;br /&gt;    I have told him numerous times that I only see him as a friend, that I love him to death, but I'm not in love with him. I have made my feelings very clear. Sometimes, it really gets to me, that I start getting bitchy, and then he says he's sorry, but that he doesn't know how to stop, blah, blah, blah. Short of taking some time apart from each other, I really don't know what to do. He's an amazing person, but he's just a friend, and I know that I in no way feel any romantic feelings for him at all. Somehow, though, this message just isn't getting through to his head, and I'm afraid that if he doesn't stop, I'll have to put our friendship on hold because it really is getting ridiculous. My theory is that since we went from being together to being friends in such a short time, he never really had time to get over me. Since I broke up with him, I was already over him, but I guess he got the short end of the stick on this one.&lt;br /&gt;    So help me, what should I do? Stay friends and hope he gets the message? Or take some time off so he can get the chance to get over me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-4347639295848340777?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/4347639295848340777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=4347639295848340777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4347639295848340777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/4347639295848340777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/09/answering-age-old-question-can-you-be.html' title='Answering the age old question: Can you be friends with an ex?'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-2315487414756745565</id><published>2008-09-01T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:02:27.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight gain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>No help for the skinny girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blubberbuster.com/images/healthy_food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blubberbuster.com/images/healthy_food.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the short journey (till now), that is my life, I have come to several realizations that most people don't come to until it's too late. One of these, happens to be the importance of one's health.  For the past few years I have tried, without success, to gain weight so that I may be at a healthy weight. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough, but sometimes, things just get in they way, usually school, and I just lose my focus. Instead of eating right, I just grab anything that'll fill me up so I can get back to studying. Anyway, in this little adventure of mine that has been going on since high school, I have spent countless hours researching ways of gaining weight but in way that is healthy. Seem like a paradox? Yeah, it pretty much is. Trying to avoid going to a dietitian (no health insurance), I've tries searching online for websites that would give me, something like a plan to help me out. I recently noticed that Yahoo! had added a new health section. I noticed a part that calculated your BMI, so I tried it out, turns out my BMI is 16. Did I forget to mention I'm 5'6" and weigh less than 100 pounds?? No, I'm not anorexic, nor do I have any other eating disorder, just a very fast metabolism. Anyway, this part of the website is meant to help with your diet, but when I put in my weight goal of 110, it very kindly told me that, "We regret, however, that we are not yet able to prescribe a diet plan that makes you put on weight." So, because I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum, what, I get bubkis? Just because everyone and their mom seems to want to lose weight, it does not mean that it applies to everyone. Hopefully, sometime soon, there will be help for the skinny underweight ones, who like the overweight people, are only hoping to reach a weight for themselves that is healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-2315487414756745565?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/2315487414756745565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=2315487414756745565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2315487414756745565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/2315487414756745565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-help-for-skinny-girl.html' title='No help for the skinny girl'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-3018442096479787678</id><published>2008-07-13T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:14:16.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiling kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising children'/><title type='text'>Kids are spoiled rotten these days...</title><content type='html'>And I'd have to say that I'm one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little thought occurred to me a few weeks ago. A couple of months ago, while watching a movie on The Wonderful World of Disney (yeah I'm 20 and still watch kid movies, and what?), I realized that I really wanted to go to Disneyland. So, I brought up the thought to my mom, I just asked her if we could go, kinda kidding but not really. She said, "Maybe." With my mom, maybe means maybe. So a couple of weeks later, sometime last month, my mom asked me, "Do you still want to go to Disneyland?" I said, "Duh!" So we started planning, and by the looks of it, we're going next month. It got me thinking that all I had to do was ask my mom once, and she agreed. Keep in mind, I've been there twice already, but felt like going again. Me and my brother aren't spoiled in the way that you'd think. My parents do not pay for my college, or my gas, or my insurance or my phone. If I ever wanted anything after I graduated from high school (clothes, electronics, etc.), I had to get for myself, and still do, including my education. When I was in grade school, a straight A report card would get me: a whole $20! Not 20 per A, 20 in total. Yet growing up, when it came to traveling, my parents were more than happy to shell out a few bucks. I can't count the number of times I've been to California, and I've also been to Las Vegas and Reno and about anywhere else here in the southwest, and we've also been on a 7 day cruise to Mexico. Trips aside, my mom bought my brother and me a flat screen tv for Christmas (not one for each, but one for the living room to play our video games on). My mom always told us that she always wanted to give her kids all the things she didn't have (and she didn't have much), and it got me wondering if parents really want better for their children? And to what lengths will the parents go to make sure their kids have a memorable childhood? And do you think that all these rewards could be screwing up my brother and me? Remember though, we're both high school graduates, going to college and except for a car accident, neither one of us has ever been in trouble with the law, or involved with drugs. So if this is the outcome of spoiling your children, is it really all that bad? (My mom was very strict on us growing up and still kind of is, even now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be 20, but I still feel 10 sometimes, which spawned the Disney idea. Next year we're supposed to be going to Las Vegas again because I turn 21, but now we're talking about going to Italy...I wonder which one we'll end up going to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-3018442096479787678?