<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:58:29.732-07:00</updated><category term='soulmates'/><category term='articles'/><category term='fashion design'/><category term='animals'/><category term='polygamy'/><category term='funny'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='magic'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Dane Cook'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='Shawn'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='art'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Lulu'/><category term='hope'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='things he&apos;s sent to me'/><category term='LGBT rights'/><category term='truth'/><category term='travel'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='memories'/><category term='memes'/><category term='homosexuality'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='self-esteem'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='New Age'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='kids'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='friends'/><category term='my art'/><category term='Lexie'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='photography'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='goals'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='cats'/><category term='careers'/><category term='school'/><category term='depression'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='art school'/><category term='life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='websites'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='clinical psychology'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='weird'/><category term='fun'/><category term='horses'/><category term='ups and downs'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='love'/><category term='spontaneity'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>The Pensive Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>"I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream." -Vincent van Gogh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4469302916244031688</id><published>2009-06-25T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:53:28.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you don't mind about 80% of the posts being overtly crass, proceed.  But there are some real gems sprinkled in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;http://textsfromlastnight.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few faves.  I love picturing what the situation must have been to elicit these texts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; "&gt;(847): Update from family reunion: my aunt Janet once got her legs stuck behind her head. The fire department had to be called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; "&gt;(618): for our anniversary he stepped it up a notch and bought cool whip rather than the store brand. i was impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; "&gt;(228): Question: why is there a dildo glued to my kitchen table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;(805): Lonely and bored. Am I allowed to play Dance Dance Revolution by myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;(253): My goal for the party is to get everyone in a diaper. Reasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;(860): I'm sitting here watching a kid lick a basketball- where have i gone wrong in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4469302916244031688?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7042317483554383437</id><published>2009-05-01T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:48:10.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a poem for the swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like women who haven't lived with too many men or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had too many one night stands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't expect a virgin but I simply prefer a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who hasn't been rubbed dry by experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a quality about women who have chosen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men sparingly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it appears in their walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in their laughter and in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their gentleness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women who have had many men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seem to choose each next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of vengeance rather than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one plays the field, one works against &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all purposes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one can't create love or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're finally left with the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commodity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have given:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some human beings are delicate things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some human beings are delicious and wondrous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to piss on the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but leave them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/Sfr2_loJqlI/AAAAAAAAALE/rsSPq0I30W0/s1600-h/n34100380_31530441_3285.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;This is lovely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where my friend got this; he said he &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;stumbled&lt;/a&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you want to piss on the sun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but leave them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7042317483554383437?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7042317483554383437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7042317483554383437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7042317483554383437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7042317483554383437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-for-swingers-poem-for-playgirls-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7446515421433290671</id><published>2009-04-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:12:46.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things he&apos;s sent to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have little videoclips like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EA2hLBAqoNA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7446515421433290671?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7446515421433290671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7446515421433290671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7446515421433290671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7446515421433290671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-have-little-videoclips-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2570744672962524425</id><published>2009-04-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:13:21.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are &lt;a href="http://www.desinuts.com/2009/04/06/celebration-of-colors-captured-by-poras-chaudhary-28-pics/"&gt;incredible&lt;/a&gt; photos.  These make me want to do something colorful like photography for a career.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2570744672962524425?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2570744672962524425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2570744672962524425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2570744672962524425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2570744672962524425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-are-incredible-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5634996455701222325</id><published>2009-04-12T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:44:56.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I've found myself wishing I had someone to come home to (besides roommates).  It's a gray evening, and I feel lonely after having spent the entire weekend with the loveliest, most fun people.  I find myself wishing for a husband, but I know that's not right for me right now.  I almost didn't want to post this for fear of it sounding needy.  But I don't think neediness is the issue.  I think that it's natural for people to want someone to just be there, even if you're not interacting.  I'm not getting married anytime soon; only thinking.  Just knowing the person you love most in the world is there with you in your home sounds like a wonderful way to live.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5634996455701222325?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5634996455701222325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5634996455701222325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5634996455701222325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5634996455701222325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately-ive-found-myself-wishing-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1031079996142889989</id><published>2009-04-09T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:41:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little happy blip to say that I'm excited and feeling positive about life.  : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will always be changes I'll probably want to make and dreams I'll wish to fulfill, but right now, in this moment, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1031079996142889989?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1031079996142889989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1031079996142889989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1031079996142889989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1031079996142889989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-little-happy-blip-to-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2736731582375964039</id><published>2009-04-05T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:17:21.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I've been on.  I guess I haven't felt much like posting b/c not many other people have posted a lot lately.  That's not a very good reason for not posting, but I'm a comment snob, what can I say?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In truth, March and this whole semester have been a whirlwind.  I literally do not know where they have gone.  Time flies when you're having......drama and shit tons of homework and trying to figure out what you want to do with your life.  But I can't complain.  What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.  : P  Still, I'm glad my stomach's no longer eating itself due to stress like it was during December, January, and the better part of February.  And there's been some fun thrown in the mix (like spring break to DFW), so it hasn't been bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna lie, I'm still a bit hung up over the fact that I have so much school left, should I decide to follow my current (doctoral) plan.  I'm pretty sure I'm masochistic for voluntarily creating a life plan that involves more school, but I just can't think of another job that even comes close to how much I want to pursue Clinical (or maybe Counseling) Psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently apartment hunting.  The problem is, all the ones I really want are out of my price range!  : P  But I'm sure that a less plush version will do just fine.  It will be SOOOOO nice to finally have my own place.  And not that I'm thinking of tying the knot anytime soon, but I can't imagine getting married and never having lived on my own.  I guess I've always known that's something I want to do before I get hitched.  So I may get it out of the way early, heh.  By the way, does anyone in the appropriate marrying age-range also feel WAY too young to get married?  I went to two weddings this weekend.  Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news--I've got both my practicum and research position nailed down for next year, so that's a HUGE relief and load off my shoulders.  It's a little scary because now it's feeling real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, life is good.  I have a sleepy little sausage angel puppy lying on my bed (she was snuggling up against me earlier, which she rarely does, and it makes me so happy).  I'm studying for a test that is psychology-related (Applied Behavior Analysis), so the material is interesting (I'm secretly waiting for the promised class periods where she teaches us how to curb the behaviors of other adults in our lives, mwahahahaha).  In a few days I meet a never-before-met friend from Mexico for coffee.  Due to the approaching EastercoughSpring Holiday, the week's a 3-day week, so it should be a breeze.  So many opportunities and choices lie before me.  I can and will choose to focus on the positive.  If we're lucky, we only have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmoE8_U-JTw"&gt;100 years&lt;/a&gt;; better make the most of every second.  Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2736731582375964039?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2736731582375964039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2736731582375964039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2736731582375964039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2736731582375964039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-its-been-while-since-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1478895334265849510</id><published>2009-03-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:27:48.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/"&gt;http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Few Faves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I love you more than a venti toffee nut with whip latte. woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I love you more than I love post-it noting and highlighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I love you more than Jack Barakat Britney Spears smothered in cupcake frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I love you more than liberal bumper stickers on a mountain-scuffed nalgene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I love you more than cheese… I think. Yeah.. well, that’s a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1478895334265849510?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1478895334265849510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1478895334265849510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1478895334265849510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1478895334265849510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpiloveyoumorethanblank.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6947481251137476721</id><published>2009-03-11T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:08:35.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask youself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive." -Gil Balie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6947481251137476721?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6947481251137476721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6947481251137476721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6947481251137476721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6947481251137476721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-ask-yourself-what-world-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4459782548762469673</id><published>2009-03-09T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:16:43.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interview Questions from &lt;a href="http://lessonslearned.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have been granted the power to change the world. What do you keep the SAME, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;I would continue this current atmosphere of change and hope.  It's an exciting time to be alive, and despite the very apparent things wrong with the world, so much good is happening.  I hope it continues this way.  I want my children someday to feel this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a hero? If so who? (Please do not name a famous person or figure--who in your personal life do you consider heroic or admire?) If not, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;My dad and mom.  I know that's the cheesiest answer imaginable, but I'm not sure I've met more incredible people than my parents.  My dad, a hero for making his dreams come alive and for doing so many selfless things with me in mind.  My mom, for her overwhelmingly tireless generosity and gentle spirit.  I couldn't imagine a better parental combination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have called you a sentimental sap. Is there anything for which you are NOT sentimental? What thing or person inspires you to passionate loathing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Coconut bras inspire me to passionate loathing, along with anyone who wears them.  Frat boys wearing them makes me particularly irate.  And for this reason, my dearie old mom brought me some from Hawaii.  I can't believe I've touched the monstrosities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. Stop thinking. Just lean back, close your eyes, take several deep breaths. Stop thinking...Now, whats the first thing that comes to mind when I ask you what you want to do that will make you happy? Happy now, not necessarily for the rest of your life--that would be thinking too much, just tell me about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Go to a remote tropical island and lay in the sunny sand completely naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you stop doing this, and go do that instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, and Confucius. Where do you go, what do you order, and who picks up the check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Rach, you know I don't do religion.  A lustier side of me would have lunch with Marilyn Monroe at a posh, upscale NYC restaurant.  Marilyn would pick up the tab, of course, she's generous that way.  The more whole side of me would have lunch with my soulmate.  In that case, I might prepare a special meal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4459782548762469673?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4459782548762469673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4459782548762469673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4459782548762469673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4459782548762469673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview-questions-from-rachel-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6709248047151318464</id><published>2009-03-06T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:29:07.