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term='antibullying'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='pregnancies'/><category term='david'/><category term='do'/><title type='text'>myblogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3274114672777215330</id><published>2011-10-12T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:59:00.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Golden</title><content type='html'>Sitting on the edge of the planet&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see you but I see you’re good&lt;br /&gt;I see the fields and I know they’re big&lt;br /&gt;They can’t contain you&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the victory&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it’s in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I hear whispers of your song&lt;br /&gt;Oh, teach me the melody&lt;br /&gt;You make things clearer for me&lt;br /&gt;But I still won’t understand&lt;br /&gt;But I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;More than the watchman for the morning&lt;br /&gt;More than the watchman for the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will hope in you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3274114672777215330?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3274114672777215330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3274114672777215330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3274114672777215330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3274114672777215330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2011/10/bright-golden.html' title='Bright Golden'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2316187814528379277</id><published>2010-11-17T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:13:57.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>Red&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of blood&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of death&lt;br /&gt;The irony&lt;br /&gt;Without blood&lt;br /&gt;We have no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would we ever know its colour apart from sin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2316187814528379277?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2316187814528379277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2316187814528379277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2316187814528379277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2316187814528379277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/11/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3135993712548185131</id><published>2010-11-12T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:48:02.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy warhol'/><title type='text'>North Dakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/TN3SAHnWc-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SWUvMHoQWEw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-12%2Bat%2B17.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/TN3SAHnWc-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SWUvMHoQWEw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-12%2Bat%2B17.44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538814016221508578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the little town of Velva for the time. Canadians have Rememberance day off, making the weekend one day longer, so one of my friends invited me back to her little town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also two other girls who came and all three of them, plus others went to some football game, but I stayed back at her house to finish a paper I procrastinated with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on my own for the day. Might write some poetry sometime. And I'm just straight up bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a meal at a little diner by myself. Got the whole thing on camera. Doing it Andy Warhol style. That's how cool I am. Yeah. I can't wait til they get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever procratinate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3135993712548185131?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3135993712548185131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3135993712548185131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3135993712548185131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3135993712548185131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/11/north-dakota.html' title='North Dakota'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/TN3SAHnWc-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SWUvMHoQWEw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-12%2Bat%2B17.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3341965314943742585</id><published>2010-10-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:30:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy</title><content type='html'>It's not right, but apathy has consumed me this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3341965314943742585?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3341965314943742585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3341965314943742585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3341965314943742585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3341965314943742585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/10/apathy.html' title='Apathy'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2650336160696919666</id><published>2010-10-09T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:46:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordon</title><content type='html'>I've had an awful week, having to deal with having a really good friend of mine take his life. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GE3cOSp1oDA/TLDBTS7tM3I/AAAAAAAAABU/MV7YCOutVco/s400/jordo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526129280027538290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2650336160696919666?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2650336160696919666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2650336160696919666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2650336160696919666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2650336160696919666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/10/jordon.html' title='Jordon'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GE3cOSp1oDA/TLDDjdCpC7I/AAAAAAAAACc/q-4FZj56tOI/s72-c/jordo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3630504641825918628</id><published>2010-09-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:03:25.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon Pee</title><content type='html'>After many dramatic happenings, I'm at school now. Things are awesome. I've got lots of work to do, but that's the exciting part because I'm looking forward to being stretched and pushed to my limits. I want to do hard things and I want to do them well. I love my roommate. She's really great. Of everyone one on my hall I'd pick her, if I had the chance now after meeting everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll sound weird, but lately I've noticed that my pee's been a neon yellow colour. I did a Google search to find out that that's caused from taking multivitamins, which makes perfect sense because recently I started taking them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3630504641825918628?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3630504641825918628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3630504641825918628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3630504641825918628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3630504641825918628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/09/neon-pee.html' title='Neon Pee'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8802616074150227763</id><published>2010-08-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:12:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo what's happening!??!</title><content type='html'>So how have all your summers been going, dears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. This summer has been an enormous time of growth for me. Starting back from May with the fast that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the long story, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this monthlong computer fast because I'm addicted to YouTube and am spending hours and hours on waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part way through I start reading a book called Wrestling Prayer by Eric and Leslie Ludy. I've mentioned it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish the book and I'm trying to apply everything that I've learned. (which I've haven't ceased to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's going well. May and June I'm praying about the next year. I apply to Briercrest College in Saskatchewan, Canada. I'm praying that the Lord would be directing all these things that I'm thinking about and that he would go before me in these matters. I'm accepted to the school, and I'm told that I've been shortlisted for this scholarship. The catch is that I can't know how much it's for because they wouldn't want my hopes up. They do tell me that it's good though so I start praying for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the following week. The usual scheduling manager goes on holiday for a week, and so another manager takes the job for that week and when I receive my schedule I find that I've just gain an extra 25 hours of spare time, which just bums me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time that I had off one day, I get a call from the school. One of the people from the Student Finance department calls. (a call that I probably wouldn't have gotten without the time off) She wants to talk with me, and so we talk. She asks me a bunch of questions, to which I answer, and when we've finished she tells me that it was nice talking with me and tells me that if I'm the one to receive the scholarship, I'll know by the end of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few back and forth calls between her and my parents (because I was working everytime), she decides to email me to let me know that I did get this scholarship! Awesome! The best part is that this scholarship is one to cover my entire first year of school! I am truly so blessed. I was stunned with awe and thankfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a break from writing and I don't exactly know how to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been learning a lot about God lately. He is so awesome - that is the True God, the God of the Bible. It honestly baffles me to think that anyone could deny his existence, yet without doubt that there an abundance of such people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone were interested in looking into the validity of Scripture or anything, there are tons of resources available for that kind of thing. But no matter how strong the evidence, no matter what anyone says, it is true that without faith no one can take the Bible at it's word and just accept it as truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting that in with this story of what I've been going through, I am very excited to be going to school. I've been counting down the days, which normally makes the wait longer, but somehow it hasn't. (15 til I leave as of now). There's really a lot to be excited about, but what I think I'm most excited about is the opportunity to grow in maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be fun to be childish for a time, that is when you're supposed to be a kid. Becoming an adult though, you shouldn't want to be a slave to doing just whatever seems fun or pleasurable. That doesn't mean that you don't have fun or find pleasure, but it's just done differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live your whole life in pursuit of what brings you pleasure, you have wasted your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has told us that there are ways to best live life. There is a way that is best to live as men and women and it doesn't include living for yourself. Jesus Christ is Lord of all and he needs to be exalted on high because he is righteous and good. The catch is that you can't live for both yourself and God. There's only enough room on the throne for one, and the choice is entirely up to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if no else is in for living for God, I want to be. I want to be set-apart for proclaiming Jesus as King. I want to spend my life declaring how good he's been to me. I want people to look at me and my life and invariably say that Jesus Christ must be the great God. Or something similar to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't want to hear about Jesus today, I don't care. He's awesome and he is Lord, and the life he offers is either never talked about or wrongly spoken about by people who don't care the slightest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm just making myself available to his purposes and he's doing a lot of work with and in me. Included with that, is the reordering of my priorities and value s. Spending loads of time on my computer doesn't even make it close to the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind typing up a post once in a while, I just want to know that the time isn't being wasted. So if you want to know more about how school ends up being for me or whatever, then just leave a comment (they're sent straight to my email so I always get them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********I propose that I'll write one post per month, so long as at least one person leaves some kind of comment saying that they'd read it. So that'll be it. Once a month or as often as people say they're interested. *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS thanks Diipo for asking! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8802616074150227763?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8802616074150227763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8802616074150227763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8802616074150227763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8802616074150227763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/08/yo-whats-happening.html' title='Yo what&apos;s happening!??!'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4926703272809398533</id><published>2010-06-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:18:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow My Mind Awesome</title><content type='html'>What used to be a puzzle of complexity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has now been made [basically] simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery is how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all things are clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is now an understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I had a perfect title for this yesterday when I wrote this, but the one I gave it will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4926703272809398533?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4926703272809398533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4926703272809398533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4926703272809398533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4926703272809398533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/06/blow-my-mind-awesome.html' title='Blow My Mind Awesome'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6342762656413559539</id><published>2010-06-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:34:17.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weapon'/><title type='text'>How do you wield?</title><content type='html'>Prayer is a weapon we are unpracticed in wielding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to know what you're praying for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't yet praying (and I mean specifically to the God of the Bible) what's the hold up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6342762656413559539?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6342762656413559539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6342762656413559539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6342762656413559539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6342762656413559539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-do-you-wield.html' title='How do you wield?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1222782329994751313</id><published>2010-06-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:42:33.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric and leslie ludy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leslie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Has it been a month? OK, OK, so it's been a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would definitely do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't know what to do with myself, which just meant that I wasted my time in other ways. Then, still hooked on the vlogbrothers, I bought a John Green book. I was going to be a big reader or something. I read it, liked it well enough. Moved on the next book on my list: Wrestling Prayer by Eric and Leslie Ludy. I had picked it up before but had to put it down because it was too challenging. I did get through it, and would highly recommend it to anyone serious about spending time with their King (Jesus). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all this, it has come about that I need to purposefully not waste time. It's just far too valuable to be squandered. And I want to be spending hours in prayer because that would be anything but wasted time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely won't be watching YouTube anymore, I'd like to only, or mostly only be using my computer for the essentials, which I've decided for me, are basically, email (which may sometimes mean facebook - you have filter those to know which are junk and which are of use), the calendar feature, online banking (I've had to go biking for that every time this past month), and perhaps the dictionary feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog doesn't make the cut. I'm really sorry. That's not to say I won't ever post anything, but when I do, it'll be with irregularity. Still, feel free to leave comments, they get sent to my email, and I read them all. Ask me how I'm doing and stuff. I'd love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. It has been an amazing month. And again, I would definitely, recommend that book Wrestling Prayer to anyone interested. And if you do read it let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1222782329994751313?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1222782329994751313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1222782329994751313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1222782329994751313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1222782329994751313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/06/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6014815986464078795</id><published>2010-05-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:47:52.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast</title><content type='html'>Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. That last thing that I proposed with Thursdays and Sundays. It hasn't worked at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my pastor encouraged me to take a fast for like a month. So that's the plan. No computer for a month. You can leave comments for me to return to for breakfast (after the month is done), but otherwise I won't get them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's YouTube that I've got myself addicted to, I think I'll miss my blog the most. Yes, definitely. It's like a dairy that I let strangers kindly comment on. (And yes, I know, I wouldn't consider all of you strangers). A place for discussion that doesn't consume me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, I'm not doing this because I have perfect self-control, so if I were to let myself have this one this one little non-problem thing, the whole fast would be futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with my peace and love. I will return, as I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6014815986464078795?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6014815986464078795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6014815986464078795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6014815986464078795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6014815986464078795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/05/fast.html' title='Fast'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-171034075817995455</id><published>2010-05-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:37:37.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekly something something?</title><content type='html'>So considering that I have to out the door tomorrow at six in the morning to say goodbye to a friend leaving the country to return to her home for the next four months, this is late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have had something of what I might consider a good idea. Weekly stuff. Yuck? Well, as you may have noticed in recent posts, I have a growing interest in YouTube. Another word for that might be an issue, or even possible a small addiction. And we all know those aren't any good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's just no way I could go without it - at least not at this time in history, as I see as possibly the greatest media ever created, or the media with the greatest potential for cultural direction and community. Does that sound lame? I could probably better word it if I had more time, but I frankly just don't care right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the limitations for myself that I am proposing, feel free to hold me too them: that I should only watch on Thursdays and Sundays. (Though this Wednesday maybe the exception due to a certain vlogbrothers video that I'm looking forward too). If possible, I might explore playing around with videos, as in uploading videos, which I already have actually. So for videos that I might like to post in the future, that would have to wait until Sundays. Sundays would be the only permissible days. Actually, no. Not Sundays, Thursdays. Yes, only Thursdays. OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think of any other things that might be useful as a weekly thing, please let me know. But if their only purpose turns out to be wasting, it simply can't happen. I have a time management issue. Always have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're at all interested in my YouTube thing, my user is basschic40. Subscribe if you think I may have potential, and if you just hate the videos, then don't. Also, I made a twitter account yesterday. As an experiment, similar to VEDA - which I did not do, I would like to tweet at least once a day. I reserve the right to bail at any time. If I can figure out, I might add a thing to the side of the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-171034075817995455?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/171034075817995455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=171034075817995455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/171034075817995455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/171034075817995455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-something-something-amazing-hmm.html' title='A weekly something something?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3680127232941010270</id><published>2010-04-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:23:36.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.wonderful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdfighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Addressed to Mr.Wonderful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;April 22, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Mr.Wonderful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been thinking about you lately. Not you as in a specific person, obviously, because I don't know who you are yet. More than that though, I've been thinking about just how nice it would be to have a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;So let me ask you a few questions about yourself. Are you a nerdfighter? Because I think it might be nice to marry one, if I could find one who loved Jesus. I'm sure there must be a couple people like that, but I'm only really just getting into YouTube and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;But Mr.Wonderful, whether you're a nerdfighter or not is not the point. In this moment, what I imagine I would want from a best friend is this: someone who challenges me, someone I could think with, about new and old ideas. This someone, you, I would hope would know how to dream, but live in reality at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't take me too seriously; the serious torture me. Let's commit to continually learning together, oh, and having responsible fun. ;) I love you, and I hope to meet you one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that if I should ever meet you, that you wouldn't have already fallen in love with another girl, because should I meet you, I would hope to share my whole life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, where are you? I just want to talk to you. Have a conversation. I'd like to be with you, but if I could just wave at you from a distance - I'd be fine with that. I can wait; I just want to know that this hope that I'm holding will come to its fruition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;_________[I sign my name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica neue;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Do you like my cursive? Sorry if it's a mess, I'm trying to work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3680127232941010270?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3680127232941010270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3680127232941010270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3680127232941010270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3680127232941010270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/04/addressed-to-mrwonderful.html' title='Addressed to Mr.Wonderful :)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5033502144200831463</id><published>2010-04-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:39:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose-lose</title><content type='html'>So I haven't read or written nearly enough of anything lately. I have more developed something of an addiction, or a bad habit: Youtube. It, itself is not bad. But I've become a bit obsessive over it. And I don't even make videos! Well, I'm starting to try, since I do have the tools. I think mostly I'm just going to make video responses. I mean, it's the natural way to go when I'm already subscribed to so many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm contemplating making a video in response to Dan Brown's (pogobat) video Tea Time. If you haven't seen it, look it up and give me an opinion. But basically this is it, he says that he's had an experience with the flying spaghetti monster, and that the FSM told him that Sarah Palin was the FSM incarnate. And rather than encouraging discussion at the end, he encourages making giving praise to Palin as a video response, even though he voted for Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first the whole thing seems very satirical. But then I watched, his recorded live thing afterward, and when people specifically ask him if he's doing some social test or something, he says no. Furthermore, he says in his Tea Time video that he's not putting up ads with it to show how serious he is. That could either go two ways: either he's only do that to prove something that he doesn't believe, or he actually means it. If the first is the truth, and if he knows anything he would know that that would be a one shot deal. If he admits to only being satirical as oppose to serious, he would never be able to use no-ads as a means of proving his validity or earnestness in the future. And I think that, because he's not totally dumb, this might be evidence that he is being serious. Also, in the entire 70 minutes of his live show he never once was inconsistent with the Tea Time video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is honestly serious about this flying monster story he's got going, it's simply utter ridiculousness, which is a huge disappointment for me coming from him. If it's satirical, he's set himself up for a lose-lose situation, because the whole video would be highly offensive, and so I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basschic40 is my user. I suck at vlogging but if you wanna look out for a response to this or other future responses to other users, I'm just letting you know how you can follow up with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5033502144200831463?