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/3018442096479787678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=3018442096479787678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3018442096479787678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3018442096479787678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-are-spoiled-rotten-these-days.html' title='Kids are spoiled rotten these days...'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-5313807389899301970</id><published>2008-07-04T12:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:57:46.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside and out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Inside and Out</title><content type='html'>With your head in the lights,&lt;br /&gt;and the lights always off,&lt;br /&gt;don't lose the exit sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the arrows&lt;br /&gt;hidden within your memory,&lt;br /&gt;it's not just another train,&lt;br /&gt;it's your escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an old blanket&lt;br /&gt;it snuggles you in its darkness.&lt;br /&gt;The arrows slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;as you sink deeper underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with rainbows and butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;it's easier on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds and rain here&lt;br /&gt;would bring anyone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reality&lt;br /&gt;and you've only got one chance.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will clear away,&lt;br /&gt;but time won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrows will brighten&lt;br /&gt;and the rain will cool you off,&lt;br /&gt;the fluorescent exit sign is your hope&lt;br /&gt;and the light only you can turn off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-5313807389899301970?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/5313807389899301970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=5313807389899301970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/5313807389899301970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/5313807389899301970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/07/inside-and-out.html' title='Inside and Out'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-1480368145105862755</id><published>2008-06-02T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:23:26.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo&apos;ya moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisey&apos;s story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the elves of cintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terry brooks'/><title type='text'>SOWISA, babyluv</title><content type='html'>Strap on whenever it seems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Lisey's Story.&lt;br /&gt;It was so far removed from what normal Stephen King books are like, but damn, I think out of all the ones I've read, it's now my favorite. So, it wasn't classic, horror Stephen King, but he's still a brilliant writer. This book has everything, mystery, suspense, a little horror, love, and you know I'm a sucker for a good love story. It was weird cause even though you know Scott is dead, the scene where she's remembering the day he died made me cry. It really is a good book though, and Boo'ya Moon was probably my favorite part of it. I think in some way we all drink from that pool. That each of us has a place we visit when we need to heal, maybe not physically, but emotionally. And the sayings Scott and Lisey had were awesome. I think my favorite was, "Everything the same." Oh oh, and "Bool! The End." The bools, man. Oh man. And you gotta watch out for the bad gunky. The blood bools were especially freaky, but once you knew the story, they made sense. The part where the really bad gunky got Scott's brother, Paul, was really sad. You didn't know if you should believe what was happening, but when it's Stephen King, of course you believe it. This was like a realistic fantasy, it was so strange, but I loved it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fantasy, I also read The Elves of Cintra. Now I have to wait till August for the last book. This is why I hate reading series that aren't finished! It was really good though, but I mean, it's Terry Brooks, of course it's good. I realized that I have read 14 of his books. I'm missing the Kingdom of Landover series, though, and about two of the series for Shannara. I wanna get the "graphic novel" only because I wanna see pictures of what all the stuff is supposed to look like. My imagination only goes so far and most of the characters are modeled after the LOTR movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so nice to just read and read and read. I've read like five books already since getting out of school, but then I miss school. I'm getting bored! Seriously...I need something to do, but the good thing is, I go back in a week. And back to the gym! whoo! I'm starting to feel fat. hahaha jk =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-1480368145105862755?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/1480368145105862755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=1480368145105862755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/1480368145105862755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/1480368145105862755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/06/sowisa-babyluv.html' title='SOWISA, babyluv'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-5954672366481952407</id><published>2008-05-21T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:12:48.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Road Rage and Fungus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATocTU__Mu4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATocTU__Mu4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-5954672366481952407?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/5954672366481952407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=5954672366481952407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/5954672366481952407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/5954672366481952407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/05/serious-road-rage-and-fungus.html' title='Serious Road Rage and Fungus...'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-3229604623179274017</id><published>2008-04-27T22:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:01:30.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el paso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>just thought I'd share...</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on moving to Cali in two years and while I do highly dislike the city I live in, one thing I'll miss, is the sunsets. So I thought I'd share a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVVGi3OYSI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ABvxuwJkTA/s1600-h/CIMG0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVVGi3OYSI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ABvxuwJkTA/s320/CIMG0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194151316167745826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVUzi3OYRI/AAAAAAAAABk/2OCND24LXmE/s1600-h/CIMG0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVUzi3OYRI/AAAAAAAAABk/2OCND24LXmE/s320/CIMG0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194150989750231314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVUfi3OYQI/AAAAAAAAABc/yWrhUtVQibw/s1600-h/CIMG0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVUfi3OYQI/AAAAAAAAABc/yWrhUtVQibw/s320/CIMG0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194150646152847618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-3229604623179274017?