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a wordless mood,&lt;div&gt;seen not heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stars are too bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and turn down the dancing melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can simply breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weep and think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dream of lives that were meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, soft, the warmth of your touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your voice calm, low, true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incites the force that created the world inside me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the very power to make the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand still, and all the earth besides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote it all for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6709248047151318464?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6709248047151318464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6709248047151318464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6709248047151318464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6709248047151318464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-mood-seen-not-heard-stars-are.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6731744315821847926</id><published>2009-03-06T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:55:39.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;REUTERS  Anthropologists have recently uncovered a startling find. Atheism is now believed to have a lone commandment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SbDiZuq4MhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F0HjJdUz0-4/s1600-h/bfw203bigvt2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SbDiZuq4MhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F0HjJdUz0-4/s320/bfw203bigvt2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309992892322296338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://steelstringed.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6731744315821847926?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6731744315821847926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6731744315821847926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6731744315821847926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6731744315821847926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SbDiZuq4MhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F0HjJdUz0-4/s72-c/bfw203bigvt2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1227274201840245064</id><published>2009-03-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:48:35.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SatSjyvKPNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EwswaJhjVNM/s1600-h/dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SatSjyvKPNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EwswaJhjVNM/s320/dog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308427360654736594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish so much that this was true.  If I could see any dog again, it would be the stray I hit with my car out in the country about a year ago.  If somehow I could apologize to her (?) and convey to her in some way how sorry I am.  To tell her what a wonderfully perfect dog she was; that she would be a dog I'd be so proud and thrilled to own.  I don't know if she's alive or dead, but that perfect dog haunts me with her large red brown spots and beautiful long white hair perfect for burying your face in.  In an alternate life, I'd take such good care of you.  I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1227274201840245064?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1227274201840245064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1227274201840245064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1227274201840245064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1227274201840245064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-so-much-that-this-was-true.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SatSjyvKPNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EwswaJhjVNM/s72-c/dog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6331925051017947780</id><published>2009-02-24T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:57:30.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Britt's Four Steps to a Fabulous Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Be happy.  Sometimes I feel this is harder for me than for other people.  I'm working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Find someone who makes you come alive and laugh often.  And who is just as happy taking you out to dance the night away as he is to quietly sit by the fire with a glass of red wine, reading a book and holding you close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Doing a deeply fulfilling career that helps people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Making a positive influence on as many lives as possible; making anyone's life brighter if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was doing all four of those steps in my life right now, but I recognize the absence of several of those steps.  I guess there are waiting phases in life, too.  I'll just keep telling myself that.  In truth, life is okay right now, but I feel like it could be a lot better.  For starters, I feel that I'll never be blissfully happy while I'm in school.  School is not my best environment emotionally.  Yet I realize the importance of school in terms of it getting me what I want for the rest of my life.  What is 5 more years of subpar happiness compared to a lifetime of doing something you love?  I just don't know what or if there's anything I can change to make it better, or if I need to just wait it out.  I'm at quite a crossroads in more ways than one, and some of the decisions are proving to be very difficult to make.  Remind me, how do normal agnostic people make major life decisions?  : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your four steps to a fabulous life?  I might even allow you five.  ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6331925051017947780?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6331925051017947780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6331925051017947780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6331925051017947780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6331925051017947780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/02/britts-four-steps-to-fabulous-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2849277023412511063</id><published>2009-02-20T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:05:30.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT rights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gay in Iran Documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu_tiFZjNQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu_tiFZjNQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Atb5xZZ7fPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Atb5xZZ7fPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2849277023412511063?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2849277023412511063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2849277023412511063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2849277023412511063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2849277023412511063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/02/gay-in-iran-documentary-part-1-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3438546435918537755</id><published>2009-02-19T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:03:40.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;**Update**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;You can donate to help rehabilitate animals harmed by the wildfires here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoo.org.au/news/save_injured_wildlife"&gt;http://www.zoo.org.au/news/save_injured_wildlife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; "&gt;Rescuing Baby Koalas and the Tragic Loss of Human Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's the little things in life that make you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/02/090212-burned-koala-photo.html"&gt;http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/02/090212-burned-koala-photo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the audio link on this site is absolutely heartbreaking yet beautiful.  A good 5 minutes well-spent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100714467&amp;amp;ft=1&amp;amp;f=1004"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100714467&amp;amp;ft=1&amp;amp;f=1004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperately want to go rescue baby koalas from the wildfires of Australia.  I'd also love to go help rescue the people there, of course, but that's generally left to the experts.  I don't mean to minimize the tragic loss of human life by any means.  However, people, it seems, are usually the first to be taken care of in situations like this, and the poor, innocent animals often are left to fend for themselves.  If I could, I would go over there this minute to help.  On NPR's site comments, one person was outraged about how people focused on the koala story instead of hundreds of people dying.  I can feel the pain in that, yet it reminds me that as humans, death toll numbers are often so "far away" and surreal to us.  News stations often don't release the graphic details about people suffering that they might about the animals.  In the audio clip, the reporter didn't say a whole lot about details regarding the people, other than that whole towns have been incinerated by the wildfires and that folks, instead of saying "See ya later" are hugging and telling everyone to "Be safe."  Which is incredibly tragic.  However, hearing about koalas desperately hunting for water and walking around scorched forest floors on burnt paws gives such a vivid visual picture.  Maybe the visual picture is what made people respond to that story more.  Maybe the fact that it was unusual.  Maybe people are deeply uncomfortable with their own mortality and therefore choose to focus more of the plight of animals than the tragedy of 200 human deaths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I contacted the &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.org.au/HealesvilleSanctuary"&gt;animal sanctuary&lt;/a&gt; to see where would be a good place to donate to help animals injured by the fires.  If they send me any more information on that, I'll post it.  And I'm trying to find a site accepting donations to help people--if you find one, please let me know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3438546435918537755?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6850969095677715988</id><published>2009-02-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:39:41.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't Divorce Love.  Love cannot be voted away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorce"&gt;Petition&lt;/a&gt; the Supreme Court to invalidate Proposition 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6978596414587683134</id><published>2009-02-16T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:09:03.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think you have a rough life, just go here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;http://www.fmylife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6978596414587683134?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3157000981019742375</id><published>2009-02-07T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:20:14.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most days I feel more lumpyass than badass.  : p  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad the ice cream won't make it go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3157000981019742375?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3157000981019742375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1127795896768758721</id><published>2009-02-03T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:29:20.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man, nobody's blogging anymore.  : (&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I guess you shouldn't do it for anyone but yourself.  Still, it's fun when people participate.  Then again, I can't really talk b/c I average about a post every week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird, I love stories, but I feel like I'm not very good at writing them.  I used to think I was a good writer until I was thrown into the bigger pond of college.  Then again, maybe if I did it regularly, I'd be better.  We're all our own worst critics.  Maybe I'll start writing a little bit every day (though probably not posting every day).  It would be a tragedy for the Girl Who Loved Stories' life to go undocumented.  I think everyone owes their children stories.  We need to know where we came from.  I wish I knew more about my parents when they weren't parents.  Do the stories really get that fuzzy through time?  Or does their very nearness, the way stories hang on the tips of our tongues, drive parents to hold them as secrets, because they're the last secrets they have from us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, blogging doesn't fully capture all of my stories, because I often water them down since they're public.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been noticing a need in my life for better self-care.  Particularly in terms of cooking/getting better meals for myself, exercising, relaxing, and being more organized.  All that feels a little overwhelming, though.  Organization makes me feel smothered and tied down.  Yet it is so helpful for basic, daily functioning.  Curse the artist in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplating going to grad school feels REALLY overwhelming.  And I don't know if it's overwhelming because of the nature of the degree I may want to pursue (Clin. Psych. is super competitive), my lack of knowledge of it, or if it means I'm not cut out for it.  I wonder if it's overwhelming for me sometimes b/c I am so artistic/creative and it is so scientific and structured.  I don't know if I'd learn to live with and love the structure, and draw creative elements into that, or if it would stifle me.  In some ways, research really appeals to me despite its very scientific/structured nature because there are so many questions I want to answer about people.  And I wonder if I'd like that structure once I learn how to do it better.  I need to go shadow someone and ask them all these questions instead of writing them down on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also feel a bit overwhelmed with school, mostly because if I never heard another thing about teaching, I'd be ecstatic.  Yet I feel the driving urge to excel b/c I need those grades to get into grad school.  On so many levels it would be appealing to take the easy road and just get whatever job after I graduate this May, but I don't know if I'd be truly happy with that plan.  I might be really disappointed later on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life isn't bad these days, sometimes I just need to write all these things down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1127795896768758721?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1127795896768758721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1127795896768758721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Warning:  viewer discretion advised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=30768563&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally laughing out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://getmortified.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5233152976127662592?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5233152976127662592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5233152976127662592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion design'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need to write this down for the world to see, just so my head doesn't explode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinical Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Getting a sense of fulfillment from work by directly helping people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Widening the knowledge base through research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Psychology in general is fascinating to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I love the idea of helping people become healthier and happier.  What better thing could you do for a person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~A variety of career options within the field:  be a therapist, teach, or research.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~A variety of places you could work:  private practice, in a hospital, in a university, in many other places, I'm sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Tons of different topic areas to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Personal growth resulting from the information you have to learn in school.  Most of the psychologists and psychology majors I've met have been absolutely lovely, fascinating people I'd want to be around all the time.  I know I would grow and understand myself more as a person if I were in this field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I wonder if I could handle being around "down" to mentally disturbed people all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~A slight risk of physical harm from patients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LOTS of paperwork.  I HATE paperwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Insurance, aka "Notes from the Dark Side."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LOTS of schooling.  I'm rather disenchanted with school at the moment, but still feel like I would enjoy going to school for Clinical Psychology.  Not to mention that getting into a program is almost as competitive as med school programs.  Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Would I actually enjoy research?  All I know is I hate statistics and often find my eyes glazing over when reading scientific research articles.  Would this improve with more exposure to the material?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Maybe I wouldn't make quite as much money as I would with a doctorate or even master's degree in another field.  Then again, I could live quite comfortably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Creating beautiful things.  A colorful job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Improving the choices of what's out there.  This is a driving factor:  I chronically find myself disappointed with the clothing on the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Potential to work for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Potential to live in exotic locales:  NYC, Paris, London, Milan, Tokyo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Only one to two years of additional schooling required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I feel like I have an exceptional amount of ideas for clothes, and am pretty creative when put on the spot, so this could really work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~If you make it big, you can make well over $100K a year.  Whoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I didn't pour over Vogue magazines or constantly design clothes as a little girl.  Is my heart in it enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~You usually have to pay your dues before making it big, if you ever make it big.  Would I really be happy as a designer's assistant?  I'm not sure I would.  Then again, "if you never try, you never know..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I might have to live in a big city the rest of my life.  Not sure I'm okay with that.  Definitely don't think Shawn's okay with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~A lot of your success is based on luck and connections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I've never really followed styles--would that be a problem?  Probably.  Then again, I might follow style if my livelihood depended on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I worry that most of the people I'd be around would be superficial.  I can't stand superficial people, and I don't believe that clothing drives the sway of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I worry/know that the job wouldn't be as glamorous as I picture in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any thoughts, please comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2262604387308386934?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2262604387308386934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2262604387308386934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2262604387308386934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2262604387308386934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-need-to-write-this-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6805985162761619587</id><published>2009-01-18T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:56:09.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SXPWezgUqSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F3KWBaHxvyM/s1600-h/tn2_winona_ryder_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SXPWezgUqSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F3KWBaHxvyM/s320/tn2_winona_ryder_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292809811800664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been, er, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; lately.  Between bouts of insidious boredom, I manage to manufacture enough drama for about 10 lives.  This is strange because I'm normally a drama-free person, even to the extent of avoiding it if at all possible.  I feel caught in this awkward stage, as if my whole life is holding its breath, waiting for some critical change.  Yet I'm not sure what I want to change, except that I'd love to feel more at peace with the world and my responses to it.  Not sure how to get there, though.  As ever, my obsessive mind gnaws on at topics that should have been put to rest months ago.  I feel not quite myself and know that I can change locations and hobbies and people and jobs, but I'm not convinced that doing any of those things would be anything more than a quick fix; a bandaid for a larger issue.  Then again, maybe it's all about the looming change that will come when I graduate.  Do you ever feel like you're just mechanically going through the motions, smiling and laughing and crying and doing everything on cue, but you know your heart's not in it?  Maybe that's the, ahem, "clinical" definition of senioritis!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just talked with another girl in my program, and she admitted having similar feelings.  It was a relief to hear that maybe I'm not going crazy, or at least not all on my own.  Maybe I will just have to learn to deal with the stress of this upcoming change positively by exercising regularly and talking to people about it rather than internalizing all of it until I have a meltdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something positive in my life right now is my interest in possibly pursuing psychology.  In so many ways, as cliche as this may be, thinking about being someone's therapist one day makes me want to be a better person and live my life according to my own advice.  It often helps me more closely monitor  my thoughts and the way I relate to people.  It helps me be more gentle with myself, yet also analyze times when I'm being selfish, unkind, or unproductive.   While I'm in no way perfect, I can't wait to give to people one day.  I'd like to give more to people right now, but I'm not entirely sure how.  One thing I also love about psychology is that the vast majority of the psychology professors and friends in psychology I've had are such warm, nurturing people.  Definitely people I would want to be like.  I love the idea of my career helping me grow as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had quite the social life lately, despite my previous complaints of boredom.  Friday night was one of my manager's birthdays.  I'd never really socialized with my coworkers other than at work meetings, so it was interesting to see everyone relaxed and drinking (we met at a posh bar).  And I totally told off this creepy guy saying disgusting things about my very young coworker (she didn't hear him).  It's all a bit fuzzy, but I think I told him he was going to find himself on the floor if he didn't leave her alone! The shocking thing is that he immediately backed down and went very far away from us.  Who knew I could be intimidating?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yesterday my friend/neighbor invited Shawn and me over for tacos and a movie.  We brought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0172493/"&gt;Girl, Interrupted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, one of my all time favorite movies.  If you haven't seen it, you haven't lived.  Find it and watch it asap, if only to drool over Winona Ryder (pictured above) for 2 hours.  : )  It's also the only movie I've seen Angelina Jolie look absolutely hideous.  Which is darkly fulfilling, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night some friends and I went out to another fun bar here in town.  Goodness, I can't seem to escape the drinking!  I think it'll be health nights from now til next weekend.  Even though today I was already back to oogling the wine at Sam's Club (where, by the way, you can buy alcohol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; a membership!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a bright note, my new friend &lt;a href="http://steelstringed.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; makes some amazing &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewillsound"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt;.  You all should check it out!  I hope he can make it big someday.  : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6805985162761619587?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6805985162761619587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6805985162761619587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6805985162761619587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6805985162761619587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-has-been-er-unusual-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SXPWezgUqSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/F3KWBaHxvyM/s72-c/tn2_winona_ryder_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2820833070098690796</id><published>2009-01-15T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:35:07.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lifetime-Secrets-PostSecret-Book/dp/0061238600/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232076688&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;A Lifetime of Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Frank Warren&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm starting to realize my indecisiveness is a far worse fate than making the wrong decision."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this one, succinct statement perfectly sums up what has been fighting inside of me these past months.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so scared that growing up means dying a little inside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(me, too.  every day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; --Simone de Beauvoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's the only way to live.  if only each of us could realize it starts with us, with one person.  a passion for this is why i want to work in a helping profession.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2820833070098690796?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2820833070098690796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2820833070098690796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2820833070098690796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2820833070098690796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-lifetime-of-secrets-by-frank.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-88598574392349409</id><published>2009-01-12T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:03:54.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first day of the last semester of my bachelor's degree starts today.  FINALLY.  Surprisingly, I didn't feel an overwhelming sense of dread this time.  I want to just get it done and be finished with this degree I may not use.  Over the break, I've done a little research on potential careers and I'm finding myself interested in Clinical Psychology again.  Other potential interests are being an Anthropology professor or working in Human Resources.  However, Human Resources seems to lack "color" that the other two jobs possess.  Then again, HR could pay me the best with the least amount of education, and I don't really know what an HR person even does.  More research is required.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, wish me luck on my first day.  Hope you all have a lovely week!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-88598574392349409?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/88598574392349409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=88598574392349409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/88598574392349409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/88598574392349409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-last-semester-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-9098745977295896565</id><published>2009-01-03T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:38:21.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired &lt;a href="http://carapennington.blogspot.com"&gt;Cara&lt;/a&gt;'s list of things she did in 2008.  I'd like to write a similar list, but it's hard to remember everything and especially verbalize it.  I think so many of my blog friends are much better writers than I am.  Some people are more verbal, but I'm a visual person.  Pictures often express so much more about me than words, which is why I should try to develop this mode of expression more in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank all of you, my friends.  I don't think I could have done 2008 without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Exercise regularly (30 minutes 3x/week).  Lose the thighs.  Work the abs.  Take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;~Get my adult life on a good track.  (More later on this.)&lt;br /&gt;~Take a roadtrip with wonderful friends.  Document it with photographs and videos.  (Anyone have a camcorder?  haha)&lt;br /&gt;~Go to Europe?  Take that pilgrimage (&lt;a href="http://www.caminosantiagocompostela.com/Site/Welcome.html"&gt;El Camino de Santiago&lt;/a&gt;)?&lt;br /&gt;~Try my hand at photography maybe, since I'm no good at regularly producing fine art.&lt;br /&gt;~Write a poem now and then.&lt;br /&gt;~Graduate May 2009, whooo!&lt;br /&gt;~Get a big girl job.&lt;br /&gt;~Figure out who I am a little more.&lt;br /&gt;~Make the world a more beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;~Drink a little less.&lt;br /&gt;~Be myself more.  Be real with people.  Be the girl men would give both their balls to be with, and not just 'cause she's hot.&lt;br /&gt;~Keep my big mouth shut more.&lt;br /&gt;~Be happy as much as possible and hopefully pass it on to others.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-9098745977295896565?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/9098745977295896565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=9098745977295896565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9098745977295896565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9098745977295896565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone-i-admired-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-357308990329401557</id><published>2008-12-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:45:13.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, not gonna lie, I'm a bit bored.  I'm at that stage in the holidays where you mope around in your jammies til 2pm (if you ever change out of them), check your email &amp;amp; facebook, watch tv, go check email and facebook again, repeat...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes it's nice to be bored.  To actually live life at an, er, livable pace.  I barely know what to do with myself when I'm not frantically scurrying to finish projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, to fill my time, I've been researching cameras.  My dad got me a camera for Christmas.  I haven't told him this, and tell me if you think this is horrible, but I want to trade it in for an SLR digital camera.  You know, one with all the manual snooty photographer settings.  The one he got me was very nice and generous, but I've been wanting the SLR type for a long time and would love to take a beginning photography course and try my hand at it.  On the other hand, I wonder if this, too, is a phase that will pass and if I'll regret switching the light, nimble Canon Elph for a clunky one pounder.  But just imagine the pics I could take with that beast--I could blow them up and hang them on my wall and maybe even enter them in photography competitions.  That would be awesome.  So my geeking-out tendencies are reaching dangerously high levels, what with all the free time and beautiful technology we all know and lust after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the very best part of Christmas, of course, was not all the stuff.  My very favorite part was Shawn telling me what a special Christmas we had made it for him, how it was one of his best Christmases yet.  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-357308990329401557?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/357308990329401557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=357308990329401557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/357308990329401557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/357308990329401557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-not-gonna-lie-im-bit-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8269995609267531108</id><published>2008-12-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:39:09.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful day and know you are deeply loved and appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the feeling of Christmas; this sense of giving and goodwill to all.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8269995609267531108?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8269995609267531108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8269995609267531108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8269995609267531108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8269995609267531108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6363935351311652244</id><published>2008-12-20T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:23:48.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel this sense of fullness, happiness, and content.  We have no holes but the ones we fabricate.  Life is worth living.  Deep connections with anyone are still possible and of utmost necessity.  It is misguided beliefs that separate us from others.  Those beliefs start in the mind and must also end in the mind.  This is what will cure society of all its ills and enable us, together, to move on.  We must no longer allow ideas to unnecessarily separate us from others.  When we see the deep goodness shining out of people everywhere, we are One.  We must attune our vision to this shining goodness by quieting our hearts and minds.  Love for all humankind is truly the answer.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have no more holes, no more brokenness, if we believe we are whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6363935351311652244?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6363935351311652244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6363935351311652244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6363935351311652244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6363935351311652244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-this-sense-of-fullness-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6430829687278034554</id><published>2008-12-18T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:48:12.