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5033502144200831463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5033502144200831463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5033502144200831463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5033502144200831463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/04/lose-lose.html' title='Lose-lose'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6490856014131099462</id><published>2010-04-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:36:43.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signature in the Cell: Ch1 Synopsis. (plus drive test results)</title><content type='html'>So I failed my G2 test today. For the third time. Anyone have a better record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie, I cried a bit because when you fail three times, what can you do to help feeling like a failure? Hmm? What I hate the most is that this time, I did &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; perfectly except for one lane change that wasn't even that bad. Grrr! Now I know what Thaddeus Johnson felt like from from this season of AI. (He did nothing wrong but there were too many talented people and they didn't pick him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly now, since I have to be at work for 8 tomorrow, and it's like half past ten, or rather two thirds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone still interested in the science discussion, I bought the book Signature in the Cell: DNA and the evidence for Intelligent Design by Stephen C. Meyer. It arrived today, and I'd like to give my synopsis of the first chapter. (Also, I did get the other two books I said I wanted to get, but I haven't got to them yet obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter is titled DNA, Darwin, and the Appearance of Design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meyer doesn't really make any statements, or rather give any evidence or go into any depth just yet, but hey, it's only the intro. The majority of the first chapter is spent describing how he became involved in origin sciences, and the question of the origin of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, he describes how in the DNA there's all kinds of genetic codes that the entire cell depends on for different functions and proteins and so on, and its vast similarities with computer codes and written languages. The DNA has specified information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes over the differences between information and matter &amp; energy, how they are in two different domains of science. With that point he gives the example of how two different CDs can have all the same matter/energy, but the arrangement of the different information is why people choose to buy certain discs over others. Something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meyer also mentions that some have proposed, and this is the argument he agrees with, that because of this specified information there may be a case to made for an intelligence having provided this information, since we only know information to come from intelligence and since information can also be equated to thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he mentions how Richard Dawkins and others make the case that yes, everything does appear designed therefor it might be likely to assume that there is a designer, but this appearance of design can be explained by natural processes and evolution, for which Meyer then gives a brief explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out all these details Meyer is also telling how he got into this field of science. One scientist he was able to have many discussions with was Charles Thaxton, who was one of the people he had first heard propose an intelligent designer at some conference in 1985. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From those discussions, Thaxton shared that a proposal for a designer would fall under origin sciences, which often have unique events, only occurring once or perhaps at least very few times. He then compared this to operation sciences, which are testable and happen all the time. Operation sciences are the sciences from which laws are derived; they are also the sciences that give predictions, etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meyer did not, not yet - with in this first chapter, say what he agreed with what Thaxton had taught him as far as Intelligent Design as an or the origin/operation sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, he ends the chapter with the questions he had after having had his discussions with Thaxton: "Is it scientific?" "How strong is the evidence for it?" "Was life designed or does it merely appear designed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final paragraph reads, "Yet in all of this discussion - from Dover to Dawkins to Darwin's big anniversary - there has been very little discussion of DNA. And yet for me and many other scientists and scholars, the question of whether science has refuted the design argument or resuscitated it depends critically upon the central mystery of the origin of biological information. This book examines the many successive attempts that have been to resolve this enigma - &lt;i&gt;the DNA enigma&lt;/i&gt; - and will itself propose a solution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing new really, for anyone interested in the discussion, just a long wordy introduction and the story of how he first got into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to read the prologue, I believe it was Amazon where I read the whole the thing before I actually got the book. Nothing significant though. I don't know whether it'll be a chapter everyday that I'll be reading (it's a lot), but I would like to continue with writing synopses, if only to help me take it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp; peace, ggirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6490856014131099462?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6490856014131099462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6490856014131099462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6490856014131099462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6490856014131099462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/04/signature-in-cell-ch1-synopsis-plus.html' title='Signature in the Cell: Ch1 Synopsis. (plus drive test results)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1797759732151945130</id><published>2010-04-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:18:14.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh for someone to understand me....</title><content type='html'>I still desperately long for a best friend. I can only wait to see if God's made someone who thinks and sees as I do. But better. A better balance. I'll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1797759732151945130?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1797759732151945130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1797759732151945130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1797759732151945130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1797759732151945130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-for-someone-to-understand-me.html' title='Oh for someone to understand me....'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5105807381368285013</id><published>2010-04-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:39:44.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation eats ID? Or vice versa?</title><content type='html'>OK! Forget everything I said in the last post entirely. I mean, y'know, I just don't altogether care for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a question. It not a question for just anyone, no, it's specifically for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather give all of your cognitive, reasoning, intellectual thoughts to the thing that consumes your mind, or would you rather give all your energy into developing what is creative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there's something behind the question. The title gives a hint to that, but I'm interested to hear what you would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5105807381368285013?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5105807381368285013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5105807381368285013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5105807381368285013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5105807381368285013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/04/animation-eats-id-or-vice-versa.html' title='Animation eats ID? Or vice versa?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4347899495496466152</id><published>2010-03-29T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:29:30.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoken word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry? Rap? Spoken Word? Anything?</title><content type='html'>Wow, that last post accumulated a slight bit of attention. I hope the discussion continues on for now. I didn't really know what to expect. Maybe when I look at little more into the subject, delve into the books I'm looking to read, I'll create a separate blog to post my synopses. That could be interesting, and possibly beneficial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: The books I'm talking about is The Origin of Species by Charles Darwin, The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins, and Signature in the Cell by Stephen C. Meyer. You can guess the topic based on the titles.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, something different for the moment. I love poetry. I am not a poet myself, but I can really appreciate good poetry when I hear it. So have you heard any good poetry lately? Anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know. Seriously. Get back to me on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ... no maybe I'll ask that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4347899495496466152?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4347899495496466152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4347899495496466152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4347899495496466152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4347899495496466152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/poetry-rap-spoken-word-anything.html' title='Poetry? Rap? Spoken Word? Anything?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1201386948181668425</id><published>2010-03-26T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:42:20.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millions of years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flagella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>Anyone interested in evolution?</title><content type='html'>Anyone interested in evolution? Any experts out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a creationist, a firm adherent of ID aka Intelligent Design and I personally know the Bible to be 100% true. Every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an evolutionist, a naturalist, whatever you may call yourself - I won't bash you. Honestly. I don't know enough to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it came to a debate, I would lose because I am not yet educated enough to do that, to make any kind of adequate response. Also, winning a debate doesn't make you wrong or right, it only makes the winner feel good about themselves. Either evolution or ID, is right, it's one or the other, they both can't be true. And whichever one is true (I would say ID), is not determined by the results. Hopefully, this is something we can both agree on. So, I'm not even looking to that kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to broaden my understanding of both sides. If you are perhaps someone who knows more than your average youtuber who thinks they do, if you're interested in some open discussion, I'd invite you to leave a comment. Maybe we can both benefit from this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1201386948181668425?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1201386948181668425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1201386948181668425' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1201386948181668425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1201386948181668425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-interested-in-evolution.html' title='Anyone interested in evolution?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-659082624610624811</id><published>2010-03-24T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:12:49.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm working on a project... take a guess what it's about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S6riigwEZjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lueWl2URMz8/s1600/Photo+on+2010-03-25+at+00.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S6riigwEZjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lueWl2URMz8/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-25+at+00.02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452419381420385842" 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/9170134267059930065-659082624610624811?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/659082624610624811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=659082624610624811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/659082624610624811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/659082624610624811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-working-on-project-take-guess-what.html' title='I&apos;m working on a project... take a guess what it&apos;s about'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S6riigwEZjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lueWl2URMz8/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-25+at+00.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6773901570340569083</id><published>2010-03-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:20:33.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So kind of...</title><content type='html'>I kind of found someone I kind of like on eHarmony. Not the first guy from a couple posts ago, but a different guy. It kind of doesn't mean all that much to me right now, but I kind of like what I see. He's just kind of like me from what I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. *shrugs shoulders casually* We'll see where this goes. We're just emailing right now that's all. Just talking about Jesus and CS Lewis and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6773901570340569083?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6773901570340569083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6773901570340569083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6773901570340569083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6773901570340569083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-kind-of.html' title='So kind of...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-524280195573891099</id><published>2010-03-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:46:59.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Prism...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel things, and as a response to these feeling an image comes to mind. Typically, in the past, when these images come to mind, I would try to draw them. That option is still valid; God had indeed given me some artistic abilities. More recently, however, I'm finding it easier to describe these things with words more than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me, I'd like to share this one with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole. Completeness. Authenticity. Should discussion on such topics arise, the probable result as a consensus would be that these are regarded as valued characteristics. There are some who will strongly advocate for these things and attribute them to who they are as people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would propose, that if it were possible to study the correlation between the thoughts of such people with their spoken words, a striking discrepancy would become very clear.  In fact, every related antonym to the idea would likely hold dominance in actuality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that I do not think of myself as the exception. If you're reading this, then you're obviously on my blog, and through that have a perception of who I am. I don't know what that is, and depending on who you are, how long you've been reading my posts, interacting with me, etc, etc - obviously this will cause a variance in your perception from the next person's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is truth, however, and whatever you're perception - it really doesn't matter when it comes to truth, because truth is true, and that's the way it works. I would like to think, and I hope, that if you're reading this maybe you have a clearer view into the way my mind works as oppose the everyday people I interact with every. day. By that I mean, that I hope you can see through me a little better, that you can see that when I say that I broken and not all together - I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even given you a glimpse of this image I have yet, but it starts with the truth that I am a project continually in the works, being restored by Jesus Christ to what I am meant to be. So if I appear broken at times, it's the truth. And the times when I seem whole, it's only by grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my everyday life, however, I don't really think people see this brokenness. Perhaps its a shame, I don't know, but in general I'm probably seen as put-together, maybe never been hurt, doesn't really know pain or sorrow, stuff like that. Some of that may be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the image. The sketch I have in my mind: imagine some big [mostly] empty space. Then there's me floating somewhere in the midst of it all, a smallish type prism shape. Maybe like a crystal or something, but somewhat shattered in shards. Some shards are bigger than others, some are smaller, but more or less this prism shape is there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking at me from my angle and think I'm whole, don't fool yourself, you're just looking at a big shard. And this little prism doesn't exactly have control over where it's going, yet it keeps going. Its splintered form inspires a sort of fear. The fear is this, 'If I keep going, which I continue to do with no control, sooner or later, I'm gonna have to hit something'. If and when this little prism hits whatever it is that it's going to hit, helplessly, the smaller shards will be revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the time will come is bittersweet. I don't know what to expect in the vulnerability of it all. Exposed, not that I prefer to be hidden. It's like my greatest longing and fear all in the same breath and moment. Then what? I can't say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I said I was the prism when I first started to described the scenario. More accurately, I think it would probably symbolize my image, as this is only my portrayal and not true identity. A tainted container, housing but one lonely person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as the image goes. Not that I don't have Jesus. He is the great companion, and most definitely not the cause of any loneliness I may feel. Not that I'm a hermit or don't spend time with anyone. Rather that I don't let anyone in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the people who know of my blog are just about the only people who get this kind of access. I am not okay with this, but for the moment this is it. This is a very special place where I can write and say whatever I want or need. So thank you for letting me share this with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's it for now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-524280195573891099?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/524280195573891099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=524280195573891099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/524280195573891099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/524280195573891099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-little-prism.html' title='This Little Prism...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5008888066454323820</id><published>2010-03-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:11:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad.</title><content type='html'>My Dad, my Dad, my Dad, my Dad. I love him. Possibly the greatest gift I've ever received in this earthly lifetime. Aside from Jesus. And the greatest gift to the both of us, is probably my Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so incredibly I don't know how I could love him more. I don't know what to say. Our motorbike rides together are amazing. Spring is good in that regard. He has such wisdom, and I can see myself in him. I enjoy his company. It's lovely. I love to hug and kiss him (on the cheek). He's fantastic, for me at least, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your dads, I hope you have as great of dads as I have for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5008888066454323820?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5008888066454323820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5008888066454323820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5008888066454323820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5008888066454323820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dad.html' title='My Dad.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5390345258989624263</id><published>2010-03-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:10:02.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Okay.... what do I do?</title><content type='html'>So I signed up for eHarmony last night. I'm of age; I know how to be safe. I figured, what's the worst that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have a credit card so I can't pay for a subscription just yet, which means that I can review my matches but I can't communicate with them. But now someone has questions for me, and I want to answer. Also, there's a different person, I'd like to send some questions. But the other guy will be waiting for a response. Oh boyy... What have I got myself into? *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad gets home I'll ask him if I can use his. I know I can pay him back, I just don't know if he'd approve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the site that I doing my banking with, I don't see any reason why I couldn't have my own, but I don't think I make enough money yet annually to do that. Or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to do!! I really hope my dad says yes. Any thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5390345258989624263?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5390345258989624263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5390345258989624263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5390345258989624263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5390345258989624263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy-okay-what-do-i-do.html' title='Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Okay.... what do I do?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-976203525377176814</id><published>2010-03-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:11:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's alright, you?</title><content type='html'>I don't like to live by feelings, but today feels good. It's iight, yknow? I feel like that I might survive today, and it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep be praying for me; I still have a lot of growing, changing, and molding to do, and any support you might be able to give in this area is appreciated. It's slow, but by the grace of God it's happening. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm guessing no one noticed, but I recently add the followers thing at the side, because for some reason my blog's getting some attention from - I don't know where, and some of them have decided to follow. Makes no sense to me, but I'm ok with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I logged on I noticed that there was one new follower, and so I clicked on it. I was saddened to see that it was a girl's porn blog. I am strongly against porn, and am looking to the day when it might end. So it is blocked now because I will not have a porn blog linked to mine, but I did send her a message telling her about &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkcross.org/"&gt;the pink cross foundation&lt;/a&gt;. Please, be both praying for her and the foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-976203525377176814?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/976203525377176814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=976203525377176814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/976203525377176814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/976203525377176814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-alright-you.html' title='Today&apos;s alright, you?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4860846704929308030</id><published>2010-03-12T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:46:53.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm discouraged.</title><content type='html'>Please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4860846704929308030?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4860846704929308030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4860846704929308030' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4860846704929308030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4860846704929308030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-discouraged.html' title='I&apos;m discouraged.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6014788793288064827</id><published>2010-03-10T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:01:05.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Work Done, More to Do</title><content type='html'>So today, I wasn't scheduled to work and had the day at home to myself. It was so nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time outlining the basics of the living-in-this-world plan: my bedroom, reading the Word, prayer, friends, work, my body, and money. If you want to know more, just ask. Really. I'm just tired and don't care much for the details right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put some work into my room, getting it organized, still more to do. I started reading a book called Wrestling Prayer by Eric and Leslie Ludy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering, anyone know a good Bible reading plan? I need one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work yet to be done, I assure you. If anyone wants to do me a favour, just drop me a line sometime and czech up on how I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6014788793288064827?