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/3229604623179274017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=3229604623179274017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3229604623179274017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3229604623179274017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought-id-share.html' title='just thought I&apos;d share...'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/SBVVGi3OYSI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ABvxuwJkTA/s72-c/CIMG0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-3808175328319783091</id><published>2008-04-24T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:40:49.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior high'/><title type='text'>Middle School Theory</title><content type='html'>The other day I was talking to a friend and somehow we usually get to talking about middle school, since that's our friendship started. In middle school, we hung out as a group of about 7 of us, I think. When we went off to high school, we ended up splitting up into about 3 different schools and we just sort of lost touch with each other. My friend told me that one of our friends mom had asked her why she was friends with her? She told me she had said that she really didn't know the answer to that. She's right, I thought about it and I couldn't really come up with an answer for why we were friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my theory: I think in middle school, junior high, whatever you call it, I think a lot of us where scared of being alone since we'd heard horror stories in elementary school about people getting picked on. So once we found a few people that would even have us, we hung on for dear life and never let go. Sure we got along pretty good, but we were separated even within our group. We each had our closer friends even if we were all friends together. I think we were just happy to belong somewhere and happy that we weren't the loser without any friends that we just took whoever we could get. Under promises of being friends forever that never lasted, our friendship with each other was very superficial. It was a good friendship only on the outside, because to be honest, I didn't trust any of those girls and I lost touch with most of them once I got into my own groove in high school. When I see them today, except for a few exceptions who I did stay good friends with, we exchange the normal pleasantries and it even feels awkward at times, but it's obvious that neither one would mind if the friendship was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, middle school for me was one of the harder parts of life. I wasn't picked on a lot or anything but...it's hard to explain, guess you just had to be me to see it. I rather not remember what happened then because it brings back memories of a shy 12 and 13 year old girl who felt extremely awkward. So when I have friends that come back from that time, it kinda leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth which is why I'd just as soon not talk to most of those "best friends forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-3808175328319783091?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/3808175328319783091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=3808175328319783091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3808175328319783091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/3808175328319783091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/04/middle-school-theory.html' title='Middle School Theory'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-8903295669481431964</id><published>2008-04-01T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:16:11.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minutemeals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gourmet meals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Ah, nothing's better than a good dinner</title><content type='html'>I love to cook, but sometimes it's hard to find cookbooks that have simple recipes and don't require a lot of fancy ingredients. I find one called "Minute Meals, 20 Minute Gourmet Menus." I found a recipe for Tortellini with vegetables in a cream sauce. I tried it tonight and OH MY GOD, it was good! Sometimes my attempts at dinner don't come out too good. Like the time I made a spinach and artichoke casserole...yeah that didn't go over too well...but this actually came out good. Something I would actually eat (I'm a very picky eater). Anyway, it was just nice to have a good dinner with a nice Italian side salad and crusty bread. Yeah, just wanted to share that and the book, which so far is my favorite (I have three cookbooks so far). So if you need some ideas on something good to cook, I'd definitely recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-8903295669481431964?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/8903295669481431964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=8903295669481431964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8903295669481431964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8903295669481431964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-nothings-better-than-good-dinner.html' title='Ah, nothing&apos;s better than a good dinner'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-8251217174342474264</id><published>2008-03-24T15:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:01:31.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microbiology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resident evil 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horton hears a who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denny&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>boom headshot!</title><content type='html'>I've become quite addicted to Resident Evil 4, and it's probably only because it's the one I can actually PASS! I didn't really like the controls for Code: Veronica X, it seems like it's just wasting time and I got stuck on Outbreak on the Hive, I think, because the stupid leech man kept killing me! (I'm doing a lot of yelling) Anyway! haha  I found out you can kill the leech man, so maybe I'll get back on that. In the meantime, I'm gonna try to pass RE4 because I hardly ever play games and go through them entirely. I did get all the way to the middle of Parasite Eve, but I only had the first disc, which really sucked cause it was an awesome game. One day, I'll finish it. The other thing I like about RE4 is that it's a lot easier than most, there aren't a lot of riddles that take forever to solve, and I like the camera angle and how Leon is always right on the front. The thing that kinda bummed me out was there are NO ZOMBIES!! There's non-zombies, I think that's what the general public calls them...they act like zombies, but they aren't really undead, they're just being controlled. While I'm on the subject of RE4, I found this walkthrough on youtube and I've become quite addicted to them. The guy that does them adds his own little commentary, they're hilarious. I don't wanna keep watching cause I've gotten past the part where I'm at right now, and I don't wanna know what happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my...um...RE4 thingy...idea...whatever. Now to the real issues! Oh wait...I don't have any haha. This past Saturday (I'm writing this Monday) I went out with two of my most favorite people, Jessica and Justin! We went and saw Horton Hears a Who, which was a great movie (but still doesn't beat Finding Nemo), and we went to dinner at Denny's. They took fuckin FOREVER because there was a party of like 30 people there and they had to "take care of them." Pfft. How lame do you have to be to have a party at Denny's? Seriously. It was really fun though and Justin stuck a fry up his nose...then ATE IT!! Gross... haha And we talked about endless, endless bullshit. I forgot most of what we talked about, but I remember most of it involved sex. Why do my friends' conversations revolve around that? Oh right...we're perverts.  