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs that have "Rocked My World," lol : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know those songs that get stuck playing over and over on iTunes? The ones you feel like the sheer weight of life and the atmosphere will immediately crush you if you do not play this song at this very moment? These are my songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boys "God Only Knows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC_UILNwWrc" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=BC_UILNwWrc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue October "Calling You" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsvoTkx1mQY" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=OsvoTkx1mQY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Hates Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOziJi-1hHE" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=gOziJi-1hHE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Kids "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackkidsrock" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ckkidsrock&lt;/a&gt; (#4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes "Oh, You Are the Roots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOziJi-1hHE" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=gOziJi-1hHE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice "Accidental Babies" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5SZShwyAPk" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=u5SZShwyAPk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Blower's Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHPTHP4dihA" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=UHPTHP4dihA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" (good video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNIS0cuDOMw" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=wNIS0cuDOMw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "I Will Possess Your Heart" (good video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq-yP7mb8UE" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=pq-yP7mb8UE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinder "Better Than Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mr4VEbt4zSw" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=mr4VEbt4zSw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day "Collide (Acoustic Version)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTz7rhommHI" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=JTz7rhommHI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt "You're Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y7WDWP8WMs" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=8Y7WDWP8WMs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry "I Kissed A Girl" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAp9BKosZXs" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=tAp9BKosZXs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Ur So Gay" (HILARIOUS video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWbLkXhGEmo" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=tWbLkXhGEmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 "She Will Be Loved" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8IQlax-egE" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=C8IQlax-egE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Goodnight Goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5aW0M_Ujmw" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=a5aW0M_Ujmw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis "Wonderwall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7UnmoTK9bQ" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=-7UnmoTK9bQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts "What Hurts the Most" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8iWEktQhg0" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=h8iWEktQhg0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Fast Cars and Freedom" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDE-MMDCyeA" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=hDE-MMDCyeA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "Then I Did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqzmj-ncEkc" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=Uqzmj-ncEkc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot "Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_Fj7wbc3Zc" onmousedown="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;5acbbd4e03a026d306bbed54cfeddef3&amp;quot;, event) });" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ch?v=g_Fj7wbc3Zc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6430829687278034554?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6430829687278034554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6430829687278034554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6430829687278034554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6430829687278034554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/songs-that-have-rocked-my-world-lol-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6033008596705639533</id><published>2008-12-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:13:47.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were only seven.  You were a sandy-haired, dimple-faced boy who never lost his smile on that base in North Carolina.  I remember riding with your family to Tennessee, the two of us in the back seat of the minivan.  Your sister glared at us, crammed in the middle seat between suitcases, my mom, and an oversized stuffed bear.  I can't believe we subjected our families to solid hours of laughing, sticking our feet in each others' faces, you joking about taking a piss out the window.  Your dad's face turned red, and Mom swears she saw a little steam shoot out his ears.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After you moved, the years have been silent between us, but I have wondered about you.  For years I kept that giant, white Michael Bear you gave me with the blue bow tie, until it got lost in a move, or worse, my dad threw it away.  I've always reminisced on what it would be like to meet you again.  Did you drop out of high school?  Become a rock star?  Graduate from Harvard Law School with honors?  Get married?  The absence of your story has intrigued me, haunted me almost.  I've never found anyone who can make me laugh like you did.  I wonder if it's still true.  I wonder where my Michael Bear is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6033008596705639533?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6033008596705639533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6033008596705639533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6033008596705639533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6033008596705639533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-were-only-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-616879943323051022</id><published>2008-12-15T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:46:51.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britt waxes poetic on Amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm definitely writing Amazon.com book reviews instead of studying for finals.  : p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And may I state that this is only further evidence of my boundless and obsessive love for Amazon.com?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, Amazon.com would be the perfect guy.  Always available, day or night.  Always delivers precisely what you want.  Committed to your satisfaction.  No strings attached.  You want funny?  He's got it.  You want sympathy?  Got it.  Kinky?  Got that, too (although the downer is the 4-day wait, although even that can be diminished, for a price).  Quick, convenient, always reliable.  He loves you just as much in your jammies as in your finest formal wear.  He doesn't give a shit whether you wear your makeup.  I kind of want to marry Amazon.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-616879943323051022?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/616879943323051022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=616879943323051022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/616879943323051022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/616879943323051022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/britt-waxes-poetic-on-amazon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-20716410078723671</id><published>2008-12-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:46:07.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drewbacca.com/html/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; blog is a bit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; entertaining.  Helicopter noises.  Oh god.  (It's around the third page of previous posts.  Be warned!  Things I never wanted to know about the private lives of men.  : p  )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One book that has made me positively laugh out loud on more than one occasion is Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs.  You know, the guy who wrote Running with Scissors.  I totally want to be friends with him in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly I've been happy lately, trying to enjoy the simple pleasures in life and trying to stay sane amidst finals; a daunting task!  It helps having puppies that love to curl up and sleep in my lap.  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-20716410078723671?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/20716410078723671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=20716410078723671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/20716410078723671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/20716410078723671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-blog-is-bit-too-entertaining.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2097503381559845280</id><published>2008-12-11T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:21:10.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally puked last night at 3am.  I knew there's a reason why I never eat fungus!  : s  So, don't go and buy fungus just because you read glowing reviews about it on someone's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2097503381559845280?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2097503381559845280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2097503381559845280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2097503381559845280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2097503381559845280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/totally-puked-last-night-at-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5268250414693714413</id><published>2008-12-10T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:03:19.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my deaf ed. friends made me pretzel/hershey's kiss/m&amp;amp;m's today as a Christmas treat.  I'm embarrassed to say I've already eaten the whole baggie!  I usually don't eat anything all in one sitting--it is one of my HOLY RULES WHICH ALWAYS MUST BE OBEYED OR THOU SHALT BE SPANKED WITH A WET NOODLE; I don't know what came over me.  Stress makes a girl do weird things.  : s  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn made dinner tonight and after we had finished eating the burritos, he informed me that the ground beef substitute was, in essence, a FUNGUS.  I don't know how something could look and taste that much like ground beef and be 85% fungus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulu is getting spayed Tuesday the 23rd.  I feel really weird about it.  On some level, I feel like it is a waste and that there should be more little Lulus brightening people's lives.  And I worry how she'll hold up.  Chihuahua's don't always do so great with anesthesia.  But I know that spayed dogs generally live longer and healthier lives.  It is probably for the best.  But I feel so weird about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really want cats.  Can someone get me a girl Siamese and a boy Maine Coon for Christmas?  If I'm not careful, I'll have a whole friggin' menagerie one day soon.  : )  Did I mention I'd love a parrot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life is not about getting all these things.  Although, I will admit I have an overwhelming drive to always improve my life.  Sometimes that energy can be good and brings about positive changes in my life.  But I wonder why I have this obsession with always changing things?  I partially blame Christianity for teaching that we always have to improve ourselves.  These days I strongly believe that people organically grow and change, but that it's unhealthy to think that you're broken or always need changing.  I like to think that what some people consider to be mistakes are really critical lessons along life's path.  Granted, sometimes we need to change.  If someone abuses alcohol or treats people poorly, they should probably work on changing.  But I think most people are generally good-hearted and are "perfect" in and of themselves.  We laugh and we cry and we fight and we sing; we're humanity.  Beautiful, painful, emotion-filled humanity.  There's nothing broken about being you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5268250414693714413?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5268250414693714413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5268250414693714413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5268250414693714413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5268250414693714413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-my-deaf-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5704760116864105492</id><published>2008-12-07T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:35:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome Poetry&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just discovered James Galvin today, and already I love him.  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16572&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5704760116864105492?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5704760116864105492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5704760116864105492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5704760116864105492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5704760116864105492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-poetry-i-just-discovered-james.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7850516103411046387</id><published>2008-12-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:48:16.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovely poem by Margaret Atwood&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16221"&gt;Variation on the Word Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7850516103411046387?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7850516103411046387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7850516103411046387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7850516103411046387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7850516103411046387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovely-poem-by-margaret-atwood.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6611384126761498369</id><published>2008-12-02T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:05:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which side of your brain dominates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;54fbae4ba4b1c76bb3bbe72ab1b97f59&amp;quot;, event)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,2198 5,22556281-661,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm right brain dominant, surprise, surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6611384126761498369?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6611384126761498369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6611384126761498369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6611384126761498369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6611384126761498369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-side-of-your-brain-dominates.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2963453734993404706</id><published>2008-12-01T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:30:06.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: inherit; "&gt;"A journey&lt;/em&gt; of a thousand miles begins with a &lt;em style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: inherit; "&gt;single step&lt;/em&gt;." ~Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This quote is so empowering to me.  When in college, one often feels that she has so far to go.  Literally thousands of hours spent in white concrete boxes, wondering why you're here.  But it's good to remember there's a purpose behind all this and soon my cage door will be opened and I will be free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Looking back on that first step into college, I see that I'm such a different person than I was 4 1/2 years ago.  I'm not so timid, no longer religious, more in tune with myself, more easily able to express myself and my personality, better at making and being friends, infinitely happier.  Even though it has been a rough road with depression, sucky guys, no guys, disillusionment with religion and life, multiple changes in career paths, and pain from leaving dear friends, life has shown me many delights along the way as well.  I've made the most wonderful friends a girl could ask for, met a fabulous guy who has taught me so much, travelled exotic places, embraced my inner artist, let my hair down a little. And, deep inside, I know I'm such a stronger, happier, vibrant person because of it.  College has helped me find me, whoever that may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2963453734993404706?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2963453734993404706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2963453734993404706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2963453734993404706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2963453734993404706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey-of-thousand-miles-begins-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2076308160998360021</id><published>2008-11-22T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:52:51.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do We Paint for Process or Product?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This question haunts me today.  I started reading the book "Life, Paint, and Passion:  Reclaiming the Magic of Spontaneous Expression" (by Michele Cassou and Stewart Cubley) today.  I'm also reading "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron.  "The Artist's Way" deals with unblocking one's creativity--a 12 week recovery program to reclaim your creative self.  Both books are fantastic.  In fact, Julia's book made me start wondering yet again if I'd like to go to art school and maybe be an art professor.  But "Life, Paint, and Passion" warns of basing too much emphasis on what others and even oneself think of one's work.  The reader is encouraged to paint spontaneously and intuitively, with no adherence to technique.  If blue feels right, you paint it.  Everyone knows how to paint anything, and if they don't, they invent it, just as children do.  This idea deeply resonates with a wild, bohemian aspect of myself.  To not be tied to society or people or what anyone thinks sounds incredible yet maybe impossible.  And when I was doing art for product rather than for joy of the process, I did get discouraged and burnt out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet in "The Artist's Way," Julia warns about doing too much too soon, as that is a surefire way to burn yourself out (lesson acknowledged!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if, as with many things in life, the middle road is the most balanced way.  On the one hand, I agree with "Life, Paint, and Passion" that if you've lost the ability to create without borders what is deeply meaningful to you, you've lost everything.  Maybe it isn't really even art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it doesn't mean something to the artist (what do you think?).  But I don't think it's necessary to completely throw out technique.  Different techniques can only add to the ways you can express yourself through painting.  Sometimes you may feel like painting a raw emotion simply for the pleasure of the process of painting.  But sometimes you also want to accurately document the sweet line of your lover's chin against the moon or the way a tree branch melts into the sky.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?  This raises so many questions in my mind.  It would be fascinating to hear what you have to say.  Does one paint for process or product?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2076308160998360021?