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6014788793288064827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6014788793288064827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6014788793288064827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6014788793288064827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-work-done-more-to-do.html' title='More Work Done, More to Do'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6530540409239377134</id><published>2010-03-08T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:41:42.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faceless.</title><content type='html'>I started this blog in October of 2007. Since then, I have never had a profile picture. (I have shown pictures of myself, but never a profile picture.) So should I bother to upload one now? Or do you prefer that I remain faceless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might disagree with your opinion, whatever is. But either, just remember that the meat is in the written content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6530540409239377134?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6530540409239377134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6530540409239377134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6530540409239377134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6530540409239377134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/faceless.html' title='Faceless.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-144209153989859821</id><published>2010-03-07T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:02:54.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Hard</title><content type='html'>I think I'll be starting something. I think I've decided to call it The Living-in-this-World Plan. I'm not exactly sure what it'll look like or be exactly. But basically, well here's what I've written so far in the blank book I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;b&gt; LIVING-IN-THIS-WORLD &lt;/b&gt; PLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't intentionally take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be given the chance to help change it.&lt;br /&gt;Bit I definitely need some strategy to live in it.&lt;br /&gt;So I present this fresh work in progress:&lt;br /&gt;The Living-in-this-World Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Purpose:&lt;/u&gt; Time is infinitely valuable and if you don't use it - you lose it. The next 18 months will be a special time of waiting and preparing. Time cannot be wasted. In this interval, I need to have a drive, focus, goals and plans. Most importantly, I need to keep the Main Thing, the main thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I have so far, but basically, I'm an adult. Not a kid anymore. I want to be taking on more adult responsibilities and manage better the ones I already have. I want to be a better help to my parents. I want to have a plan with where I'm going with my daily devos. What am I studying? I want to be looking for news ways for which I can be relating to the world. I want to be aware in that. I want to try new things. Hopefully, I'll enjoy them. If not, new things still need to be done so that I might be stretched. I need to have a schedule to for preparing to go to college. I've seriously considered graphic design. Now, I'm thinking I might also look at applying to animation programs as well, and if there's such a thing specifically as a program, perhaps video communications. I'm not exactly sure but it's all with in the same neighbourhood. That all absolutely has to be on track, otherwise, the eighteen months maybe become much more, which would undermine this whole project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, it's going to mean doing all the small hard things. Hard things need to be done. It's the difference that separates an adult from a child and there really should be no in-between. Once I get in the habit of doing the small hard things, the big things will come next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything needs to be more clearly defined. I'd to get that done by tomorrow - the latest Thursday. I also need accountability. If you could pray that someone in my life could help hold me to this, you know I'll love you. I already do but, just sayin'. I've got work ahead of me, and I'm looking forward to it because I know it's the best thing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, til the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-144209153989859821?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/144209153989859821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=144209153989859821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/144209153989859821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/144209153989859821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-hard.html' title='Something Hard'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4655184698352254964</id><published>2010-03-06T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:27:42.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube? What is that?!</title><content type='html'>So, how are things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm bored I often find myself on the computer. The Internet. Sometimes eBay. Sometimes, on rare occasions, Facebook. Sometimes Neopets, perhaps? I do some Skyping a bit. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, I blog. Now if you're reading this you know what that's all about and that I'm quite into it. I've got this regular thing going on where every once and a while I'll type something and a blurb pops up of varying degrees of value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question then is, do any of you take an interest in vlogging? Hmm? Vlogs. Like doing what I'm doing now, but instead I would film myself talking to a camera about whatever. It's more open. Sometimes "communities" can form, I've heard. (As can happen with regular blogging, like I've experienced.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites is Strawburry17, along with the other VlogCandy members, though I'm not a huge fan of VlogCandy itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or two ago, I watched a video on how to solve a Rubik's cube by Pogobat a.k.a. Dan Brown. I can solve one now, but have recently revisited his videos. I like them, they're more focused than those of other channels. You'd have to see them to know what I mean but I like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a few elite on Youtube who manage to create videos and attract a following. I suppose in that sense that would make a follower. I hate that, but if that's how it is, then that's how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my last birthday, my eighteenth, I asked for a video camera. Honestly, I haven't really utilized it yet. But I would still like too. Plus, I got a tripod for Christmas, so I better get to it sometime. (Heheh, just like that skateboard I got for my fifteenth.... I use that sometimesss). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's what I'm trying to say. The Internet is probably, definitely actually, the most prominent, characterizing, defining thing of this age. I'm sure it's influence must be exponential, growing everyday, and I want to be a part of that. Add something. Youtube is huge, and for anyone who has something to say, I think there's a place. So if there's one for me, I'd like to find it. That is if I can bring something original. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that leaves me with a camera and a fantasy... Tools I'm untrained with. Yet to be discovered and learned. For another day, hopefully not too far off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4655184698352254964?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4655184698352254964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4655184698352254964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4655184698352254964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4655184698352254964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/youtube-what-is-that.html' title='Youtube? What is that?!'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1617539120339340758</id><published>2010-03-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:47:30.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmph... can you relate to any of this?</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't post anything this Sunday. So I suppose I'll write something now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, my life is fairly boring most of the time. What to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there's a girl in my mind that I imagine I might like being? That is if I were someone different from myself. A very nerdy, simple girl. I imagine her spending lots of time in the library just learning. Someone who likes to write. Like - a lot. More than I ever have, and she dreams of writing a book to which I could relate. A regular person, as far as I am regular. Maybe someone like me would be a main character. And in those pages, my mind and thoughts might be more beautifully verbalized and explained. Almost poetry, but not quite leaving the realm of prose. Perhaps if such a book were written, an understanding of the usual could be revealed through the things unsaid. The day to day happenings might let what is raw be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover would be very plain, just the title on the side. Nothing to attract you to it. Yet, if someone should find it, a treasure would lie inside, waiting to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yuck, I'd hate to think I just made a metaphor for myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I like the idea of being a big reader. But I have yet to find a book to which I can relate. To a certain extent, I can't help but think that whether fiction or not, it would be a waste of time to read and not have your thinking changed in some way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on reality. I'm hooked on soberly building relationships and getting to know someone's 'character', if you will. Yet, there's still a longing to escape because the people in my life seem to just remain faces, rather than thinking persons with their own history, directions and passions. And once again, I'll come to the place where I can say I'm stuck. So that's all the conclusion you get out of me for now. I'm stuck and I have nothing else to add to that. Lest I should say something after this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Well, actually I'll leave you with this: I'm stuck but I still hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1617539120339340758?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1617539120339340758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1617539120339340758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1617539120339340758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1617539120339340758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmmph-can-you-relate-to-any-of-this.html' title='hmmph... can you relate to any of this?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6764806656329619697</id><published>2010-02-21T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:26:39.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays bother me.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm a allergic to Sundays. But here's the weekly thing that I write up that will get me mostly likely nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see inconsistencies. Gaps that bother me. I can't escape them. I can't leave them. Maybe they can be fixed. Changed. Maybe I can have a small influence in that direction. Though I don't know what that means in any entirety. I'm uncomfortable with how things are. Yet I'm thankful because I'd rather struggle every single week than choose the bliss ignorance gives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a place of molding. And I hope we all are. I hope we can all have a little humility. (sigh) I'm so broken. I do know what to do with what I see, but the sight is yet to change. O how I long. Yearning but just... nothing. Tears, hidden. I feel so pseudo-real in this longing for this authenticity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle because I know Truth, and I'm challenged. It challenges me. I'm faced with this insurmountable challenge that I can't deal with on my own. But I can't let it be the death of me. Never. Because it's Truth, and my life clings to it. I want to live and see something great, see joy overflowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I'll count the little things as grace, because that's exactly what they are. One more breath. One more happening to give hope. Hoping. A risk of it's own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God, give me the grace to have faith and to move. Words to speak, and a time to speak them. People with whom I can speak and trust. Someone who shares this vision. Peace, never to excuse apathy, but know that You're timing is good and perfect. Help me to learn to wait on You, and to know You. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6764806656329619697?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6764806656329619697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6764806656329619697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6764806656329619697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6764806656329619697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundays-bother-me.html' title='Sundays bother me.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-614454833731116812</id><published>2010-02-14T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:19:31.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish people could see...</title><content type='html'>I'm just so sick of waiting. And no, this isn't Valentine related even though it's the 14th. I'm not talking about the boys. Whether they ever come or not, at this time, I really could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of the same thing I always thinking about. I'm sick of waiting for something to change because I feel like no progress is ever made. Every time something looks like it might hold possibility, I hope. My heart hopes and longs, and then gets let down. The waiting is very, very hard, and the worst thing is that I have no idea whether waiting is even what I'm supposed to be doing or if there's something I could be doing or saying or being that would better help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, something to pray about I guess. I'm just so sick of waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-614454833731116812?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/614454833731116812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=614454833731116812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/614454833731116812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/614454833731116812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-people-could-see.html' title='I wish people could see...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1968463299975198680</id><published>2010-02-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:04:15.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serjury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revisit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ga'/><title type='text'>ummmm bball girl visit. conflict.</title><content type='html'>If you can recall, because I can't exactly, I some post some time ago about me not understanding some girl at a gym night... one of those who girls who you just don't really click with but kind of always around in your network of friends type of deal. I forget what it was called my apologize. I think the tone of it was in frustration, though the goal was to sound anything but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know the details but sometime recently, she's very in to sports, she was playing a basketball game and one of the girls on the other team did some cheap shot move to get her out of the game, which actually took her out for the rest of the season. Whatever it was that happened, she had sergury on her right knee just shortly, maybe a week ago or a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't know how it would turn out, because I don't think she really likes me, but I went to her house to visit her. Brought her a balloon saying get well. And we talked for a little while and stuff, just me and her. Her and I. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me though, is that she talked to me then like I have never heard her talk with me before. Like it was a super nice little visit. And I like to revisit because she won't be doing much for the next three or four months. I just don't get it though. Really just don't understand how it all works. How she can be one way when different people are around and act so then kindly when it's just us, so that I'm left with these two conflicting images of her in my mind. Not that she's unkind in any situation but rather just distanced in the one. I feel like they both can't be true but I don't know what to make of it. Maybe from her perspective I'm just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A revisit is definitely in order though. Maybe I'll bake something for the second visit. Either way, I love her. It's just one of those things. She's a sister in Christ, and I just can't help myself. I'd so love to know her better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I heard Lady Gaga's song Bad Romance. I've heard it before but I had a better chance to listen to the words tonight. I've gotta admit the tunes a little catchy but I'm really unimpressed with lyrics that went something like 'I want your ugly, I want your disease as long as it's free' Just no. I won't have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1968463299975198680?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1968463299975198680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1968463299975198680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1968463299975198680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1968463299975198680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/02/ummmm-bball-girl-visit-conflict.html' title='ummmm bball girl visit. conflict.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6809274202463908781</id><published>2010-01-30T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:08:43.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working on a list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Still to do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-perform a well thought out spoken word poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get into the practice of videoing life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make use of the gifts I've been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-learn to do good cartwheels (or even semigood ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-visit at least five of the states, at once if possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-live in the city for a year, or maybe just six months... we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-support &lt;a href="http://www.thepinkcross.org/"&gt;the pink cross foundation&lt;/a&gt; as in seriously join it or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so it's in progress, but I just wanted to get it started tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6809274202463908781?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6809274202463908781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6809274202463908781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6809274202463908781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6809274202463908781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-on-list.html' title='working on a list.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7168042112134339731</id><published>2010-01-24T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:54:48.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone simply pleasant</title><content type='html'>this weekend was c&amp;c snocamp weekend. very refreshing. like one new breath of good air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this weekend. at c&amp;c. there was a band. a band i would say is too popular to be playing at a weekend thing like this was, but they were there. i won't tell you who they were. i'll keep that a secret for myself. i'll give you a hint though, they've been touring with the newsboys lately. maybe that gives you an idea of where they're going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very cool thing about them is that, i would say, they are very down to earth. yesterday when dinner was more or less coming to an end. i took my orange juice and went over to their table where they were sitting and got to hang out with them a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also had orange juice of their own. so i think of that time as having an orange juice with them. y'know, we were having an orange juice together, and then i spilt mine of course. how embarrassing. the bassist who i was sitting beside helped me clean it up. it was a little funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that point, he and i talked for a while. it was so simple. he was just so good to talk with. it's not like we spoke as if we had always known each other but it was just good. so good. like he's the kind of guy i'd want to get to know and be best friends with. i heart him. i really, really liked him. i have no way of practically reaching him again now. unless i want to be a creeper and go to the their next concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could've had my picture taken with him yesterday. i didn't though because a lot of people were and i felt like it wouldn't be special in someway, plus i figured i could get one today. but things don't always work that way. it's like my biggest regret of the weekend now, but i suppose that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not even like anything of significance happened. it's just he made me smile. even when i think of him now. i don't know. i just know i wish someone like him could be a part of my life. *sigh* so i'll wait. at least he gives me hope. in some sweet, innocent kind of way. maybe even some naive way, i just love him. and i simply had to write something to that point here. sorry. &lt;3 this makes me sound like i'm five. what can you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7168042112134339731?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7168042112134339731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7168042112134339731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7168042112134339731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7168042112134339731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-simply-pleasant.html' title='someone simply pleasant'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7723848508238924742</id><published>2010-01-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:40:39.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized...</title><content type='html'>I just realized that this evening, when I came to post something new, I was really only going to end up posting something old. Anything I could write would only be reiterating my last post. But more strongly. I am hurting deeply; this heartache is paining me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those Sunday things lately I guess. And I guess this really just means that things aren't well but I don't know what to do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago, emailed my pastor saying something that had my last post at the heart of it, though it was less revealing of my thoughts. I haven't heard back from him yet. Basically, there is a deep lack of fellowship in my life right now and it's absolutely killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not be mistaken. God's grace is here, and I know it. I can see it even in the small things. Just like the way I was able to have a really good laugh this evening. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7723848508238924742?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7723848508238924742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7723848508238924742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7723848508238924742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7723848508238924742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2519177676566843311</id><published>2010-01-10T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:46:14.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to clean my room today.</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn't be writing now as this computer is continually a distraction, and there are things that need to be done. However, this continues to be the place where I can leave my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've commented on this a little before, so I'll just say this that I guess I've just entered in to that stage of life when some of my peers are getting married. And it's a little weird, especially considering that I found out today that the guy I sort of liked half a year ago is now engaged. I'm actually really happy for him though because I'm sure she's absolutely a jewel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's really on mind is the church. As it always, whether I feel like I've got my Christian walk on or off, as I suppose the alternative is. I just have this dream, this vision, of how wonderful things could be if we just lived as though we actually were one. Not that it would make life any less difficult. It seems like whenever I'm not doing well I never have anyone to share my difficulties with and it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A church should be less about the events and activities that it does and be more focused. We're supposed to live a life of worship to this God who authored the only true good news. That good news of Jesus Christ alive is the foundation for which we are to build our whole lives on, and out that should come this attractive lifestyle of love. It's supposed to be lived together but I'm just not seeing it. It's hurts that this isn't what I see but hope needs to be held out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel very disconnected. It is a grace that I can count people in my mind who I can talk with about this. And even further a grace, that they would mostly likely understand what I'm trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should anyone read this, doesn't matter when, who has a relationship with Jesus, please pray over this matter. Pray for local churches that are visible to their communities and who testify as a witnesses to the gospel. Pray that the church would be devoted to knowing God's Word and upholding it as truth because in it there is salvation. Pray that the church would continue to learn to love its members like Jesus loves his bride, and that through this many would come to know Jesus as Lord. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, now I'll start simple by just getting in to the Word, cleaning my room and just maybe I'll snack on something in between. I'll try and post something if there's any news on this topic but that's it for now. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2519177676566843311?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2519177676566843311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2519177676566843311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2519177676566843311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2519177676566843311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-going-to-clean-my-room-today.html' title='I&apos;m going to clean my room today.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6338004186231868369</id><published>2009-12-26T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:47:33.