I had a bloody good time though, it was what I really needed after those two weeks of school. I'm soooo happy to be on spring break, even if I already am bored out of my mind, it's nice because it hasn't happened in a really long time. Back to the other thing. We took a picture, and here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/R-giu8S4fCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2WfDhjGbTN4/s1600-h/CIMG0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/R-giu8S4fCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2WfDhjGbTN4/s320/CIMG0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181429561144409122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day, I had an awesome time. Sometimes I forget how amazing my friends are and how great it feels when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick school update, because this is getting rather long. This semester has been HARD. I would gladly go through last semester again, and those that know me, know what a tough time I had with it, but this is like that semester to the max! It sucks balls, but thankfully it's almost over, just gotta get through April and finals! THEN! Two more little years and I'll be in CALI! And THAT is what I'm really looking forward to. Anyway, it's good to have friends to study with, I think we've created a group of about 5 to study for chem and micro. For some reason, when you study with other people it really helps. I have a lab report due the Wednesday we go back, I should probably get started on that... and an exam on Tuesday. We agreed we would study for that because no one shows up to class! Except me! And for some reason, I understand it, so I can explain it to the other thingys...people. haha. As for chem, we'll see how that goes and oddly enough, I think I understand cal 2 better than cal 1. Maybe it was the teacher, but I  get it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I think that's all I had to say. ALL? That was a lot, but I haven't done one of my random blog updates in a while where I just babble on and on as stuff pops into my head, kinda like I'm doing right now. Ok, I'll stop. Later, hookers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-8251217174342474264?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/8251217174342474264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=8251217174342474264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8251217174342474264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/8251217174342474264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/03/boom-headshot.html' title='boom headshot!'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcNZo-bqVEI/R-giu8S4fCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2WfDhjGbTN4/s72-c/CIMG0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383131750806535127.post-9218673928782002288</id><published>2008-03-10T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:32:12.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teryy brooks'/><category 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Roadside Silhouettes</title><content type='html'>Passing street lamps on a road to nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;they fade to the distance just like these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just drive west with no end point in mind,&lt;br /&gt;until this city is far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to smiles and laughs,&lt;br /&gt;our silence is why we're both to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's not my fault,&lt;br /&gt;but the look in your heart tells a different story.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a deal,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep pretending I'm okay,&lt;br /&gt;if you keep saying you really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep driving and singing to songs,&lt;br /&gt;with each passing horizon&lt;br /&gt;it gets easier because you were right,&lt;br /&gt;I deserve better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-6889161300139189444?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/6889161300139189444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=6889161300139189444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6889161300139189444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6889161300139189444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/03/roadside-silhouettes.html' title='Roadside Silhouettes'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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I've kept a diary since I was about...maybe 10 or 11 years old, and I've always liked to write I just kinda stopped doing it. I'd go to live journal but it seems too high school. All my posts from there are pointless teenage chatter. Much like this except it's college chatter. Oh yeah. I might also do a few of those video blogs, we'll see how that goes....&lt;br /&gt;   Anyhoo, my brother told me Metallica was playing at the Bonnaroo festival and I really wanted to go, until he told me the tickets are about $250. So there goes that idea. I'm putting it on my life's to do list, "see Metallica." They're the first rock/metal band I started listening to. Me and my brother. He's that one that showed me some of their songs and the band has been one of those things we've always shared. So I was kinda bummed to know that I won't be able to see them this time, but I will one day.&lt;br /&gt;   So it's pretty late and I've run out of things to say, so I guess it's goodnight for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383131750806535127-6796044434824417496?l=grizzy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/feeds/6796044434824417496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383131750806535127&amp;postID=6796044434824417496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6796044434824417496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383131750806535127/posts/default/6796044434824417496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzy13.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>Grizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011213341283654943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ6jFpO9UwU/Ty4buCUbIkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AAgVXz1KwKY/s220/405824_10150455744566610_559641609_8962388_677708561_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