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2076308160998360021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2076308160998360021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2076308160998360021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2076308160998360021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-of-whether-to-paint-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7832292989719140386</id><published>2008-11-17T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:24:47.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my art'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I painted and it was lovely.  Feeling the brush strokes is enough.  During a painting, I am always anxious that it will turn out horrible.  But when I finish them, I am almost always beyond delighted.  Each and every one of them is a part of me, and something deep is satisfied.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps tomorrow I'll post pics of my painting and of a drawing I created of a potential tattoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7832292989719140386?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7832292989719140386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7832292989719140386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7832292989719140386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7832292989719140386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-i-painted-and-it-was-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-9120715086948806218</id><published>2008-11-16T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:54:52.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unglued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you ever get the overwhelming urge to change everything about yourself?  To move to Paris and become a photojournalist for a humanitarian newspaper.  Or go to India and complete a year long hobo/spiritual journey around the world.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go anywhere but here, a college student dressed in red, doing mindless homework she cares nothing about, dreaming up far-fetched schemes; perhaps to escape the mundane.  Because she's not happy when she's not dreaming.  And she wonders if she'll ever overcome the anxiety that makes her imagination come unglued from her body and float far, far away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her only real wish for Christmas is for a life she doesn't want to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if this isn't what we all desperately wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-9120715086948806218?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/9120715086948806218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=9120715086948806218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9120715086948806218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9120715086948806218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/unglued-do-you-ever-get-overwhelming.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4256552108845377950</id><published>2008-11-15T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:34:08.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny story--apparently I'm George W. Bush's 9th cousin!  Not sure how to handle that information.  : p  I think I'd prefer to be Obama's 9th cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4256552108845377950?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4256552108845377950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4256552108845377950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4256552108845377950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4256552108845377950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-story-apparently-im-george-w.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5358593167696887303</id><published>2008-11-14T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:09:35.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What should I be when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, please excuse my freak-out rant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really overwhelmed.  I feel like I need to decide today.  A lot of grad school deadlines are only 2 weeks away, and I'm at the edge of the acceptable time to ask professors to write letters of recommendation.  And I'm not sure what I want to apply for grad school in, if I should get a masters or just take leveling classes before a doctorate, when to apply, aaaaagh!  My head feels like it's about to explode!!!!  Do I do leveling courses first and then apply a year later?  And if I have to apply next fall, will I even have enough leveling classes and research experience to get accepted to the programs I really want to be in?  I also keep vacillating between things I'd like to do.  For instance, I came downstairs to research grad school for clinical psychology, but then I started thinking about Ph.D.s in anthropology, but I feel so unsure about whether I'd actually like those jobs because I've never experienced them.  And will I get to experience them before it's too late?  Like with Deaf Ed, I never worked with Deaf kids til my SENIOR YEAR, and was practically finished with the program before I realized I didn't want to do it anymore.  AAAAGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit:  Phew, I'm feeling much better now.  Still stressed a bit, but my parents and I talked and decided it would probably be the best plan to take leveling classes next fall and see what I like the best.  Then I can have more time to prepare, and not feel like I'm launching into this vast unknown.  But this time of life can be so exciting and so stressful.  I hope I can downplay the stress and mostly just enjoy uncertainties more than worry over them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5358593167696887303?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5358593167696887303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5358593167696887303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5358593167696887303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5358593167696887303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-should-i-be-when-i-grow-up-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5187755724875375545</id><published>2008-11-07T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:15:13.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SRUf7S2SXgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IJCHx5nxE6c/s1600-h/003-Yin-yang.enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SRUf7S2SXgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IJCHx5nxE6c/s320/003-Yin-yang.enlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266150442811940354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest career idea:  clinical psychology.  The whole Ph.D. thing is a bit daunting, but it sounds like a really neat career from what I've read and been told (thanks, Kelly!).  This is still very much in the thinking process, but we'll see what happens.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; pick the most competitive area of psychology to be interested in, haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art from: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.art-mind-soul.com/003-Yin-Yang.enlarge.html" target="_top" style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;www.art-mind-soul.com/ 003-Yin-Yang.enlarge.html&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5187755724875375545?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5187755724875375545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5187755724875375545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5187755724875375545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5187755724875375545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/newest-career-idea-clinical-psychology.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SRUf7S2SXgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IJCHx5nxE6c/s72-c/003-Yin-yang.enlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2537832936800427271</id><published>2008-11-05T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:15:01.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the sweet comments on the last post.  I think I was just having one of those weeks where I felt like the world was a bit harsher than usual.  Sometimes I do expect too much from people, too.  I haven't been the best about calling people lately.  Except sometimes people retreat just to see if anyone notices, maybe that's what I was trying to do.  Sometimes a girl just needs to know that people still love her!  : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SRInE8UGidI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GweKMHzMtN4/s320/akhal-teke4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265313880212933074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive news, and I feel like a little girl saying this, but I'm going to start horseback riding lessons next week!  I'm super excited.  I rode off and on as a kid and then as a young teenager, but after a riding accident, I was spooked.  But lately I find myself looking longingly at photos of horses or at horses I see along the road.  So it's official, yay!  I've even run across an old acquaintance who has offered to let me ride her horses with her to help exercise them.  How fun!  I hope so much that it works out.  The photo above is of an &lt;a href="http://www.horseartcollection.com/rarebreedakhal-teke.php"&gt;Akhal-Teke&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite breed of horse at the moment (although I haven't yet ridden one).  Even though this photo doesn't show it, these horses are known for their particularly brilliantly sheeny coats.  They're also thinner than a lot of horses and rival Arabians in their stamina.  They are so beautiful and delicate.  It's funny, when I was looking through one of my old horse books, the Akhal-Teke just called to me.  It was stunning.  When I looked it up online, I found that the person who runs the national breed website lives out here in the middle of nowhere, just two hours away!  I couldn't believe it!  It almost seems like it was fate or something.  Maybe I'll venture out to their farm sometime.  When I was a girl, I always wanted to own a horse.  I still hope someday I can!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2537832936800427271?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2537832936800427271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2537832936800427271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2537832936800427271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2537832936800427271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-for-all-sweet-comments-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SRInE8UGidI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GweKMHzMtN4/s72-c/akhal-teke4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7941091907638418435</id><published>2008-11-03T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:26:59.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like pulling away because I feel like people don't care as much or put as much in as I do.  I know I don't see everything others do, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a friend who gives people the benefit of the doubt; I would hope to receive the same from a friend, but it's so hard sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been upset about this for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7941091907638418435?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7941091907638418435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7941091907638418435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7941091907638418435'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Learning to Stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While reading a book (by Debra Lynne Katz) today, I realized how often I back away when something even hints at becoming uncomfortable.  I think one of the reasons I barely dated for most of high school and the first part of college was that I immediately saw imperfections in people and translated them as being an uncomfortable situation (I was afraid I would have to break it off, so I just never started it).  But often in life we must go through uncomfortable moments to achieve our ultimate goals.  We have to be the new one in the club or launch out and try something new or simply go through the discomfort of staying with something during the rough parts (relationships, hobbies, spirituality, etc.).  The beauty of a spiritual practice like meditation or visualization is that it teaches you to keep returning to it and to stay, even if it brings up unpleasant feelings.  We must work through these unpleasant times in order to become stronger, indeed, to become our best selves.  What if we faced life knowing that uncomfortable situations will arise, but resolved ourselves to take the bull by the horns and stay with it rather than fleeing?  Imagine what our lives might be like!  Of course, there is a difference between discomfort and knowing a situation should not be part of one's life (this could be a whole post in itself).  But staying instead of leaving when things make you uncomfortable and discovering why this discomfort arises and how it can be resolved, I can see this making us stronger, more self-aware people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-520195408332264189?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/520195408332264189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=520195408332264189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/520195408332264189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/520195408332264189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-reading-book-by-debra-lynne-katz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6340279211567217397</id><published>2008-10-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:50:08.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Here's something sweet (thanks, Amy):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Saint Theresa's Prayer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;May today there be peace within.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love  that has been given to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;May you be confident knowing you are a child of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Let His presence  settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing,  dance, praise and love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;It is there for each and every one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6340279211567217397?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6340279211567217397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6340279211567217397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6340279211567217397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6340279211567217397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-something-sweet-thanks-amy-saint.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2818184318848303744</id><published>2008-10-07T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:48:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i like traveling,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and the scent of cinnamon,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;bending over out of my way to smell a rose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i like coffee sparingly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and staring out of windows&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;while sitting in window seats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love sitting on the front porch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;watching the rain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;smiles that truly mean someone’s happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i like a soft wind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;someone playing with my hair,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;sweet, little kisses,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and long, passionate ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i like New York City’s lights and sounds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and Costa Rica’s lazy mango diesel smell,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;hiking through the rainforest,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;watching sea turtles lay their eggs at midnight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;singing Spanish songs &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and laying in hammocks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;sipping berry milkshakes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love dreaming &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i am a biologist in the rainforest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;or a world class fashion designer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i like helping people&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and touching their hearts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love old photos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and editing pictures i’ve taken, just for art’s sake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the idea that i’m a painter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;or a writer deep down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love looking up at the sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;late at night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;or in the middle of the blue day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love books about the olden days&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;when courting was simpler&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and people rode around in horse and buggies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love people &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;who call shopping carts buggies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i’m fascinated with New Age&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and alternative religions,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;any form of mysticism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;some days i feel i want to be &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;a solitary hermit, content with the stillness of the mind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;satisfied to fully live the spiritual path.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;somedays i just want someone special&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;who makes me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;laugh and laugh and laugh,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i just want to laugh with him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love my puppy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and looking at wedding rings &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and dresses,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love sleeping in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and waking up to the rain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the ocean,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;walking on the beach,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;dreaming of scuba diving,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;seeing wonders up close.