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering in Awe</title><content type='html'>The following will sound, at first, like this post is all about my money and finances, but you'll see that it's really about how sometimes you just need to stand in awe about how good God is. About a month ago I bought my macbook, which I'm typing on right now. But it was actually my dad who paid for it on his credit card, and then I'd have to pay him back when the bill would come, which is about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, as in the winter time, McDonald's get slower, which leads to getting less hours. At least for me. I can't speak for anyone else. But none the less, there's a debt that needs to be paid. $3,300. That's for the computer, plus insurance, an iPod, iPod insurance, accessories, back up hard drive, and I'm sure other things as well. Now I know that that's a huge number, but I've been saving since like I first started working. I'm not a lunatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been saving, but coming up to the time I didn't know whether I would be a hundred dollars short or something because of the loss of work time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when I get paid I'll get a pay stub explaining how the amount deposited in my account came to be the number that it is. This is basically always every second Thursday, but this last time it was a day earlier. I think it had something to do with the day that Christmas fell on. I don't know how it works. Anyways, I didn't get a pay stub, it wasn't available when I asked for it, so I don't know how it happened but the last one was more than I think I've ever gotten at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After figuring out what I would give for a tithe, and transferring amount I've budgeted for the computer (my savings account), I looked at both my checking and savings accounts and saw that God was very good. I could write a check for 33 hundred to my dad and still have $25 in the savings account (enough to keep it open), $100 in my personal account (a solid amount to just have as back up or personal expenses, whatever they may be). And that's without considering the $115 that I've ended up with in my wallet after this Christmas. That's exactly what I need to go to snocamp next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you've missed it, I see grace written all over these numbers. My life is utterly dependent on grace, all the time. Especially because honestly, I am just a far cry from anything close to perfect. Really. Perfect people don't need grace. I think this is more clear when you get to look at my devotional habits. It's just bad, not good. Many areas as well, but I'll just mention that one for now because that's what I feel hurting me the most. Also though, indecisiveness is another thing. In this entry, I don't know have enough words/energy left to really write about it. But I'm thankful for grace. Financial grace. Spiritual grace. Life grace. Grace all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to even say anything more because it just feels like so much work. But next year is always on my mind of the late. Do I go to college next year? Do I stay home another year? Do I even have enough time left to get a decent portfolio together? If I stay home another year, will that make it harder to go the year after? What am I even doing? Purpose? What is that? Does that have more to do with talent or passion? Does it matter? Shouldn't a person career or job be in sync with a person's purpose? Will people look at me as a failure if I don't go this next year? Can anyone one relate with this? No doubt, but I still have to face these questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just copy and paste an email I sent to three people: my pastor, a very good friend who's about 20 extra years of wisdom packed into her than me, and another friend who I'm beginning to know and trust increasingly more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy y'all, haha, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking about going to some college for graphic design, which I guess seems well enough. I think that if I could put the work into getting accepted, then I could do fine with whatever the program offers. But I don't know, I can do well with art, and when I try I can even do really well. It's just that I'm really not all that passionate about it. Looking at other work and appreciating it is different than making the stuff yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what I love most. I love getting into the heads of other people and learning how they think, why they do the things that they do. I don't really know if I can go anywhere with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to apply and try and get a portfolio together to keep my options open but I'm not secure in going in this direction. I feel like there's been way too little prayer over such an important matter. I really don't wanna waste loads of money and like three years of my life, if it's only to put another tool in the bag and leave me nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asides from getting a bigger pay check I don't see any reason why going to college is any better than staying at McDonald's.  That's the other thing. I don't really think that I want to stay forever but at least for the time that I have now I really do love working there. I like it a lot. I love the people, I love being able to work as part of a team with them. I love how it's hands on. It's not boring, especially when it's busy. I've been able to build relationships with the people that I work with and even some of the regular customers. I know that [at least some] people can see that I'm different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one girl, Robin, I don't even know what to say. There was some 'are you a player?' quiz in the paper and I got to say something about how sex is for marriage. And she hates this other woman we both work with, and every time it comes up I try and say or communicate something to the point of loving people if they don't like you. I even think that just by not using the same dirtball language she uses, she's noticing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I'm a Christian and I've tried to talk to her about Jesus once.  She's been asking that'd I'd tell her about stuff that comes up at church, like events and things. I don't think she's interested in Sunday stuff, at least not yet. It's hard though, because there's really nothing for the college and career age group right now. She's 22 and wouldn't exactly be able to fit into the youth group scene. I told her about sno camp but she said she wouldn't be able to afford it. Could there be some kind of guest discount? Maybe I could pay the rest of the way if she still couldn't afford it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just one person I love.  Then there's Hong, and Christina, and Jessika (sounds like Yessica, she's a Christian too), and lots of others too. I love them all sooo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to what I was trying to say. God's given me something really good here. And when I say that I'm thankful for being here, it's more than just being thankful for the pay check it lets me get. There's so many opportunities and I just don't want to give it up for some shaky idea in my head because it's the thing people are supposed to do. Does any of this even make sense? Is there anything to what I'm saying, or what am I even trying to say? I'm just aching for purpose and I feel like I have more purpose here than I've had anywhere.  But I also want to be wise. I really just don't know anything, feel free to shed some light on the situation, if you want. If there's anything inconsistent or wrong in something that I've said, please talk with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I think. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reread it. I hope that there's nothing in there that shouldn't be on the Internet. I guess the whole thing shouldn't be up, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor's the only one to reply. He wrote "Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Read your email, happy to talk, but want time to pray about a lot of what you wrote first.  Give me a call in a couple of days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't called him yet. I've been busy with Christmas stuff but have every intention to talk with him as soon as possible. I'm very thankful that I have a pastor who wants to pray for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expanded my thoughts on this earlier tonight, without writing them down. Nothing terribly profound though. No answers. And, by the way, this is related to what I had first began to write at the beginning, because first of all, no one thing in my life is isolated from anything else, and secondly, seeing the numbers work out before me is tangible evidence that God is in control, strengthening my faith that He has plans for me. And they're good; I have reason to hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to see how things will work out. But one day at a time, right? I should really be ending this soon so I'm not dead tomorrow. I'm at my grandparents house tonight, and just in a general way, my Papa said something like, "What we can't do today, we can do tomorrow, and what we can't do tomorrow, we can do Monday, and then again the next day." And I continued "And so on and so on". And then I thing he said something like: "But the important thing is that we get enough rest today, so that none of us gets sick". Then I wondered to myself whether that could be considered metaphorical or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I amaze myself with how long some of these end up being, I want to make the slightest effort to recapture the thoughts I was thinking earlier. If I don't, they'll be, at least mostly, gone by the time I wake up tomorrow. I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next year is the thing at hand. Is McDonald's a waiting room or a home. I see problems, or uncertainties about going through with graphic design. I'm hesitant to call them doubts, but they may as well be. The biggest one of course being passion or lack therefor of it for it. Though I love where I am for the moment and know that it is very good, I just can't see it as home forever. So then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I touched on it in the email. "I can tell you what I love most. I love getting into the heads of other people and learning how they think, why they do the things that they do. I don't really know if I can go anywhere with that." And that's like the tip of the tip of the iceberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will quote from the movie Avatar "I see you". I love that movie btw, though some things trouble me about. I need to see it in 3d. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that to everyone. To strangers, to friends, to lots of people. I don't feel clever enough in this moment to describe all the people I wish I could say that to, but just lots of people. So let me explain what the quote means. "I see you", in the land of Pandora, they say is more like "I see into you", which to me comes across as "I know you" or even possibly as "I love you". That's to me, not to everyone, because that's just how I understand it. I would love to see everyone when they pull away their masks. I would love to see everyone see me with mine pulled away, and who they would be if our interactions were determined in complete independence of image, social ideologies, insecurities, stuff, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm tired. I've been tired for a while now. I know there's more there, but it's not even coming out as well as it was coming out in thought a few hours ago. So I'll pull the pull on this little thing for now. Maybe work on the thought more tomorrow; it's important to me. Work it out on paper, then maybe do some copying. Somehow how things just turn out better on paper when I have energy than on here ever. And now my music's starting to replay. Kill me now, eh? I want to talk like that. I wasn't even planning on coming on here.... And the title makes no sense with everything that's been written rather that the earlier thought. Oh well. I'm not changing it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6338004186231868369?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6338004186231868369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6338004186231868369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6338004186231868369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6338004186231868369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/12/pondering-in-awe.html' title='Pondering in Awe'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-701284345502204315</id><published>2009-12-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:45:07.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Notebook</title><content type='html'>I like books. And I also just like the idea of pen to paper. As opposed to a keyboard hooked up to a computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get together the some kind of notebook that fits my needs but at the same time not be overly complicated. In some way I'd like to have it organized to fit these five general groupings: sketches, poetry, thoughts, extended thoughts (like journals, or just longer thoughts), wisdom. Maybe, also just an others section too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions or potential contributions to material that could be kept in there, your ideas are welcome. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-701284345502204315?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/701284345502204315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=701284345502204315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/701284345502204315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/701284345502204315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/12/notebook.html' title='A Notebook'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3422155484954185584</id><published>2009-12-07T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:24:42.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life First for Me</title><content type='html'>Wow. Today I was on Facebook. Wrote something in my status. A friend commented on it and I clicked on him to check his profile because talked to him in a while. The last time I actually saw him was when he stopped in to McDonald's a while ago. But anyways, I immediately went to his relationship status, to see if he and his girlfriend were still together or not because two of my other friends broke up because of post-secondary education turkey dump type thing. When I look to it, he was listed as engaged. Not really a shock because of who they are, but still a shock. A life shock, like wow, people my age, the first two that I actually know myself, are already engaged. He said that it wouldn't be for like another four years when they're finished school or whatever, but he was happy. ...She's not his girlfriend anymore, but rather his fiance. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have separate, unrelated thoughts now to put on paper. Very rough thoughts. Unorganized thoughts, that first need to be sorted so I can have a clear view of the direction they're going - taking me. I think that if I can do that I would like to get them typed and posted. Until then, I can tell that pregnant women amaze me. Just pregnancies in general. Growing beings inside a womb. And what disgusting things abortions are. I'll save anything else for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3422155484954185584?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3422155484954185584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3422155484954185584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3422155484954185584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3422155484954185584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/12/musings.html' title='A Life First for Me'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2730516368717535650</id><published>2009-12-02T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:05:13.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Vlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHT0h229XDg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHT0h229XDg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-now-vlog.html' title='I Now Vlog'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1703027442721263871</id><published>2009-11-27T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:46:46.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>I miss this place, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1703027442721263871?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8868529422755957911</id><published>2009-10-12T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:07:01.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This might turn out sad.</title><content type='html'>And I might be too tired to write. I might not have the time to finish this before myself prescribed bedtime of 10 o'clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. First of all I just want to congratulate Dragonfly. So far I have not heard any news. And for the moment I would like to just consider that irrelevant, even though it's not, because she's amazing and this pregnancy thing has done nothing but add to that, and I love her. I pray all is going well. I expect her to be born by the time anyone reads this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for this, though, was simply that I'm giving up the idea of marriage. I"m eighteen, I'm single, I've never had a boyfriend, I'm a virgin, there's nothing wrong with me. That's probably too much to put out there, but true none the less. And yet I'm giving it up. I'm giving up the idea of children, and therefore also my dreams for sex within a marriage relationship, the way God intended it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my reasoning. It's too big for me; it's out of my control. Men are the ones who are meant to pursue. I suppose there are things I could do to draw more attention to myself. I suppose I could become more flirtatious, or this, or that. But I just want to be myself and that's who I would want whomever to be attracted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I just don't want to put my hope in some future relationship just to be let down if it doesn't happen. I know that there's a time to give and to trust and to risk getting hurt and I think that's just fine. I'm just talking in general though. If I live to be in my 80s or 90s and no man is ever attracted to me, I don't want to feel like a failure because this dream never comes true. Whether I get married or not doesn't change my worth. Same thing with children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only choice is just to give it all to God, to Jesus. He is my dependency and my hope, and I am His bride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out of my control whether I get married or not, whether any man I find pleasing should take interest in me or not. So my hope is in Jesus. I don't know if I'll ever be able to shut down the search system or my awareness of who's coming and going in my life, or stop thinking "maybe?"... Even if that would be best, even if that's what all this means I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I desire relationships. Relationships of all kinds. I especially just like spending time with my church family. If perfect community and love could just happen there I truly believe that a desire for a spouse wouldn't be so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I would really just like to a few really close friends girls and/or guys who would just be willing to play a full game of Monopoly with me. Or just make some fun youtube videos with me. Or get involved in something outside of the church with me to draw outsiders to Jesus. At present, that's what I want more than anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day that what my marriage will look like, but if it never happens I'm ok with that. Good on me. Though I can't recall it now, I know there's some passage in the Bible that says in essence that if you can bear not getting married then don't get married, but if getting married is all you can do to stop yourself from burning up in sexual passion, get married. Obviously, like any other living person, I have sexual passions, but I'll never let that control me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more thoughts that I just can't seem to put together to make sense. I've reached my bedtime. So I'll close by just saying that for as long as I have the freedom of my independence, I'll enjoy it and be thankful for it. Should I get married I'll enjoy and be thankful for the gift of being able to give to another person and enjoy married people things. Either way, Jesus is God, He's in control, and all praise and thanks will forever be to Him. Amen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8868529422755957911?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8868529422755957911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8868529422755957911' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8868529422755957911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8868529422755957911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-might-turn-out-sad.html' title='This might turn out sad.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2135082013411596587</id><published>2009-09-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:06:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwlright-</title><content type='html'>So I wrote a poem. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Titled: An Invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;You stand at great height&lt;br /&gt;The flight down-&lt;span style="color:#002244;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;steep&lt;br /&gt;Do not step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now focalize, seek the land&lt;br /&gt;So use your eyes, grasp it's shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you many routes&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely, choose one&lt;br /&gt;Move forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;You stand at such great height&lt;br /&gt;Where your journey&lt;br /&gt;Your labour&lt;br /&gt;Is to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be all but stationary&lt;br /&gt;When your feet move&lt;br /&gt;Your journey begins&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;Do not pass me by-&lt;br /&gt;My sloping sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your place-&lt;br /&gt;Touch my luscious green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find my flowers-&lt;br /&gt;Visit their beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover yet&lt;br /&gt;With passion&lt;br /&gt;Discover yet&lt;br /&gt;Discover yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;Palpate my shadows&lt;br /&gt;Though dimly lit&lt;br /&gt;I have cool walls&lt;br /&gt;Stumble if you must&lt;br /&gt;This is my entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search me out&lt;br /&gt;For my sloping sides&lt;br /&gt;They are deep with longing&lt;br /&gt;Search me out&lt;br /&gt;Or please step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpate my shadows&lt;br /&gt;Come crawl in&lt;br /&gt;Please-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#002244;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;Find this jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;I am a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#002244;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;I am a cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#002244;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;Delve&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#002244;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;Treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I so please you&lt;br /&gt;Build your house&lt;br /&gt;If you so know me&lt;br /&gt;Make our home&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O man&lt;br /&gt;I simply query&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever&lt;br /&gt;Ever pass me by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2135082013411596587?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2135082013411596587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2135082013411596587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2135082013411596587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2135082013411596587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/09/awwlright.html' title='Awwlright-'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1731096548198617516</id><published>2009-09-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:44:30.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad.</title><content type='html'>I miss everyone. Maybe it's childish, but I don't wanna blog if no one else is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone cares to check this blog and wants to know. This year I'll be working at McDonald's, saving money. I might go to school for web design next year. I love my church and that's about it. I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1731096548198617516?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1731096548198617516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1731096548198617516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1731096548198617516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1731096548198617516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6221890653396420272</id><published>2009-08-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:27:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the heck of it.