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love books; reading and holding and buying them,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the smell of bookstores,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love giving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love writing postcards&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and heartfelt notes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;the color blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and the thought that we are all pieces of God,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;that this is why the earth doesn’t feel like our home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the idea that we are born again and again,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;each time we live we learn something new.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love meditating for the good of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the One.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love singing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and songs that mean something to me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;the lyrics are just right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love soft, quiet nights&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and kind eyes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;costume parties&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and the subtle disguise of budding love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love watching kids and dogs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;playing in the snow,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;remembering grandpa &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and the sacred decorations of my grandma’s house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love my blonde hair,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and the way i want to dye it black,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;love Ott’s Pasta,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;Tea Bar &amp;amp; Bites,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and long, beaded necklaces.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love simple decor,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;pictures in houses,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;old, funky tablecloths,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;abstract art photos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;the color black.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love color&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and scaring people&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;and Halloween.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;i love the feeling of Christmas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left:0in;text-indent:0in"&gt;like the world is the way it’s meant to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2818184318848303744?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2818184318848303744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2818184318848303744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2818184318848303744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2818184318848303744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-traveling-and-scent-of-cinnamon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7150555183664918854</id><published>2008-10-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:58:08.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Presence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for Grandma Pat and Daniel, in memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lingering, those that have passed,&lt;div&gt;like a whisper on the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a glimpse from the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my eye;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a twinkle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they must be passing by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a kiss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there must be more than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softest sounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a smell;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bluebird floating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it their spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or sweet memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that never die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Souls never die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;souls never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7150555183664918854?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7150555183664918854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7150555183664918854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7150555183664918854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7150555183664918854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/presence-for-grandma-pat-and-daniel-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8322984235873378619</id><published>2008-10-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:17:54.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Revolutionary Road looks incredible:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809883886/trailer&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An article about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20219322,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want the "American Dream" either.  White picket fence?  No, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8322984235873378619?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8322984235873378619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8322984235873378619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8322984235873378619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8322984235873378619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/revolutionary-road-looks-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5386407103951717090</id><published>2008-10-05T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:54:40.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Moon River"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahR-G_yLB5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahR-G_yLB5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Somehow there's no song that quite captures the idea of soulmates like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Another song that breathtakingly portrays soulmates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;"I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5386407103951717090?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5386407103951717090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5386407103951717090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5386407103951717090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5386407103951717090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/10/moon-river-somehow-theres-no-song-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-95802976870079877</id><published>2008-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:18:09.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if there's any magic left in the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those fairytales have to be true for someone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we have to believe in them first to make them come to life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, it's magical that Martha is alive, and in pretty good shape.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I believe in angels.  She must have a beast of a guardian angel.  I'm so glad she's alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it you can make it so." -Belva Davis (thanks, Becky from facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-95802976870079877?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/95802976870079877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=95802976870079877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/95802976870079877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/95802976870079877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-wonder-if-theres-any-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2317233088230658689</id><published>2008-09-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:27:51.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget"&lt;/div&gt;http://www.zenmoments.org/the-cab-ride-ill-never-forget/&lt;div&gt;thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;dooce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A Victim Treats His Mugger Right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.zenmoments.org/victim-treats-mugger-right/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2317233088230658689?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2317233088230658689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2317233088230658689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2317233088230658689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2317233088230658689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/cab-ride-ill-never-forget-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-447533938935793072</id><published>2008-09-27T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:14:39.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you haven't checked it out before, you must immediately go to this site.  It will, in middle school vernacular, "rock your world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cassettefrommyex.com/" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;02224af9dd6e9292511f886a275c339f&amp;quot;, event)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;http://www.cassettefrommyex.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs, in my book, are some of the most romantic things you can ever give to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-447533938935793072?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/447533938935793072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=447533938935793072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/447533938935793072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/447533938935793072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-havent-checked-it-out-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8267814343948647916</id><published>2008-09-26T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:21:30.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Things:&lt;div&gt;~puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~finding good songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~singing along to Jewel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~homemade vanilla ice cream (I don't care what you say, the best homemade is always vanilla!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~spending time with Shawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~reading books about exciting interests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~discovering fun new hobbies and interests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~creativity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~watching That 70's Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~not having dreams; feeling adrift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~job situation looking bleak, although it is only September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~the economy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~not laughing enough and not knowing what to do about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~feeling like there are so many obstacles to something you desperately want to pursue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~5 tests in 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I can think of more happy than sad things.  Why do I let the sad things bog me down so much?  But I think there's truth to the saying that thinking of 5 things to be happy about before you go to bed does wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8267814343948647916?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8267814343948647916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8267814343948647916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8267814343948647916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8267814343948647916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-things-puppies-finding-good-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6407690703479425332</id><published>2008-09-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:12:53.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An oldie but a goodie&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcky3XNBpCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcky3XNBpCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You were meant for me" by Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Jewel causes me to wish I was a singer/songwriter/guitarist.  So beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6407690703479425332?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6407690703479425332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6407690703479425332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6407690703479425332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6407690703479425332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/oldie-but-goodie-you-were-meant-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7166705816128056447</id><published>2008-09-17T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:40:13.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been completely obsessed with this song lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is "I will possess your heart" by Death Cab for Cutie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you get tired of all the music in the beginning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;drag the little bobble approximately to the middle--that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;where the singing begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;My friend also sent me this song ("Dust" by Royworld):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ay7VCjmnslI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ay7VCjmnslI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...and promptly admonished me to 'never live your life on a shelf.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like I don't live life on a shelf.  I live my life very deliberately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and thoughtfully.  I try to live with intent rather than by default.  I pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the things I love and try to minimize the things I don't.  I travel to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;places of my wildest dreams and try to love people with all I have to give.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;try to be a good, no, great person.  I realize mistakes are part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;learning process and don't believe people are broken.  I grow and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;learn every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think I live life on a shelf?  What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7166705816128056447?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7166705816128056447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7166705816128056447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7166705816128056447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7166705816128056447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-484572293683049074</id><published>2008-08-22T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:22:30.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soulmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day I was in Sephora (a makeup store) of all places looking at shower gel. There's this brand of bath products called 'Philosophy,' and on each bottle they have the 'philosophy' of the particular name. Some are really silly like "Margarita" and the philosophy is a margarita recipe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But the one that made my jaw drop was the one on Soulmates. (It was, oddly enough, a grapefruit shower gel.) But it was the most profound writing on soulmates I've ever seen! Here is what it said:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"you don't need to look for love, you only need to wait, for soulmates always find us. and just like a left foot needs a right foot, we all need a soulmate, and not unlike having two feet on the ground, it helps to be grounded before they arrive. and yet even if your goods are a little damaged, a true soulmate will always love you just the way you are. and remember...soulmates come in all shapes and sizes. they are family, friends, neighbors, co-workers, and at their best they are our true loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-484572293683049074?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/484572293683049074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=484572293683049074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/484572293683049074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/484572293683049074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-day-i-was-in-sephora-makeup-store.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3967199917525885505</id><published>2008-08-19T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:32:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PL-uL2M3xvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PL-uL2M3xvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's amazing how by simply being oneself and by doing what comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;naturally a person can so profoundly change the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's easy to forget how simple it truly is to live a life of peace and joy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perhaps because it is simple we feel like we have to make it harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why do we make life harder?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It doesn't have to be hard to bring joy to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope to bring joy to everyone I meet, to make them feel deeply loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and respected.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks, IZ.  May you smile to know your joy keeps on giving long after you are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3967199917525885505?