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna give you my review of the Time Traveler's Wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you know nothing at all about it. It's a romance. And I'm not all that into romances. That doesn't mean I'm going to be all biased or whatever. But this'll be my report, take it with a grain of salt. And I haven't read the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pause good song is playing right now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm back. I don't know where to start. The whole time travel thing makes perfect sense to me after watching that movie. Perfect golden sense. But my sister who saw it with me didn't feel the same way. And since that's somewhat important to understanding the movie I'll try and quickly explain it as I see it. There may be other ways of explaining it but I think this fits everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) All events (past, present and future) are set, meaning that they can't be changed by someone moving through the gears of time. &lt;br /&gt;2) Every person has a normal birthday, death-day and years in between. Eg. I'm eighteen now, the age that I am naturally right now. (Normal) This rule includes time travelers. &lt;br /&gt;3) Time traveling basically means to leave your "Normal time", what we think of as the present, to another time. &lt;br /&gt;4) You can time travel more than once at the same time. This would happen like this: If I were a time traveler my eighteen-year-old self could time travel to 2 years ago, but also at the same time my 48-year-old self could travel to the time when I would &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;ly be eighteen. &lt;br /&gt;5) Rule #4 can sometimes mean that there would be two ages of the same person alive at the same time. This might be hard to understand. Here's the scenario: So the 18-year-old me goes to the normative 16-year-old time, and if the 16-year-old version wasn't timetraveling when I got there, there would be two of me. Understand? You can look at like this. The normal time is the home time. Timetravelling means leaving the home time to visit another time. You go as a visitor, a guest and the host-age version of you could either be there or not depending on whether or not they are time traveling sometime else. &lt;br /&gt;  So if the host of the home time is there to greet you when you leave your present home time as a visitor by time traveling to them, there would be two people as yourself during that time who are different ages. This can play out into a lot of different situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best I can do. I hope that makes a bit of sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to say about the movie? Um, okay. So the movies, called the Time Traveler's Wife. I found that having that the movie followed Henry (the time traveling husband) wherever he went, that the focus on him was over done. I think the balance to it all was off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time in the movie when he was gone for two weeks after they married. And I'm not sure that I can say that I recall seeing anything about the wife during the time. Just her being upset when he got back. I think that they might have just glossed over her by showing her cleaning or working for like two seconds. In that time there was so much potential to dive into her character. They could have shown her having a conversation with a friend expressing how she felt, rather than just leaving it to the audience to guess. It's not like we can have a conversation with her ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do see quite a bit of the marriage though, the good times and the bad times. Different important events. [SPOILER, not really but kind of] The birth of his daughter and his death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OK, SPOILER'S PAST] In the end, I thought to myself "Okay, pretty good movie. Interesting scenarios and what not. I guess that's as good as it gets for a movie, what more do you want?" (Yes, I do talk to myself) But in that thought there's the idea that movies can only take you so far into a story is there. I really think that movies have such potential to be great with an equally good idea. So I'd label this movie average. I think it lacked character depth beyond the events that were shown on the screen. I buy movies that I think are trully great, and that's a rare thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would I watch it again? If somebody else bought it on dvd when it comes out or paid for me to go to the theatres with them, I would see it again. I wouldn't, however spend my personal money to watch it again. I might be interested in reading the book, but I find it hard to take time to read fictional stuff, and again - the money. I won't spend my own on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality/modesty? Well, it's rated PG-13 and it's about a marriage. They have sex undoubtedly. Later on they have a daughter... so, y'know, it happens. In one of the first scenes they have sex before even marrying. The guy hardly knows her though she's known him for like her whole life. But that justifies nothing. As for what you see on screen, both naked butts but no breasts or frontal reproductive parts. So yeah... I wouldn't let 13-year-olds see it. My brother's 12, I wouldn't let him see it a year from now, definitely not because of this content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some cursing and violence, though sadly that's somewhat expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like the movie though. Pretty good. Maybe a 3.5/5 for how much I liked it. After seeing it though, I just wanted to come home, grad my Bible and read some real romance about Jesus Christ and His bride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated after thought: Is Winner's only a Canadian store, or is it in the States too? I got a great Billabong sweater that I'd never be able to afford in an actual Billabong store or West 49 or wherever Billabong stuff is sold. Winner's is a liquidation store, what would I do without it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6221890653396420272?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6221890653396420272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6221890653396420272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6221890653396420272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6221890653396420272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-heck-of-it.html' title='Just for the heck of it.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8851310049037639103</id><published>2009-08-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:04:10.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I should go for more walks"</title><content type='html'>Ahh too funny. I haven't been to my home church all summer but today I went today. The guy that I've mentioned a couple times saying that I like (two years older, strong Christian leader - pastor in training, body builder) - I still like him, he gave the sermon today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my mom's friends, a woman in her 70s who never married, very nice ladie, she drove me home. She was talking about how he was so great. He spoke really well. And we were talking about him for a few minutes or so. She asked me where he lived and I told her that he lived on a nearby street. She told me I should go for more walks. That I should stop letting my mom walk the dog all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny. Clearly she meant I should get to know him more because he's a good guy, which is exactly what I want but she doesn't know that I like him. I'm asking God to arrange things so that I can marry him. But more than asking for a husband when I'm eighteen or even a boyfriend, what I'd like most to have with this man right now is a good solid conversation about church. I'd like to know what his plans are and what he hopes for when he goes to plant church. But he's a solid guy and I'd like to get to know him better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I have an interview tomorrow. I applied for an intership with MBC/Fair Havens. All the references and things got worked out. I wrote a bit about this in my last note. But yeah, if anyone reads this before tomorrow, if you could be praying that the interview goes well tomorrow. But more importantly that no matter whether the interview goes well or not or whether I get in, that my trust remains in Jesus for my purpose and for this coming year, for a future spouse, and whatever else might come my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is on my mind. That's all folks! You can go home now. Seriously. OK.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8851310049037639103?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8851310049037639103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8851310049037639103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8851310049037639103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8851310049037639103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-should-go-for-more-walks.html' title='&quot;I should go for more walks&quot;'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-959616369230064261</id><published>2009-08-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:53:46.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawburry17'/><title type='text'>bit of a word</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd just leave a quick update date for y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from the cnc canoe trip on Monday. Four days long, lots of fun. Now I'm hanging around home, trying to go through the application process for an 8 month internship with two Christian camp type places. Getting accepted would also mean going to Costa Rica in January for month. So I'm hoping and praying. But I still need to finished apply and getting my references in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. Pretty much the first time a quick update has been "quick". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just a thought... Am I the only who things having a vlog would be super cool? I got a video camera for my birthday, so I suppose it could happen. It would require creativity. Sounds fun. Check out Strawburry17 on youtube. Just found her today on there; she seems pretty neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-959616369230064261?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/959616369230064261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=959616369230064261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/959616369230064261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/959616369230064261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/08/bit-of-word.html' title='bit of a word'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1392856999057616691</id><published>2009-07-22T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:13:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost Georgian, but not really</title><content type='html'>So anniversary week was this past one. I spent most of it with 10 crazy Georgian relatives of mine. If I've counted correctly, there was 16 people all living in my granparents' house with two washrooms with only one having a shower. I really don't see that part of my family enough the last time I saw my oldest cousin who is now 30 was six years ago. Now her children that I knew are much bigger and she has a new baby girl (she is so cute!!! absolutely adorable - 10 month old and one of the most beautiful [headbutting] babies I have ever seen, without being bias of course...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so I did some research on google to find what her kids would be to me and they would be my first cousins once removed (not second cousins). I can't really explain it well over this blog why but the "removed" part comes from the fact there's an extra generation seperating her from the common ancestors (my granparents). There's 2 for me and 3 for them. Their children will be my first cousins twice removed. Well, I guess you can look it up yourself and figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't see them enough of them. Seriously they're such great people. I played Settler's of Catan/Cities and Knights/Seafarers too many times. (If you like stragety games, they're the best board games you can find!). I went to the park and played freeze tag almost everyday with my cousins. I'll tell you a funny story about one of the first nights when I finish this little list. I played a number of games that forced the creativity out of me with one of my cousin's 7 year old daughter. Ummm. Lots of other stuff. Not having a TV and a big family is fun! I had my first Boston Cream this week, they're good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story. Twas probably the Tuesday I think. We (meaning me, my siblings, 2 of my guy georgian cousins, and their oldest nephew and niece, hope that makes sense) were at the park playing freeze tag. It's getting late and my brother's trying to ambush me into getting tagged, when one of my cousins who we'll call Josh, realized that he got a gash in his toe (smart of him not to wear shoes) and was bleeding. So we leave the park. Josh's nephew is the first to get home who exclaims to all the adults at home "Josh is bleeding Josh is bleeding!" His mother, Josh's older sister, who we'll call Rachael jets outside still holding her youngest calling for her "baby". I, thinking she was freaking out the entire time we were at the park about her daughter being out, reply "I've got your baby!" (because I was walking with her - we were tight). But instead Rechael comes running to Josh and tells him to get on her back. So he gets on even though it's just a relatively minor cut, and she's trying to run back. I'm watching the whole thing and decide that I could be help and try to pick up Josh's feet, resulting in them both falling to the ground. Thinking she had just been pushed cries out "Who did that?!" At the time, I was trying not to laugh because I thought it was hilarious but nobody else did. Amongst my surpressed laughter I apologizingly admit to it. I actually apologized many times through out the week. Her bruised knees kept bring the subject up. But after they fell she realized that it wasn't as serious as thought and walked the remaining 20 feet. Joshy got some booboo juice and a waterproof Joe Jonas band-aid later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've written that in a way that sounds funny but I couldn't couldn't stop laughing the entire. One of my other cousin is a practising comic, maybe if I were him I'd be able to tell it better but he didn't witness the scene. (Andrew Duvall, I haven't seen the videos but apparently he's on youtube, though not his best stuff. It might not all be clean, he's not a Christian so far as I know) I guess it was more the expressions and the whole rediculous drama; I guess you would have just had to have been there... :S I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly in my mind, I really want to get to know my cousin Rachael better. I'm drawn to her in a way that perhaps a youger sister is drawn to an older sister. But I can't tell you for sure since I don't have any older siblings. I just want to know her better. I'm intrigued by all the things I could ask her about that I don't know about her. 11 years ago she was in a similar situation to Dragonfly. Unwed and expecting her first child at nineteen. Fortunately, God blessed her with a man who married her and accepted both her and her son. But for example, I could ask her what it was like to go through that or being married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the bunch left to return home my sister and I were chatting with her while I was giving her a back massage (people tell me I'm good) and the whole thing was just very good, like it wasn't just meaningless banter, I got to know her better from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also just nice because it was late at night and her three children were in bed. I love them all and their southern talk so so much but sometimes it just seems like her attention is somehow always taken by them. And sometimes, in those moments, I'd wish she could just take a brake from parenthood and give me some attention because we only have the week together until at least another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying that she hadn't been able to get any good rest that week because she'd been worrying about our Papa and how her parents would react if the dreaded news were to arrive ever so shortly after the 60th anniverasry. The following day she credited the good rest she got to the massage I gave her, but I told her that I had prayed that God would give her rest. So I'm thankful that she got some much needed rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost went back to Georgia where I would've been able to stay at her house to help babysit or pack for her family's new house they're moving to and I would've been able to have more one-on-one, face-to-face conversations with her. That was my parents slammed reality in to my face telling me that I simply didn't have the money to get back... They simply weren't willing to let themselves spontaneously go into dept for the adventure of my life. They also wouldn't let me go into dept to them for it either, but I don't think they're honestly to blame. I'm an adult now. I have to gain independancy one day. I have to be able to provide for myself one day. And doing that wouldn't really help me out in the long run. The sense is all here, although the fun was in the thought of going. But not really. Getting my hopes up was fun like getting all pumped to hear your first joke, anticipating the punchline and then having the comedian die right before you hear it is fun. Rather disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the actual anniversary was very good on Saturday the 18th. I served food. My Papa got to dedicate his great granddaughter, Rachael's youngest, to the Lord. There was probably 3- maybe even 400 people there. And the whole thing was very beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shortly now, a note on camp. I called one of my friends who went, asking for the report. ........And they had no kids. I'm not joking. The community that had planned to come cancelled, so they essentially did PR work in the city to get a good name out for Eagle's Cove by doing day camps in different areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned is that you should never think that you know everything about any situation when bringing it before God in prayer, and that all plans belong to God and that He's big to handle any given task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I really have to say right now. Quite a bit, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1392856999057616691?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1392856999057616691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1392856999057616691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1392856999057616691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1392856999057616691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-almost-georgian-but-not-really.html' title='I&apos;m almost Georgian, but not really'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7229129994398050321</id><published>2009-07-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:37:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Week</title><content type='html'>Hey so, this is the beginning of the week of camp for my friends who are going up to Thunder Bay. If you guys could just be praying that God would do some really great things up there whenever you think of it, much thanks to youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'll be at my grandparents. I get to see all my cousins together again. I'm so excited!!! I love it when we're all together. But another prayer request - my Papa had mini stroke recently so his well being is something of concern, espescially before the anniversary. Pray that he would get better please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a video camera which I'm super excited to start using for cool things. I've just kind of been playing around with it so far. I wanna do some video journals - that sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now cool story. When I had finished grade 1 I moved with my family to where I live now. But I always remembered some of my friends from kindergarten and grade 1. I found one of them on facebook like a year ago and was disappointed to see who he had become because it's the total opposite of the kind of friend I would want now. I remember him being fun, smart and creative (and honestly wanted to marry, when we were in grade one). But he's just different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I find my gr1 class photo. Recheck his fb page. Start looking through some pictures and find the kindergarten photo and tagged was one of my other friends who's last name I couldn't remember. I decided to add her and we've been chatting and I would definitely call her a Christian based on what I know. She's an Egyptian, (how cool, right?) so she's of the Coptic Orthodox "brand" I'll say. I think there's a few minor theological differences but Jesus is definitely Lord. So it's just really cool and I hope to keep chatting with her some more. She seems like a really cool person and as disappointed as I was about the first guy, I'm excited that I found her. Pretty cool... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7229129994398050321?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7229129994398050321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7229129994398050321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7229129994398050321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7229129994398050321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-week.html' title='Camp Week'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2526577027817703308</id><published>2009-07-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:39:03.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again :)</title><content type='html'>Hi. I guess I'm finished my fast now. I had originally planned on posting something for the first but that turned out to be a bad day. I've been away this past week living with some cousins. Went camping, did some cliff jumping, dog walking, campfires ...oh and some unplanned skinny dipping one evening before the sun even set(nothing happened, no one saw though). Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I'm out of the loop and have got some catching up to do in time. I was kind of hoping that Sam would have something new up.  but I've been learning a lot. I've got a really great C&amp;C group that I actually need to be getting ready to go to right now... but it's awesome, way closer to what church is really is supposed to be like and I absolutely love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be posting more, summer can get a bit inconsistent but you know, I'm 'round. Feel free to check up on me if you wanna hear from me and you haven't. Ummm. I've really got go turn off my stove. So ya I've miss you guys, thanks for the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2526577027817703308?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2526577027817703308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2526577027817703308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2526577027817703308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2526577027817703308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again :)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-636830465860104924</id><published>2009-06-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:28:02.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast</title><content type='html'>Tonight at C&amp;C the Spirit of God did something very, very big that shows promise of much more. I learned a lot and I have much to learn. But I'm going to be taking a fast from the blog for a while so I can really really just focus on God during this time. I can't say how long the fast'll be but I'm not just ditching or anything like I did before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big things, my friends, God has very big things planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-636830465860104924?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/636830465860104924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=636830465860104924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/636830465860104924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/636830465860104924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/06/fast.html' title='Fast'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2460934180229753681</id><published>2009-06-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:18:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah...i like a boy. same one as the last one i mentioned most recently a while ago. probably the guy i've ever considered most seriously before. but i really need to focus on jesus. and i want to talk to him more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2460934180229753681?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2460934180229753681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2460934180229753681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2460934180229753681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2460934180229753681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6543345935781710149</id><published>2009-06-06T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:11:43.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Camp Email, I'll Tell You</title><content type='html'>Here's the email I just sent. I figure there's no harm in just giving them to you to do what you like with them. The week they'll be up is the 12th through 18th this July. I didn't write it, but you could also be praying for safe driving because it's a 17 hour drive. Both ways. Thanks, you guys are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: prayer requests for camp&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2009 11:53:50 -0400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General (all very important!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-testimonies&lt;br /&gt;-teamness/togetherness&lt;br /&gt;-teaching&lt;br /&gt;**the kids!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie - kitch/ music/ crafts&lt;br /&gt;Pray for small groups &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti - floater&lt;br /&gt;Pray for kids coming to know Jesus as LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alli - wide games/ lifeguarding/ music&lt;br /&gt;Pray for her to be willing to give up her time regradless of tiredness when needed{selflessness}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey - music/ everything&lt;br /&gt;Pray for her WELLNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki - counselor&lt;br /&gt;Pray for relationship building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones - maintenance/ driver&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him to be a good example &amp; light by God's strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - general help/ maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Pray for health (diabetes) and growth in personal walk with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence - maintenance/ fishing/ paintballer&lt;br /&gt;Pray for his energy and strength and being a good example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino - head cook/ kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Pray that he would show love to the kids, that he would be a good listen for the kids to open up to and that he would have no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gord - counselor&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the building of relationships, that he would be sensitive to the Holy Spirit, and that he would be a good example and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry - sub counselor&lt;br /&gt;Pray that there would be less fighting and that people would see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi - speaking/ chapel&lt;br /&gt;Pray that she would follow the LORD's leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys could all be praying that I could pray for you faithfully that would be awesome! For the people who weren't there on Thursday, feel free to email me with anything you'd like to have prayed for. Oh yeah, and Jodi, could you email the small group material and the stuff you'll be teaching on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, and all the glory goes to Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6543345935781710149?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6543345935781710149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6543345935781710149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6543345935781710149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6543345935781710149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-email-ill-tell-you.html' title='Camp Email, I&apos;ll Tell You'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3977825596083900228</id><published>2009-06-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:17:52.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was prom.</title><content type='html'>And I didn't go. I had no problem with that choice. I have friends I could've gone with but somehow it's just not that big of deal. My mom seemed to think that I must've been lonely, for not going to prom and all. Nope, that wasn't the case. Yeah, I don't know it just wasn't a big deal to me. I don't know. Not my scene. Most of my peers are probably partying on some beach right now and they'll get drunk tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I think my feelings towards it all are rooted in my feeling towards all of highschool - I'm not crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more important news. Whether I've told you or not, I'm not going to Thunder Bay this year but I'm just as much a part of the team. There was a meeting on Thursday for it and I've committed to praying for the camp, the staff, the campers and anything else to do with it hardcore that week and prior to it. The people there are so important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you the same things I told my friends going when I asked for their prayer requests (ooo reminder I needed to email those today to them...). I'm not the best pray-er so if you guys could be praying that I would continue to be praying for them, that would mean so much! If you wanna get further involved in praying, then please ask me. It's just harder because you haven't met any of them. By the way, these guys are the ones that get me stoked for God everytime I'm near them. I really love these people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3977825596083900228?