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3967199917525885505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=3967199917525885505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3967199917525885505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3967199917525885505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2007215599988239118</id><published>2008-08-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:32:44.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word:  Balls, as in the gown and handsome prince variety, are REAL in Austria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2007215599988239118?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2007215599988239118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2007215599988239118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2007215599988239118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2007215599988239118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-balls-as-in-gown-and-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3666738899176063164</id><published>2008-08-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:14:49.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I have the best puppy in the world.  Already she barely cries at night anymore, is recognizing her name, and is getting good at coming when called.  Only one accident inside.  She is a total sweetheart, giving kisses to everybody.  She'll just sleep in my lap when I'm on the computer (like right now), but is really playful most of the time.  Even Shawn's heart of steel is starting to crumble, and she's the best person, er, dog in the world for cheering you up or to get your cuteness munchies on.  You know, when you have to just kiss something all over because it's so irresistably cute!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I'm on this extreme social kick.  When I am not in human presence, I immediately start to feel lonely.  Granted, puppies help to curb the loneliness, but I still get lonely quite often.  Not sure what to do about it.  Start a new hobby?  Except I'm no good at sticking to hobbies.  I have probably 19 hobbies that I've started at some point but then have lost interest in them in a week.  I feel a bit sensitive and thin-skinned right now, too.  Not taking criticism well.  I need to work on not viewing criticism as a personal failure, but rather as room to improve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I'm proud at my succeeding efforts to think positively.  It makes life so much better.  Around this time last year, I believe, I started reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Makeover-Teach-Yourself-Happy/dp/0767920074/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218478359&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Happiness Makeover&lt;/a&gt;.  One of its key points is positive thought (among many other jewels of wisdom; HIGHLY recommend it to anyone).  I'm proud at how far I've come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth, I feel like my ability to make decisions is paralyzed at the moment.  For some reason I'm stressing over having no real plan upon graduation.  I'm reminded of how much I've wanted to travel in the past.  Except there's no place I just have to move and no job I just have to do.  New York is okay and London would be fun, so would New Zealand or California or wherever.  I feel a bit apathetic.  This bugs the heck out of me to not have a plan.  And then fitting Shawn into it is even harder, and that's a whole other topic I probably shouldn't discuss online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth, I REALLY don't want to start school.  : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth, but life is still good.  It has its ups and downs, but there's nothing I can't face, and maybe even enjoy the highlights and the little things that make it all worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3666738899176063164?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3666738899176063164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=3666738899176063164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3666738899176063164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3666738899176063164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-of-all-i-have-best-puppy-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7684907393650038707</id><published>2008-08-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:35:59.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SJfVd_F-qFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0uKHx1FgHFk/s1600-h/kiss+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SJfVd_F-qFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0uKHx1FgHFk/s320/kiss+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230884203343554642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulu comes home tomorrow afternoon!  Hooray!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I've been working all weekend.  Bleh.  However, money is always nice to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Friends from TX came to visit last week and we had a blast!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Got in my first car wreck ever Thursday.  Boooo.  : (  But I'm thrilled that nobody was hurt.  You can always fix/replace things, but people you can never replace.  It's funny how events like this put everything into perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Life is pretty darn good, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Swimming with Shawn tomorrow, whoopeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Is it sad that it absolutely made my week to hear that the purse I've lusted over and over about at work wasn't removed at all--it actually hasn't even been released yet!  Now I can maybe get it for Christmas!!  I'm pretty sure I'm the only one at work who still doesn't own one of the purses, haha, I'm such a hardballer.  ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Oh, and I think I may read Why Men Love Bitches again.  My coworker and I realized tonight that we both have read it.  It was a good one.  It's about not being a doormat but instead being confident and why that attracts men.  I read it last summer flying home from Europe.  Although I didn't get through the whole thing, reading parts of it was definitely a turning point for me.  Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus is good, too, but I want something with a bit more sass at the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I wish I was more of a music nerd, but that may never be possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~You should check out the link to the left under Cool Links entitled "Joe's Website on Gay Marriage."  Regardless of what you believe about the subject, it's a videoclip worth watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Did I mention I'm getting my puppy tomorrow?!!!!  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7684907393650038707?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7684907393650038707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7684907393650038707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7684907393650038707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7684907393650038707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/08/lulu-comes-home-tomorrow-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SJfVd_F-qFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0uKHx1FgHFk/s72-c/kiss+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-6433099248391798961</id><published>2008-07-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:14:57.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI60i3mU80I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2JSIxUEDt7Y/s1600-h/StainedGlassDove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI60i3mU80I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2JSIxUEDt7Y/s320/StainedGlassDove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228314728556983106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass windows spattered with blood and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified when I read &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jOAQKzY-aOBqDspFkEAV_ZO65vZAD9275DI80"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article about a shooting at the Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church in Knoxville, TN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading most news articles about savage violence, I often leave the article depressed about 'how our world's going to pot' and how there are so few good people left and yadah yadah yadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I read this article by the Associated Press, I couldn't help but observe the profound love that could not be hidden, even by unthinkable cruelty. A deacon actually stood in front of bullets and died so other people didn't have to die. A husband/father made sure his family was safe and then threw himself back into the possibility of harm so he could pin down the gunman. The gunman was not even injured--the congregation simply pinned him down, removed the gun, and waited for help to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what we often fail to remember with acts of violence, or even ignorance or anger, is that these actions bear witness to a void of love. People who exhibit these behaviors often have lived loveless lives for years, and so they turn to inflict evil upon the very thing they need and crave the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why we must never give up on loving--why love should always be our greatest guide. Life devoid of love is pain, worthlessness, hollow, alone. Whatever our religion, thought, lifestyle, and creed, let us strive to be people who make every effort to keep acts like this from happening, who apply love in early and late stages of need to a world that is so clearly desperate for any kind of loving gesture and touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-6433099248391798961?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/6433099248391798961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=6433099248391798961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6433099248391798961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/6433099248391798961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/stained-glass-windows-spattered-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI60i3mU80I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2JSIxUEDt7Y/s72-c/StainedGlassDove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7576664790768717551</id><published>2008-07-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:39:45.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, assuming the universe doesn't conspire against me again, I will be getting a pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI5l3RbwmwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RurUS2edtdQ/s1600-h/am+I+a+cutie+or+a+LuLu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI5l3RbwmwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RurUS2edtdQ/s320/am+I+a+cutie+or+a+LuLu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228228217670769410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an 8 week old black &amp; tan Chihuahua and her name is Lulu.  Kelly, I know I told you I was getting a blue &amp; tan one, but I decided on Lulu because she had just the sweetest personality.  I couldn't let her go to someone else.  Fingers crossed that she's exactly what I'm looking for:  a people-oriented dog who wants to cuddle all the time and sit in my lap or be in my arms incessantly.  She's the sweetest baby EVER.  I can't wait to bring her home Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7576664790768717551?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7576664790768717551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7576664790768717551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7576664790768717551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7576664790768717551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-assuming-universe-doesnt-conspire.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SI5l3RbwmwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RurUS2edtdQ/s72-c/am+I+a+cutie+or+a+LuLu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5098721460627683316</id><published>2008-07-23T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:22:01.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lonely today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bit of a snob.  the new hairstylist i tried for the first time today reminded me of it.  i said something about how the place where she got her tattoos is supposed to be the best place in town.  she said she thinks all artists are great.  i guess deep down i think all artists are great in their own way, too.  i may not enjoy or be profoundly moved by their work, but i greatly respect anyone who uses their creativity (ethically).  expressing your art is truly a gift you give to all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be more humble.  i realize this is a healthy, vital characteristic in life.  how do you become more humble?  sign up to serve people somehow?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes i get snobby when i feel insecure.  she made me feel a bit insecure:  she was so loud and THERE IN MY FACE.  that kind of personality.  but i like how she cut my hair (although i feel bad about not going to my friend who cuts hair, but i just needed something different), and maybe i can learn something from the bohemian girl with gold bangles and tattoos all up one arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5098721460627683316?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5098721460627683316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5098721460627683316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5098721460627683316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5098721460627683316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-lonely-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2349194110577096029</id><published>2008-07-21T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:42:59.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion design'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fashion Design Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of wild, but I keep having these ideas of designs dance through my head.  I've kind of stopped trying to sketch them all out, although I really should document them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I steered away from the option of a career in something like fashion design (or advertising or sales or...) because I thought that it was a bit superficial and knew I wanted a career in which I directly helped people every day.  This still resonates as true at some level, but I see also how I could be really cut out for a career in fashion design or another related field:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love merging creativity with function (I love using my creativity, period!) &lt;br /&gt;~I like being my own boss&lt;br /&gt;~I don't like bringing work home with me but am happy to work overtime at the studio (I don't know if you do or don't bring work home with fashion design)&lt;br /&gt;~I have all these designs floating through my mind and can even create ones with prompts (like using a specific fabric or for a particular purpose)&lt;br /&gt;~I love my job at a fashion retail store&lt;br /&gt;~When I walk through the mall, I will think of ways I could make clothes and purses and shoes and etc. better.  Then I wonder why I don't&lt;br /&gt;~I feel like if my heart was really in it, I could achieve whatever I wanted&lt;br /&gt;~Fashion design is more "friendly" to me.  It is easy and natural for me to sketch out design ideas and I actually do it, but the thought of picking up a paint brush makes me freeze in fear&lt;br /&gt;~The idea of moving to a fashion mecca like NYC, Paris, or Milan is really exciting and doable for me&lt;br /&gt;~And I've gotten some really great affirmations from people.  Several good friends say they could see it really fitting.  My roommate hung out with some fashion design students and said that she thought I was a lot like them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have always said I have my own particular style, and a lot of people complement me about my wardrobe choices.  I'm not saying these things to brag, but simply to try to piece together reasons why it would be a great fit for a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4-year plan looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1:  Take classes in sewing and maybe an Intro to Fashion Design course.  Begin work on kick-ass portfolio.  Graduate from college.&lt;br /&gt;Year 2:  Find a job (perhaps fashion or retail related) and work for a year until Shawn graduates.  Maybe take more sewing and design classes.  Finish and tweak kick-ass portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;Year 3:  Get into a prominent fashion design school like Parsons or FIT and move to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;Year 4:  Using my fabulous contacts made at fashion school, land a ridiculously amazing and enjoyable job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2349194110577096029?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2349194110577096029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2349194110577096029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2349194110577096029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2349194110577096029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/fashion-design-dreams-its-kind-of-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8812780591882731196</id><published>2008-07-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:48:27.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion design'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I really want to become a fashion designer.  I'm excited to sign up for sewing classes to better show me if I'm truly into it.  I've done sewing before in a fashion design class in high school and loved it.  The only thing that frustrated me is that I didn't have the skills to use boundless creativity in my projects.  I think I'll maybe get my feet wet with a sewing class this semester and see what happens.  I would need to buid up a portfolio and all that jazz if I'm going to apply for schools.  Fashion design would be a great way to express my artistic soul and creativity.  For some reason, fashion design is far less imposing to me than painting.  Already I've designed about 8 different dresses and a purse on paper.  Once I get the skills I'd love to make and revamp some fabulous clothes!  They have this awesome book at Barnes &amp; Noble about how to spice up thrift store finds.  That would be so much fun!  Maybe I'll try my hand at it this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I jump around from career to career a lot, but I believe this would be a perfect blend of art and practicality.  I believe I would have what it takes to go as far as I wanted to into the field, and I love the idea of traveling and working with all kinds of fascinating people.  It's fun to dream big and even more fun to achieve your goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about fashion design for me as a career?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8812780591882731196?