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3977825596083900228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3977825596083900228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3977825596083900228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3977825596083900228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-was-prom.html' title='Yesterday was prom.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3269552538562679344</id><published>2009-05-29T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:35:09.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh thoughts!!!</title><content type='html'>I have too many of them... Lots of praying. Lots of learning. I need to make a few calls to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There just so many people to be thinking about and I don't know how to grasp the different things that are all happening, which in one moment can feel like nothing if I should choose not to act on it. Different opportunities are coming up relationally. As in notices of the women's Bible study potentially starting next fall are coming out and I really want to get involved with that but I've had no success in contacting mama scooch who's starting that up.&lt;br /&gt; I just got a friend's new phone number today that I've been trying get for a while because show up to church in a bigger while than that. I need to call her as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;  Then there's one of my sister's friends is being harassed by a girl a couple years older than her who's seriously dangerous. I've invited her to youth. I would like to see her come out soon. And see both her and her harasser come to know Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;  Then there's youth that was really strange tonight because there was so many of the younger one and hardly any older ones. It's like I really am leaving the high school scene or at least that general age group by the end of this year. But I'm going back for another semester and I'll still be in town for all of next year at least. So I've been thinking. Well at the last servant's board (the youth leadership) meeting my pastor Chad was talking to the gr12s graduating that if we could we would be welcome and he'd be more than glad if we'd still come out next year to be leaders for the gr8s coming up next year. And there's some pretty crazy gr8s and I know I won't be able to do it on my own strength. I think, in general, it would be a very cool opportunity but I'd die sooner than I'd be able to or want to do it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;  My friend I need to call would be a great role model for the them and would have a great influence if she would come out again. She would have a huge influence on the younger girls.&lt;br /&gt;  And maybe I'm hoping for too much in all of this but I think it be cool to get some kind of prayer thing with the C&amp;amp;C girls going on for the summer.  I really really need something like that right now. That I can just trust and talk to and pray about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly than all of those things, I just want my focus to belong to Jesus and Jesus alone. I really want to grow in him so badly. Hmmmm. Just take His beautiful name in and love it. Love Him. Breathe Him in, let His Spirit being the driving force in what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother's birthday is tomorrow. We're going to see the movie Up tomorrow. I'm super excited for it! I really big fan of pixar fans.  Ooops. You know what I mean, I'm tired. I might give a review of it. Goodnight my friends, I hope you're all doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3269552538562679344?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3269552538562679344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3269552538562679344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3269552538562679344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3269552538562679344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-thoughts.html' title='Ahhh thoughts!!!'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5907640292753647944</id><published>2009-05-25T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:05:50.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my book</title><content type='html'>I wrote this on Thursday. A thought that caught me. I wanted to know what you guys think about it. I thought taking pictures would be faster than typing it up but I don't know if it was. Click to make them bigger if you can't read them. (And then zoom out because it'll be really big)Hope my writing isn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsOfndSWQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Md1qozDKi0Y/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339877719508408578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsOfndSWQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Md1qozDKi0Y/s400/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsRD49iMAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_4hzA7mX5Ls/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339880541705613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsRD49iMAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_4hzA7mX5Ls/s400/PICT0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339879565563548082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsQLEjIUbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/50sE9v5rTYA/s400/PICT0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsR0bikNBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0M65qjJi0rs/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339881375621461010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsR0bikNBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0M65qjJi0rs/s200/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And why not take a picture of myself at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5907640292753647944?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5907640292753647944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5907640292753647944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5907640292753647944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5907640292753647944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-my-book.html' title='From my book'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/ShsOfndSWQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Md1qozDKi0Y/s72-c/PICT0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-624185862394635277</id><published>2009-05-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:25:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE GOT SOME SICK FOSSILS!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today. This morning feels like yesterday, but nonetheless awesome. It started out good and pregressively got better. I went on an field trip with my Earth and Space class. Got some fossils in the morning. In all the years, my teacher's ever done this trip, I was the first one to ever find a graptolite fossil at the quarry we went to. I tried tading it with my teacher for a really awesome trilobite fossil he found but that didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a huge chunk of green feldspar. The pink stuff's really common but I think the green stuff's quite rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went caving in the evening. The best part. By far. Me and two of my friends Logan and Mark went so far down in this one cave. It was awesome. Probably like 30m down. We didn't even have time to fully explore it. Logan called it the Narnia Abyss. We definitely saw Aslan. There was still some ice at some of the bottom of the caves. So much fun. If you ever have the chance to go caving take that opportunity my friends. Unless your claustrophobic. Or pregnant... (I'm assuming that that wouldn't be a good idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the school at 8:30 where gym night had already started. I got to see more people back from school. AHHH! Good day. One of those friends was in the same class a few years ago so she knew exciting and fun this was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really dirty but it was so worth. I even I dirty boogers. I needa go take a shower and have a good night's sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-624185862394635277?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/624185862394635277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=624185862394635277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/624185862394635277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/624185862394635277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-some-sick-fossils.html' title='I&apos;VE GOT SOME SICK FOSSILS!!!'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5803138507221017130</id><published>2009-05-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:26:14.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys...</title><content type='html'>I'm whining. I want you guys comment on my stuff, poops. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top three performed tonight. Kris. Adam. Gokey. Tomorrow should be a very interesting results night. All of them performed superbly. Adam consistently always has the best vocals but Kris is my favourite. I really liked his version of Heartless by Kanye West. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like him and yiou read this in enough vote for him because I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5803138507221017130?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5803138507221017130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5803138507221017130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5803138507221017130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5803138507221017130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-guys.html' title='You guys...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1956431612928198331</id><published>2009-05-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:50:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>I don't know where my life is going. I just don't know. I feel like all of my relationships suck. It's like all I know is theory and I don't know how to apply it. Sometimes I feel so socially retarted. I don't know where to start. .................................... Well I can tell you I hate the question "What are you doing next year?" Why does everyone assume you know where you're supposed to go? I'm not gifted in any one specific thing that could lead into a some kind of career for which to pursue education. I'm all over the map. The only thing I really care about is people and the church. That doesn't lead to anything could really do later on though because I'm a woman. I wouldn't mind one day being a leader for younger girls or something but I don't seem to naturally attract followers. Somehow I think that's important. But maybe that's just the way things are with my peers. That also won't lead to a job. Except for the fact that I kinda need one, I really couldn't care less. It's just an obstacle and I hate it. I don't care for climbing some stupid ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just find someone with a similar aim to do life with. I know I'm still so so young, but should ever come... I'd love to use the opportunity be a godly and supportive wife, good mom, and be involved with other excited involved people of the body of Christ. That would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused with everything though. I know my focus really needs to be Jesus, it's just hard with no friend to encourage me on regularily and consistently. I know, I'm more sure than anything that Jesus needs to be my Focus, but again, it truly feels more like theory sometimes than real life because I don't know who I can turn to to simply be honest with at anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it also looks like I'm not going to be going to Thunder Bay this summer. I think I've gone over what the alternative is. I guess that's fine, whatever. It is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who don't play major roles in my life right now that now, that each important to everything I'm thinking about in general but there's just too many to mention. One, specifically, is Larissa. I haven't talked to her in quite a while and I don't know how she's doing. If there were two people I could have know Jesus right now she would be one. The other would be my writer's craft teacher, who is unsure about different "religious" type things. I wrote her a letter in a chain of events but she hasn't responded to it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watever. It's late and my music's playing quite loud. That's not good. I need to go to bed. I'm willing to hear any wisdom that's founded in God's Word. I just don't get why anything is the way it is. And why I feel so far off from people and whether or not that's my fault. There's always the push and pull of wanting and not wanting to be cut off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1956431612928198331?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1956431612928198331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1956431612928198331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1956431612928198331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1956431612928198331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/sucks.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8589693199378295957</id><published>2009-05-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:07:23.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Kids, for a lack of a better title</title><content type='html'>Here's an update on how things are up in my northernly situated life. It's a follow up to what I wrote a few posts earlier which included the word protest in the title but was hardly about protests at all. (If you haven't read it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was one of the best I've had in a while. I can't recall what I did Friday evening but I can assure you it was nothing of interest. Really boring, for sure. Saturday, I did a 5k walk in Toronto in support of a group called Light Patrol with Youth unlimited. They're involved in doing stuff with the homeless. They're really cool. I don't know if it got mention but in October (considering the date probably not), I went down for the day and actually be involved in what they do. It's an awesome group. As a note to my Sami, that would not have happened if I hadn't read the IR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire walk I got to talk with one of my friend's who just finished her second year of university.  She's was a really good friend in gr 9 &amp; 10 for me, and still is a good friend. That was really good. We talked mostly talked about the environment, evolution (which we both agree is crap for a lack of a better word), and science in general, because we are honestly very cool like that. I love her. And I like her a lot too. Both important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to see Morgan yesterday! Home from being way out in Alberta and Montana! I simply can't explain the feeling I felt seeing her walk in late to church, sitting in the front row, while I'm singing a song but wanting to jump on her and give her a massive hug. If you know the feeling than you know and that's all there is too it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other Sunday evening my church does something called SNACS. We sing praise songs and pray at different people's houses. Yesterday we also did communion there. That was really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that as long as I have friends in college I will mention their return home around this time of year. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as far as what I wrote in the other posts goes, it's up and it's down. The way I feel depends on the day and the people I see and interact with. The general feeling towards the church is still there but I'm not acting on it. If you wanna be praying for me in that, you are awesome. Unless God has revealed my situation to somebody else, some other people, probably no one else is praying for me in that area. But hey, I'm a teenager. Am I not allowed to be somewhat depressed somewhat of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bigger struggles with that is how I lose motivation and find it difficult to open my Bible on the days I feel really low and out of it. Usually that leads to more days like that. Lately, I've been learning how God really wants my attention and for my focus to be on Him. I don't know if in my situation it was or wasn't but it might've been a pride thing in distracting myself from the Word. As if I have the strength to get better by leaving God out of the equation. Right now I'm just gonna go through Isaiah and see what's there for me to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you could be praying for is for me to have discernment in whether I should be going to Thunder Bay for camp again this year. It was really awesome last year and I learned a lot. This year my dad's parent's 60th is on one of the lasts days and I can't make it home in time to do both. They're both important and I wish I could do both. I also wish my parents would just tell me what to do because that would be biblical at the same time as easier for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don't think I have anything else interesting to say. I'm really exhausted. Oh, and since I'm giving ya stuff to pray for, um, I'm starting my geologic time unit in my Earth and Space course. I'm going to be taught the whole billions of years deal and evolution. It's already started today. So, I guess you could just being praying that God would use this opportunity to strengthen my faith. And whatever else you can think of. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8589693199378295957?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8589693199378295957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8589693199378295957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8589693199378295957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8589693199378295957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/05/college-kids-for-lack-of-better-title.html' title='College Kids, for a lack of a better title'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7457010078463254621</id><published>2009-04-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:55:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm an Idiot</title><content type='html'>I forgot to go to my driver's ed lesson during my spare today. I've felt dumb the whole rest of the day. And now I feel dumb for posting a the title I did on the last one. But what's done is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7457010078463254621?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7457010078463254621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7457010078463254621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7457010078463254621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7457010078463254621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-im-idiot.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m an Idiot'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6828761602458535321</id><published>2009-04-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:47:59.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dfly Ain't the Only Prego</title><content type='html'>(P.s. don't forget to scroll down to and read the other newer posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/Sfd-lTkbBII/AAAAAAAAAGc/eBse80wRh8w/s1600-h/larsonbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329867863389570178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/Sfd-lTkbBII/AAAAAAAAAGc/eBse80wRh8w/s400/larsonbabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How's that for an attention grabber? I'm not pregnant but I just found out today that a friend of mine way out in Saskatchewan is. She's only 21 right now, but I'm really excited for her. I'm sure she'll be a great mom; she's always loved kids. I made her this graffiti thing for her wedding in August of '07. (She got married really young!) One of the things I've ever put the most effort and time into, though I could probably do better now. She tells me that it was the best gift they got. I took some pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDkoAywII/AAAAAAAAAGk/f4e2XrE472M/s1600-h/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873349255544962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDkoAywII/AAAAAAAAAGk/f4e2XrE472M/s200/DSC01648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDk12keTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vfCqghckMbA/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873352970762546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDk12keTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vfCqghckMbA/s200/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDlIpXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/e9bcxv5gowQ/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873358015644498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDlIpXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/e9bcxv5gowQ/s200/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDlSpx3kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HXsOa5EJwx4/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873360701742658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfeDlSpx3kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HXsOa5EJwx4/s200/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm looking forward to seeing her when she comes home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Dfly, if you want I could do something graffiti for you. I don't know if you'd be willing to send me address or not, but if you are I'd love to draw it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6828761602458535321?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6828761602458535321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6828761602458535321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6828761602458535321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6828761602458535321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/dfly-aint-only-prego.html' title='Dfly Ain&apos;t the Only Prego'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/Sfd-lTkbBII/AAAAAAAAAGc/eBse80wRh8w/s72-c/larsonbabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6818163596728265302</id><published>2009-04-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:26:47.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><title type='text'>Some Really Great Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfdKPzFW7XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m0EER4J0XiU/s1600-h/drawrobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfdKPzFW7XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m0EER4J0XiU/s400/drawrobots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329810319287446898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6818163596728265302?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6818163596728265302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6818163596728265302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6818163596728265302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6818163596728265302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-really-great-insight.html' title='Some Really Great Insight'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfdKPzFW7XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m0EER4J0XiU/s72-c/drawrobots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-442414307472115732</id><published>2009-04-27T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:41:16.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='york region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antiracism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antibullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black for jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><title type='text'>kdlasdjflkasjd........ umm, Protest? (&amp; more)</title><content type='html'>It seems like haven't been saying much lately. So thanks for checking on me even though I haven't had anything to say. Or at least know how to put into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share with you something I wrote on Saturday and is still very true right now. First a poem type thing and then stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't drag me into to your system&lt;br /&gt;i am empty&lt;br /&gt;i need directions but i missed 'em&lt;br /&gt;please God, i need some wisdom&lt;br /&gt;i like a boy but i may never kiss'im&lt;br /&gt;again, i reject this system&lt;br /&gt;i am empty so i am dry&lt;br /&gt;like a cupbut&lt;br /&gt;the drink's effects&lt;br /&gt;not evident&lt;br /&gt;i am thirsty&lt;br /&gt;i am lonely so i am empty&lt;br /&gt;i have no Body&lt;br /&gt;let the world move on without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to write what I'm going through. I'm incredibly lonely and disappointed. I'm continually discouraged when I look at the church and how it's done. My desire to pull away and just quit gets greater all the time. The only thing that keeps me from doing that is that I would be the biggest loser in the world to do that, because I know that what is taught is real. Jesus is real, but if His church is supposed to be any kind of community, it fails horribly [from my perspective] Nothing is set in place to develope and encourage that, and I am continually left on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy I like, mentioned in the poem above is J_____. One of the main reasons is because he wants to do church planting. He's really just a maybe but I'd like to chat with him about that sometime. Not to mention, he's friendly and well-built. But whatever, the latter of that is really besides the point. "May never kiss 'im" has to do with the fact that he may not be the one, if any, I marry, since I vowed a long time ago not to kiss until I get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... how does that sound? Am I doing ok? I still hope things will change and get better, and in that, if you looked deep enough there is a slight excitement. The above is presently way more prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfZdpszo1EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iVUKerFVdlk/s1600-h/khsprotest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfZdpszo1EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iVUKerFVdlk/s320/khsprotest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329550180023325762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a completely different note, I took part in a protest today at my school. Pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this grade 9 Asian kid had been bullied for just about the full year. Then the one time he told the bully to say whatever he was going to say to face. He did (which was very rude, but I don't know exactly what it was) and he also punched the Asian guy a couuple times in the face. He punched him back and broke his nose and the bully had to go to the hospital. His hands were supposedly considered weapons because he's had some karate training something like that but he was acting in defence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could follow all that, the result was that the victim would be expelled... because that's what you're supposed to do with kids who send other kids to the hospital. We were protesting for Jack (the victim) to not get expelled when if anyone were to get expelled it should be the bully for provoking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we stood for anti-racism and anti- bullying. The theme, chant, slogan or what you will was Black for Jack. Almost everyone wore black. I rushed in the morning and didn't get a chance to grab something black, so I borrowed my friend's somewhat gothic black jacket. I was so cool. That's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped first period. We got a lot of media attention. The local paper. Also, the Toronto Star, A channel news, and I think maybe CTV. Some people stayed out all day but they were the ones who just wanted to skip because our purpose was accomplished after the first period. They ruined it a little bit, and I think they also may have gotten the guy who planned it a suspension. That's about the most exciting thing that I know of that's ever happened in my little town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more follow this &lt;a href="http://www.yorkregion.com/article/91107"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm the upper half is more important than the second, although stuff. Hope you're all doing well. I'm reading all of your posts though I may be slow to comment sometimes. I've been less of a total Internet addict lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-442414307472115732?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/442414307472115732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=442414307472115732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/442414307472115732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/442414307472115732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdlasdjflkasjd-umm-protest-more.html' title='kdlasdjflkasjd........ umm, Protest? (&amp; more)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SfZdpszo1EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iVUKerFVdlk/s72-c/khsprotest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7332167884429115826</id><published>2009-04-11T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:31:10.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poop</title><content type='html'>I changed my mind. I don't care enough to write anything. And I'm tired so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7332167884429115826?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7332167884429115826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7332167884429115826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7332167884429115826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7332167884429115826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/poop.html' title='poop'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-774376689675145459</id><published>2009-04-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:44:15.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tut, Tut! Looks Like Snow!</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning to find snow outside. In April. I know I live in Canada, but despite the stereotypical images probably implanted in your minds, it's April. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was there snow in the morning but also snow all day. It's probably still snowing now if I were to look. Some people had a snowday today. Unfortunately, I didn't, although I suppose that's ok. I wouldn've snapped a picture for ya but I've been really tired today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up a bit too late last night because I was thinking about Africa (I don't think a day has come yet when I haven't thought about it... probably because it wasn't snowy there. I'm kidding), decided it was to late to do my homework and woke up early to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that something weird happened to the Earth's orbit and now it's winter again somehow. Or the sun finished its 11.2 year sunspot cycle and we've gone into a time with no sunspots and were having a mini ice age like in the 1600s. Yes, I like showing off my earth &amp; space knowledge. I had the opportunity to mention that our Sun is of the G2 class in my Sunday school class. Google "OBAFGKM" if you want to know more about that. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I keep thinking is that if it really is April, then the snow must be warm. I don't know. My whole system's really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less snowy note, here's a music video I just finished on flash. It looked much better on flash, but it's better than nothing. Enjoy, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qa8YfgzZTYo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qa8YfgzZTYo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-774376689675145459?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/774376689675145459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=774376689675145459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/774376689675145459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/774376689675145459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/tut-tut-looks-like-snow.html' title='Tut, Tut! Looks Like Snow!'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3258112775806052749</id><published>2009-04-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:57:48.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>Starting with no brilliant intensions&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my pen to scribe &lt;br /&gt;Memories of the trip are fleeting &lt;br /&gt;Grasping to hold on &lt;br /&gt;The faces, names, smells&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream it's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;Gasping&lt;br /&gt;Where is the friend I made?&lt;br /&gt;When will she be home?&lt;br /&gt;When will I be home?&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is yet to revolve twice&lt;br /&gt;But yet a thousand years may be gone &lt;br /&gt;"Always remember your past,"&lt;br /&gt;A secret once told me&lt;br /&gt;"It provides great instruction"&lt;br /&gt;"Never go back"&lt;br /&gt;Against my will, I move forward&lt;br /&gt;An impossibility&lt;br /&gt;A mystery&lt;br /&gt;Angainst my will, I am backward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is for sleep&lt;br /&gt;Time should pass that way&lt;br /&gt;My hope is not seen&lt;br /&gt;I hope my hope is quick&lt;br /&gt;I hope my hope is soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary is the fixture&lt;br /&gt;Almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote this. No editing. So if it sucks that's why. blah blah blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3258112775806052749?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3258112775806052749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3258112775806052749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3258112775806052749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3258112775806052749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2549926412124129483</id><published>2009-04-01T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:16:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life right now</title><content type='html'>Grade 10 literacy test tomorrow means I get the day off... at least the morning. And I would just take the whole thing off but I need to go in the afternoon for media arts. But at least I get to sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm so hungry. It's not my stomach though, it's hunger to know God's word better. I want something deeper there. I wish I could eventually know the whole thing and know exactly how every story points to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time the only time I've really spent in the word has been getting to know 2 tim. by memorizing it. And I got the third chapter finished. But it's gotten harder to find the time to recite it and keep it fresh and there's a longing for something new but I don't really know how to study it deeper. I want to. I'm a bit fearful that I'll forget what I've already learned but I'd rather know what it all means rather than just having a bunch of stuff memorized. That is important though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand some exciting stuff is happening. A prayer has started up now, just very recently at one of my friend's houses and it has tons of potential. I went yesterday for the first time and it was very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may be getting a another(new/first?) accountability partner. Well, she's a friend and known for a long time but not very well, so it be cool if this worked out well. I have different friend where there's some accountability between us but it's never been her title, and it might be considered more of a mentoring role. Great people indeed for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe a combo of the prayer group and this developing relationship could maybe, hopefully, could sooner than later bring abnout a girls group like the one there was in grade ten....  those are just my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2549926412124129483?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2549926412124129483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2549926412124129483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2549926412124129483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2549926412124129483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-right-now.html' title='life right now'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6896870480530230145</id><published>2009-03-27T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:48:09.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusing</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't the greatest of days, but it also wasn't the worst either. It's weird almost like how things were when I went on that spiel. There are just some people I don't understand at all. That I do love and would absolutely love to understand. It's nothing that's said. It's just there in the way things are done, in their personality or something. And she thinks she's so cool. And I'm not. I really don't think she likes me. Other people who either like or are indifferent to me think she's cool I'm sure. Anyways, whatever. It's doesn't upset me, and it's not new. I just don't understand. She's like a puzzle and I never see her guard let down. But maybe that's how I look to her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6896870480530230145?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6896870480530230145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6896870480530230145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6896870480530230145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6896870480530230145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/03/confusing.html' title='confusing'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7268588976120764749</id><published>2009-03-25T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:01:11.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This really pointless to post</title><content type='html'>I was going to write some lame boring post about nothing for all practical purposes. But now that I've read some of y'alls posts this will be the most irrelevant thing of your life. But the thought did strike me so I'll post it anyways. I'm serious though, you can stop reading now if you'd like. Do it, I dare ya. (but maybe tell me if you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the equation for circumference is always known as C=2πr, r being the radius of course, not that any of you are stupid. But how come it's never written as C=πd (d being the diameter)? It's simpler. But I guess if you're only given the radius to begin with, than it makes no difference at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, a waste of typed letters for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7268588976120764749?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7268588976120764749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7268588976120764749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7268588976120764749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7268588976120764749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-really-pointless-to-post.html' title='This really pointless to post'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6558399268712049133</id><published>2009-03-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:14:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something rather</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;i have homework still to do.&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of my march break.&lt;br /&gt;i did the in-class part of my driver's ed this past week.&lt;br /&gt;i still have homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;just good.&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;not great.&lt;br /&gt;but i have nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;it's been like this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i filled out an application for boston pizza today.&lt;br /&gt;i was away for the weekend and i could only make it to the job fair within the last hour and couldn't get an interview but i'm still hoping that my little application will get me a position...&lt;br /&gt;i like my fish a lot. &lt;br /&gt;his name's fred.&lt;br /&gt;he's not new.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;which doesn't necessarily mean i'm hoping for anything to happen&lt;br /&gt;i.e. i don't necessarily have a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;but i do like him.&lt;br /&gt;i watched the twilight yesterday but i really don't give a care at all for the series.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'd most definitely rather spend an eternity with Jesus rather than edward cullen.&lt;br /&gt;to see His face will be the most amazing thing. &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;my love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wayyyy distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6558399268712049133?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6558399268712049133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6558399268712049133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6558399268712049133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6558399268712049133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='something rather'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1652313994095716750</id><published>2009-03-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:28:41.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me Rewrite</title><content type='html'>I just did a big rewrite of my about me section on FB. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more about myself that I don't know than I do, but nevertheless, here is a brief summary of what I do know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into Jesus, but definitely not religion (yuck). Ask me about Jesus! He's really, really awesome. To say the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a commonplace book. I think it's really cool. When I finish filling out its pages, I might even let you read it. Depending on who you are, of course. There has to be a certain trust level there. Ask anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like being creative. One of my favourite feelings is the trill of inspiration when there is a realization of all the possibilities that could be done with the arts. I lose sleep over it sometimes. My latest interest has been poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big dream is for a community in love with Jesus who also love and know each other. It's one of my very greatest desires ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futhermore, I'll give you an honest answer if you ask me a question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1652313994095716750?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1652313994095716750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1652313994095716750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1652313994095716750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1652313994095716750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me-rewrite.html' title='About Me Rewrite'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7867301800912129898</id><published>2009-03-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:54:13.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken Word</title><content type='html'>This past week I went to a spoken word festival. And now I'm interested in spoken word type poetry, like a new pencil in my artistic tool box. But I really don't know how to use it and it's not a very popular thing so there isn't very much on the Internet or youtube about it. But I want to look into it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7867301800912129898?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7867301800912129898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7867301800912129898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7867301800912129898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7867301800912129898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/03/spoken-word.html' title='Spoken Word'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-358174533358991553</id><published>2009-02-23T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:45:08.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog used to be different</title><content type='html'>this coming weekend my youth group is going to snocamp. but i'm not. i've been telling people that i went to virginia and so i had chosen that over snocamp. and people believe that really easily. i'm sure i could've found a way to go if i wanted to but really i just don't wanna go. lately i've been feeling like i have no real friends in that youth group. it's like one big clique that i don't fit into. a large part of me continually wants to give up on them but i still do love them so i'm not ok with doing that. i feel like this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just an observation, this blog thing isn't quite the same as it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's probably partly my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-358174533358991553?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/358174533358991553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=358174533358991553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/358174533358991553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/358174533358991553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-used-to-be-different.html' title='this blog used to be different'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2332918095501144060</id><published>2009-02-20T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:44:58.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol (tag thing)</title><content type='html'>Here is what you do...Erase my answers and put yours in. Use the first letter of your name to answer ALL of the following questions. If the person before you has the same 1st letter pick a new one. You CAN NOT use anything twice, and you CAN NOT use your own name for the boy/girl question. After you are done, tag 5 people.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: Sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Shoemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Umm... sand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Seattle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Slept-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: you know it makes you wanna... SHOUT! throw your hands up and SHOUT! (Cheating perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Sandlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. An animal: Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A song title: "She Walked Away" Barlow Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A verb: Sing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda a joke for you SaM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2332918095501144060?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2332918095501144060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2332918095501144060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2332918095501144060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2332918095501144060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-tag-thing.html' title='lol (tag thing)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1383168219851323898</id><published>2009-02-16T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:03:52.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Also</title><content type='html'>One of my new friends that I met in Virginia is Josh Hughes, and he is a musician. So I've put his thing up on the side there and you can listen to his stuff. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/joshhughes"&gt;http://www.reverbnation.com/joshhughes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1383168219851323898?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1383168219851323898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1383168219851323898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1383168219851323898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1383168219851323898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/also.html' title='Also'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2991005788570323482</id><published>2009-02-16T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:16:35.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Virginia, I had so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2991005788570323482?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2991005788570323482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2991005788570323482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2991005788570323482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2991005788570323482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-from-virginia-i-had-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6822551341296167263</id><published>2009-02-10T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:41:17.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dropping</title><content type='html'>I'm dropping down to the States probably over the next couples days to do one of those university visiting weekends at Liberty u in ol' Virginia. Pretty exciting. I'll hopefully get to see cousin who attends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found this elvish writing on the Internet. I think it's originally from The Lord of the Rings but I think it's pretty cool. You can get all the deets from this &lt;a href="http://www.starchamber.com/paracelsus/elvish/elvish-in-ten-minutes.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Try writing some stuff out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SZH0ATiRmVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aotCbnO0Yms/s1600-h/elvish+writing.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SZH0ATiRmVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aotCbnO0Yms/s400/elvish+writing.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301286522472995154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for stuff going on in my life right now, I'm kinda bored. Not much has been happening lately good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6822551341296167263?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6822551341296167263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6822551341296167263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6822551341296167263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6822551341296167263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dropping.html' title='I&apos;m Dropping'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SZH0ATiRmVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aotCbnO0Yms/s72-c/elvish+writing.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8401939062732198726</id><published>2009-02-05T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:59:14.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Commonplace Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYtc-1q2hCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDUh6zeSWJo/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYtc-1q2hCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDUh6zeSWJo/s200/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299431621159978018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a show and tell today, I know I'm ini gr12 and I did a show and tell. That was in my writer's craft, and it was pretty fun. It's a good way to get to know people. I brought my commonplace book to show off, probably the most awesome thing I've made myself, a very good investment indeed. I also brought a binder full of letters from one of the boys I mentioned in an early post about my mom's diary, all written to her of course. One of the better show and tells, I think. There was like three people who only brought their iPods and some other girl brought a Tim McGraw CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, and this is a really big maybe, maybe when the book is filled I'll make another blog with the purpose of showcasing its pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8401939062732198726?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8401939062732198726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8401939062732198726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8401939062732198726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8401939062732198726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/02/commonplace-book.html' title='Commonplace Book'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYtc-1q2hCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDUh6zeSWJo/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8452933721400814535</id><published>2009-01-31T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:35:19.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mom song'/><title type='text'>The Mom Song (it's well done)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="192" height="118"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/9170134267059930065-8452933721400814535?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8452933721400814535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8452933721400814535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8452933721400814535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8452933721400814535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-song-its-well-done.html' title='The Mom Song (it&apos;s well done)'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3621686616678134788</id><published>2009-01-29T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:02:20.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYHs29Bu1iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GUeCU9_K_2k/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYHs29Bu1iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GUeCU9_K_2k/s400/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296775065603331618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this isn't my best work. I think it's ok but it's been smudged a bit since I finished it because I used conte and there's some weird spots on it for some reason. The graffiti on the bottom reads hope and there's also a cross mixed in there. Tell me what you think. Click on the image to enlarge it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3621686616678134788?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3621686616678134788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3621686616678134788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3621686616678134788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3621686616678134788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYHs29Bu1iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GUeCU9_K_2k/s72-c/PICT0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1850419548317862347</id><published>2009-01-29T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:07:56.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Guess what I found...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYG-WV6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAneHOv9v_s/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYG-WV6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAneHOv9v_s/s200/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296723927812333250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was searching for gum in my house. I was in my parents room when I came across my mom's old diary. So I snuck it out of the room and have obviously been reading it. She didn't write very much, or consistently, but it's from the early 80s when she was in her early 20s. I think. So far it's about boys she never ended up marrying and occasionally Jesus. It's pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading through it now. I feel like writing in it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading your diary mom. It was quite interesting but I'm glad you never married Fred or Mike (for the obvious reason). :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to write that but... I don't think I will... Hmmm, maybe I'll pick a random blank page in the middle of the book... for someone to find another 20 years later.... I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1850419548317862347?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1850419548317862347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1850419548317862347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1850419548317862347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1850419548317862347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-i-found.html' title='Guess what I found...'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SYG-WV6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAneHOv9v_s/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-8174528052403786013</id><published>2009-01-28T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:24:04.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home, eh?</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm at home right now. Bored. So, if you're in the same situation, feel free to draw a picture, the best you can do and put it on your blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I'll teach you about the word eh. It's a Canadian word that other people just don't seem to get. But I get it, so don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not a greeting. It's not another word for hello, hi, hey, howdy, 'sup, or any other word of that type. And you don't tag it on to greetings saying "Hi eh!" either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you basically do with the word eh is tag it on to the end of a statement and it becomes a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I'm in Idaho, it's just snowed and a friend comes over. You might say "It's cold out." A Canadian in that same situation could tag the word eh on the end making it a question. "It's cold out, eh?" And so what it does is it gives the other person a chance to respond, "Yeah, it is really cold", or "I guess, but aren't you Canadian? I thought you were supposed to be used to this stuff". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other examples... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That exam was really hard, eh?" .... "Nah, I studied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You totally nailed that triple kick flip thing the other day, eh?"  .... "Sorry, wrong gal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy's pretty good-looking, eh?" .... "Yeah, I just wish he were a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys haven't commented on my blog lately, eh?" .... "(Your response goes here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the idea. And I'm looking forward to seeing some good drawings soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-8174528052403786013?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/8174528052403786013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=8174528052403786013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8174528052403786013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/8174528052403786013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-eh.html' title='Home, eh?'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-858047198103662377</id><published>2009-01-27T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:05:12.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bummed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-858047198103662377?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/858047198103662377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=858047198103662377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/858047198103662377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/858047198103662377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-really-bummed.html' title=''/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-2361159711337595270</id><published>2009-01-27T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:57:25.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed</title><content type='html'>I finished my last exam well I think but I'm bummed because now that the semester's over one of my best friends is really moved out of town a couple hours away for good. We had three classes together and today might have been the last time I'll see if she doesn't go to prom at my school and my dad's yelling about something upstairs and I have a headache. Pppphhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-2361159711337595270?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/2361159711337595270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=2361159711337595270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2361159711337595270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/2361159711337595270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/bummed.html' title='Bummed'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4878754438610756947</id><published>2009-01-24T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:44:34.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Underoath'/><title type='text'>Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uin8Cphh1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uin8Cphh1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4878754438610756947?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4878754438610756947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4878754438610756947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4878754438610756947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4878754438610756947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-will-seek-forgiveness-others.html' title='Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3907225293608957522</id><published>2009-01-23T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:26:28.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>Exam Week and Me</title><content type='html'>Most people just review stuff during exam week. Well, I'm different, I've been learning. Especially yesterday, and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote two exams today: English and Math. And last night I found myself sitting on my bed, books in front, frustrated with myself because I didn't want to open them. Let me just grab my commonplace book so I can write some thoughts that I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really need to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have motivation."&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I could be a smart kid but I haven't demonstrated the skills. It really bothers me."&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't want to write about this. I really don't. I'm disappointed in myself and I want to say that I don't care to make it easier."&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I feel like I'd like to rip out all my notes and throw them away."&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the punch line: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking forward to the new semester because it means a new start for me. I can't see what there's left to do well this semester so I feel like giving up. I want to do well but I just can't see it"&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are some snippets in no particular order. You probably get the feel. I could've done better this semester and I'm disappointed with myself. And when I get my grades back, whatever they look like, I will need to take responsibility for them without excuses. And this responsibility thing was like an epiphany either late last night or this morning. And I'm thinking that line from Mxpx's song, "Responsibility, what's that? Responsibility, not quite yet! I don't wanna think about it. We'd be better off without it." But it's important, and I really really do care. Next semester is gonna be killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!!! Our God is a God of grace! I still have one more exam and kind of a three day weekend to ace it. Pray for me please. That'd be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3907225293608957522?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3907225293608957522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3907225293608957522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3907225293608957522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3907225293608957522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/exam-week-and-me.html' title='Exam Week and Me'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7652993328800038247</id><published>2009-01-23T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:20:59.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snail mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><title type='text'>New Letter, New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXpCCxuwtDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/httaNdN5YxQ/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXpCCxuwtDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/httaNdN5YxQ/s400/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294616927404078130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm.....&lt;br /&gt;yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter....&lt;br /&gt;from a friend....&lt;br /&gt;which I was very pleased about. &lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;Posts, to me are kind of like letters to me. &lt;br /&gt;So write me a "letter" if you feel up to it. &lt;br /&gt;And maybe title it Dear Miss Steph,&lt;br /&gt;if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7652993328800038247?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7652993328800038247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7652993328800038247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7652993328800038247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7652993328800038247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-letter-new-post.html' title='New Letter, New Post'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXpCCxuwtDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/httaNdN5YxQ/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-3328192895061651045</id><published>2009-01-21T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:09:12.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaceball Portrait</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try and draw this. There's so many ways I could be creative with art, but I love using my pencils best and I love drawing people. Hey, maybe if any of you have a good picture I could try to draw it. Just maybe, if I like it, they take a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXfGDtHhJHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D5whAmnnTkQ/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+1212009+73009+PM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917653950342258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXfGDtHhJHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D5whAmnnTkQ/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1212009+73009+PM.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mc_light/3087813729/"&gt;Original Photo Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-3328192895061651045?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/3328192895061651045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=3328192895061651045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3328192895061651045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/3328192895061651045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/spaceball-portrait.html' title='Spaceball Portrait'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXfGDtHhJHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D5whAmnnTkQ/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+1212009+73009+PM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6209377001412611073</id><published>2009-01-20T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:02:19.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>I know it's a really significant historic event, but I just don't care that much. I think it's somewhat overhyped. I just said it. I think Obama is overhyped. But I'm Canadian so maybe my opinion doesn't count as much. I know his skin is dark, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he's going to have superior presidential skills. And his great speaking skills don't either. I like him though; I think he's a good guy. But honestly, he's just a man like any other president. That's equality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXZkQ5klhEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gh1-fywanBI/s1600-h/hope.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXZkQ5klhEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gh1-fywanBI/s400/hope.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293528653515555906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puhhh..... I put my hope in Jesus alone to make change in America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6209377001412611073?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6209377001412611073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6209377001412611073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6209377001412611073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6209377001412611073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXZkQ5klhEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gh1-fywanBI/s72-c/hope.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1086020530297506305</id><published>2009-01-14T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:50:19.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picasa 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>venn</title><content type='html'>I'm only putting this up to help move a file to another place. I think it looks nice though, don't you? I used Picasa 3 from Google for the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXAR9ZLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/avdnpdy__UU/s1600-h/3circle+venn.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXAR9ZLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/avdnpdy__UU/s400/3circle+venn.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291749308588245906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1086020530297506305?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1086020530297506305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1086020530297506305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1086020530297506305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1086020530297506305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/venn.html' title='venn'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/SXAR9ZLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/avdnpdy__UU/s72-c/3circle+venn.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-6323399814941741475</id><published>2009-01-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:32:33.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new semester'/><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>I've got a project to work on tonight. (Yahhh! ... but not really). At least it couldn't be any worse than the guy I had to peer evalute today. My paraphrase: "Well here's my hypothesis but I'm not really going to read it to you or explain it. [next slide] This one-variable analysis shows that gr.12s have lowers averages than younger grades, so I'm guessing that because gr.12s have cars... [next slide] here's some graphs, pretty self-explanetory" He skips right to his conclusions, of which he has none. It was really hard to give him an evaluation. He was done in like a minute from beginning to end. 2 max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, big projects like these mean the next semester is close and that's what this whole post was supposed to be about. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-6323399814941741475?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/6323399814941741475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=6323399814941741475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6323399814941741475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/6323399814941741475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4856712571221784932</id><published>2009-01-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:06:16.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince edward island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.E.I.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dirt'/><title type='text'>P.E.I.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone ever think about that little island? What if one day it no longer exists because people drop by to take some red dirt and then leave? I personally have a small jar of Prince Edward Island sitting on a shelf in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4856712571221784932?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4856712571221784932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4856712571221784932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4856712571221784932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4856712571221784932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/pei.html' title='P.E.I.'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-5051694758695930032</id><published>2009-01-11T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:22:14.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s Disease'/><title type='text'>Alzheimer's</title><content type='html'>Do you think that someone who is more reflective or intrapersonal is a more likely victim of Alzheimer's Disease? If so I think I may be a likely target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-5051694758695930032?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/5051694758695930032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=5051694758695930032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5051694758695930032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/5051694758695930032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/alzheimers.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-4917600849135195095</id><published>2009-01-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:51:08.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Stuff, but maybe not boring</title><content type='html'>Everything's kind of terribly boring for me lately. I've gotta a couple culminatings due next week that I need to work on. Ooh! Have I told you what I'm doing for my art culminating? It's about cutting. On the right of the image I'll have a girl's right hand and wrist on the right of the image. Her wrist will be cut and bleeding. On the left they'll be another hand, this one Jesus's. His wrist also bleeding but not because of cutting but because of the nail driven through his wrist when he died on the cross. His hand will be reaching the girls. So both are bleeding and together at the bottom center on the image the blood will create a graffiti of the word hope. And because of the way I'm doing it, you'll also be able to see a image of the cross within the word. I don't yet know what I'll be doing with the background. Maybe just graffiti type graphics. I really need to get that figured out. I could just post my art on here when the semester ends. Then you'll be able to see it for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ok, so I stupidly chose to be the first one critiqued and bit scared, not that the art won't be good but because my friend Larissa who cuts is in that class and I haven't really told her what I'm doing mine about yet. I'm just worried because I don't know how she'll take it. You can pray about that if you want. I'm hoping that it'll have a good affect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another than that... umm. It like I keep getting bad marks back at school. I want to care but it seems like nothing's ever done about that in the way I organize my life. I really need to do a good job on my culminatings that are left and my exams. Yeah, I could say more but there's not really any point. Oh, and there's day called the lunar new year. It's right in the middle of my exams and because school's are allowed to do major holidays there is a normal school day in between exams! No one's going to go. I'm not. It's rediculous. How come my birthday is never considered as holiday? It's on the 24th of June. Some people at my school wrotes exams on that day last year. Tahnkfully I didn't, but c'mon it's St-Jean-Baptiste Day. Yeah, I should start a riot! Or something... Can anyone tell me who celebrates the lunar new year anyways? Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ordered the NASB Study Bible a couple days ago. My dad actually did for me but I'm really excited for it. Real leather, and it wasn't very expensive. When I get it I don't know what I'll study but I'm just gonna read it and read it and read it. And memorize it and make myself really familiar with it and be really knowledgeable and stuff. And hopefully that'll show through in the way I live. I want it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, ggirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-4917600849135195095?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/4917600849135195095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=4917600849135195095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4917600849135195095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/4917600849135195095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-stuff-but-maybe-not-boring.html' title='Boring Stuff, but maybe not boring'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-1777597857293243805</id><published>2009-01-02T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:45:04.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covenant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Life Right Now</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been a little bit out of the Word. Partly because of business, partly because I think I'm not being fed by my small group because we're doing a back to the basics thing with our church and I really want to get into something deeper. All excuses aside, it's really a shame for two reasons. First is that this is the Christmas break. So for me that means that I should be spending more time with God, not &lt;i&gt;less&lt;/i&gt; time praising Him for all that he did. I had a second reason, I know it... Secondly, when I read less I pray less and that just sucks. It affects all of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I could be praying for too. One thing that's been on my mind lately is one of me cousins. She's one of my favourite cousins to hang out with. Her family isn't Christian and she's 22, perfectly capable of making decisions for herself. After finishing the Christmas dinner we were sitting together and she got up. I thought maybe to get a drink from the kitchen or to go to the washroom or something. She came back a little while later and smelt of smoke. It made me really sad to smell that. She drinks out at parties and stuff and I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't a virgin either. (But I'm very glad I've been given no reason to believe that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sister, on the other hand, is an amazingly strong Christian finishing her last year at Liberty U. I bet she's praying for her and I want to be too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really want to be praying about the one dream I've really been given and hold on to. It's a dream of community for the church. Something like Acts 2. I'm dreaming of a place where people really know each other. Where our age doesn't limit those who we care for and spend time with. For a people that prays like crazy all the time. A place where there's trust and accountability. &lt;i&gt;Something&lt;/i&gt; like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a study on covenant and I want to get a new NASB study Bible as soon as possible. And I need to finish a painting for art class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-1777597857293243805?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/1777597857293243805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=1777597857293243805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1777597857293243805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/1777597857293243805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-right-now.html' title='Life Right Now'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-7022209048700807347</id><published>2008-12-21T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:49:13.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t know'/><title type='text'>Don't Know</title><content type='html'>I don't know about the Honor Academy. I don't know what I'm doing next year. In a lot of ways I think the HA could be a really cool experience for me but I don't know if that's where God really wants me. I know he can provide if He wants to but right now I don't honestly know where the money would come from. I'm thinking about staying back a year. Maybe to work. Maybe to go to school again for just one more semester. Do a co-op and one other course that interests me. Maybe psychology. I could have and would even like to have more of an influence and a focus for my church. Focusing on small groups and community or something. I don't know. In a way, I would be disappointed to stay home. I really like the idea of just trying something new, going somewhere I've never been before, being on my own for a while, surrounding myself with people who all love Jesus. I think that would be cool. Come back a changed person, but I really don't know write now. There are pros and cons to both sides. Another benefit of staying home would be being able to go to Thunder Bay again. Hopefully by then I would have my G2 and I could visit friends that live a little ways out more often. That'd be really nice. sdlfasdlfalsdflaskfdf... yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-7022209048700807347?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/7022209048700807347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=7022209048700807347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7022209048700807347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/7022209048700807347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-know.html' title='Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170134267059930065.post-9132558178572520191</id><published>2008-12-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:37:11.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Almost Here</title><content type='html'>It's almost Christmas! Here's one of my favourite Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xg_NtRN0-8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xg_NtRN0-8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other favourites include the entire All I Really Want for Christmas album by Steven Curtis Chapman and Mary Did You Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Christmas is more than a nativity scene, it's a celebration of the birth of the one who died for us all at the cross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170134267059930065-9132558178572520191?l=myblogs91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/feeds/9132558178572520191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170134267059930065&amp;postID=9132558178572520191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/9132558178572520191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170134267059930065/posts/default/9132558178572520191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogs91.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here'/><author><name>graffitigirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10214371661961664461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maUsSVAWqas/S95Q2JR-tiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rHxvv1VWtVw/S220/sittingonarock+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