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8812780591882731196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8812780591882731196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8812780591882731196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8812780591882731196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-moda-today-i-really-want-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1634941742260063836</id><published>2008-07-14T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:58:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No kittens allowed in the house.  I definitely cried.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1634941742260063836?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1634941742260063836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1634941742260063836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1634941742260063836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1634941742260063836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-kittens-allowed-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-9135002088788783620</id><published>2008-07-14T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:22:17.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are going fine.  Even though I'm working 2 jobs, they aren't giving me many hours and I've been a bit bored lately.  But that will be good once school begins because then I won't feel too overwhelmed.  I've been finding that I really like the working life and being busy.  I think keeping busy for the most part keeps me happy.  But it's also nice to just sprawl out and relax and read and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend recently.  He's a bit of a perv, but yet a very outgoing, self-involved, fun perv.  I don't know what to think about having introduced him to my closest friends.  I guess they have to make their own decisions, though, and so far they're doing a good job with this one.  We had tons of fun at his house the other night (don't worry, Shawn came, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my wine job I met this guy that looked familiar.  As it turns out, he is also the brother of this guy I went to high school with and an old, old family friend of Shawn and his family!  Since the guy, B, works where we work, Shawn talked with him for a long time the other day and didn't even realize that B was B and vice versa.  B is a super fun, cool guy, so hopefully he'll be able to hang out with us soon.  As a side note, I'm trying especially hard lately to be friendly and make new friends since a lot of my close ones have graduated and are moving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been housesitting lately.  It's fun to live other people's lives for just a bit.  I love imagining what my life will look like in a few years.  Strangely enough, I could see it looking fairly similar to these people's lives.  Even Shawn mentioned that, that he could see us being like them.  I'm not quite sure what he meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't decide on 1 cat vs. 2.  Since the precious little boy one fell through, I had thought maybe just one, but there's part of me that doesn't want my sweet little girl to live alone all the time when I'm not there.  But I also worry about my life not being the most stable right now, and would I be able to move 2 cats overseas?, and do most places rent to people with 2 cats, &amp; etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reading some very interesting books, but you'd probably think I'm a nut job if I told you what they are, haha.  Let's just say they deal with a lot of New Agey concepts.  Which brings me to ask, what do you think when you think of 'New Age?'  I'd been conditioned all my life to think 'weird' and think of energy 'stuff', but it seems like there are so many things that fall under the New Age umbrella.  I'm not sure what people mean when they say 'New Age.'  Now, having read a bit more about it, I think of paranormal phenomenon, altered states of consciousness, psychic phenomena, reincarnation, astral projection and out-of-body experiences, energy work, crystals, and the list goes on.  I guess I should just look it up on wikipedia, but it's interesting to read what people think who know varying amounts of information about New Age, or anything, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-9135002088788783620?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/9135002088788783620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=9135002088788783620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9135002088788783620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9135002088788783620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-are-going-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1611135660632753034</id><published>2008-07-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:04:34.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ups and downs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Final Kitty Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the other lady wants the two brown kittens (including the one I wanted).  I am really disappointed, but I'm sure there's another kitty out there who will need a good home and will be just as sweet.  There's a black and white one in the litter that is unclaimed, so I'm waiting on pics of him.  In the past I've just really loved the brown tabby markings on the Maine Coons, but maybe I'll love this b &amp; w kitty just as much or more, we'll see.  Yesterday was just an emotional day--probably not the best day to get news like that, but oh well.  I guess you just have to stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1611135660632753034?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1611135660632753034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1611135660632753034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1611135660632753034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1611135660632753034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-kitty-update-unfortunately-other.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2818568320406621323</id><published>2008-07-11T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:37:07.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ups and downs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Emo Post of the Month:  Beware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel raw.  I'm experiencing confusing emotions so strongly and I don't know what to make of it.  It's not PMS, either.  I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel like I'm living in a constant state of nervous, nagging energy that won't go away.  I feel lost, with no plan that appeals for the future concerning so many areas.  I'm naturally a decision-maker and like to have goals I can work toward, but everything I think of lacks appeal.  Decision deadlines are rapidly approaching and I have no direction.  I feel like a beautiful bird with her wing feathers plucked.  I feel that it's so hard to be the person I want to be.  I think you could do much better than me.  Yet I also feel like I shouldn't have to bend my will to suit you.  I'm beautiful and wonderful and fabulous the way I am and you should appreciate it; love me for who I am.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could make all this better, but I don't know how.  It's such a bad way to feel--knowing something needs fixing but you don't know what or how.  I feel like I'm in a meaningless, cruel, teasing maze with no way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E79XLtn-qoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E79XLtn-qoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2818568320406621323?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2818568320406621323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2818568320406621323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2818568320406621323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2818568320406621323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-raw.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5575058790725689089</id><published>2008-07-09T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:52:53.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on (hopefully) baby #2:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard from the foster lady.  Apparently another lady called before me, but there is a litter of 3 Maine Coon mixes:  2 brown tabbies and a black and white.  The lady wants to adopt the 2 brown tabbies.  But I'm hoping that the foster lady can convince the adopting lady to adopt the other brown tabby (a female) and the black and white.  Oh, I don't know why, but I'm just in love with this kitty.  This is very unlike me to fall in love with only a picture, but I just have a very good feeling about baby #2.  I feel a bit spoiled and juvenile insisting on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this kitty&lt;/span&gt;, but you want what you want. Please wish me luck and send kind thoughts our way!  I think it would be so cute to have a little boy and girl, too.  God, please let "us" work out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5575058790725689089?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5575058790725689089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5575058790725689089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5575058790725689089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5575058790725689089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-hopefully-baby-2-heard-from.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-292917879275064398</id><published>2008-07-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:52:59.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep your fingers crossed that this little guy can be baby #2:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SHL5fv169ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xhSwZiZwXcs/s320/AR47.11346960-1-pn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220509241889715602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've tried contacting the people who have him to no avail.  I don't even know if someone else has already claimed him.  Today at Petsmart I almost made a tag for him when I made one for Ellie, just to make me believe a little more that it could happen.  I'm completely and wholly in love with both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-292917879275064398?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/292917879275064398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=292917879275064398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/292917879275064398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/292917879275064398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-your-fingers-crossed-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SHL5fv169ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xhSwZiZwXcs/s72-c/AR47.11346960-1-pn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8995763681994248336</id><published>2008-07-06T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:44:41.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What do you think, one cat or two?  Feel free to leave lengthy advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8995763681994248336?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8995763681994248336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8995763681994248336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8995763681994248336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8995763681994248336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-think-one-cat-or-two-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4325619691243779114</id><published>2008-07-04T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:45:01.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love spending cloudy mornings reading in bed.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4325619691243779114?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4325619691243779114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4325619691243779114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4325619691243779114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4325619691243779114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-spending-cloudy-mornings-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8214456186697085898</id><published>2008-07-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:25:02.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE DAY UNTIL HEAVEN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven, aka, THE CHILDLESS ZONE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one of those days where it was all I could do to keep from screaming at someone.  For this reason, I seriously wonder whether children of my own are ever in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day to dream of happy thoughts, like my whitewashed house on a cliff overlooking the sea.  It would be full of beautiful, strange, and exotic things.  I want everything in my house to have some kind of significance.  I don't want to fill it up with useless clutter (it's already starting to get that way). It might have a cat or two running around.  A lovely garden would be planted around it.  All I need to figure out is where I could get this out without paying a million for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt; posted a great &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVnRzEjpUmE"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of the band MGMT's song "Time to Pretend."  While the song glorifies the fast life, it resonates with me.  The singers ask you to not judge them for the fact that they've decided to live fast and die young.  While I definitely don't want to die young, I agree that there is more to life than living in an office cubicle, and each person has to find meaning in their life.  I want to be different than everyone else.  I feel like I already am, but as I'm at a stage where I am creating significant parts of my life, I don't want to choose a path of drudgery.  I don't want to be a bum or hippie or floater, but so many paths of life that I witness being traveled by the people around me don't seem like something I would want for my own.  I guess I just don't know where to go from here with that knowledge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8214456186697085898?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8214456186697085898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8214456186697085898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8214456186697085898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8214456186697085898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-day-until-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8766567180471846976</id><published>2008-06-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:28:35.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGhJaktPRxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xc2Isy6Y0Mc/s1600-h/Ellie+%26+Britt+1+(3+weeks).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGhJaktPRxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xc2Isy6Y0Mc/s320/Ellie+%26+Britt+1+(3+weeks).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500889187567378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my precious baby angel.  You just can't see the wings in this photo.  I've named her Ellie and she is 3 weeks old.  She is (we think) a lilac point Siamese and is the most amazing cat I have ever met in my entire life.  I am in love.  She gets to come home to me in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGhJbIJF0CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZEB5xv9_t1w/s1600-h/Ellie+%26+Brothers+1+(3+weeks).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGhJbIJF0CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZEB5xv9_t1w/s320/Ellie+%26+Brothers+1+(3+weeks).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500898699628578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Ellie and her brothers.  I think she's the one my hand is touching.  She's so tiny!  I can't wait to see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never felt so happy about a cat, but I just knew she is who I want to live with me.  I'm a complete sucker for her already, and she just opened her eyes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she bonds with me and loves me as much as I love her.  I hope I can give her everything she ever needs.  She is the most wonderful, fabulous, fantastic, perfect cat ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8766567180471846976?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8766567180471846976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8766567180471846976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8766567180471846976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8766567180471846976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-precious-baby-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGhJaktPRxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xc2Isy6Y0Mc/s72-c/Ellie+%26+Britt+1+(3+weeks).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-401509736166963551</id><published>2008-06-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:23:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warm Fuzzies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life last night.  I danced the night away.  And not only did I dance the night away, but I got my friend E who was in town to dance with me, and he ended up having a blast!  One of my favorite things in life is encouraging people to enjoy themselves to the fullest even if it means pushing the edge of comfortable.  Many people don't feel comfortable dancing in public, but when you just let loose and allow yourself to have fun and not worry about anyone else around you, you end up having the most amazing time.  It's funny, because six months ago I would have been the wallflower, but lately I've felt myself opening up and it's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I thought I would go see the little Siamese kitty I'm thinking about getting, but it fell through.  I really hope tomorrow will work out.  I feel like having a pet in my life would be really healthy for me right now--something to make me slow down a bit and appreciate the little things.  There is just something about animals that makes a part of my heart open up that nobody else can warm.  I really hope that when I meet this kitty for the first time she just feels like a good choice and a good fit into my life.  Sometimes animals are the best to hold.  If things go well, I'll probably post pictures!  She would be ready to come home in about 3 weeks.  I really hope it works out.  I guess it can if I really want it to, but knowing exactly what you want is sometimes the hard part.  Maybe I make life too confusing.  Maybe life is simpler than we all make it out to be a lot of the time.  But I'd really love a sweet little kitty to sit in my lap (and maybe even chase around) every day.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-401509736166963551?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/401509736166963551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=401509736166963551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/401509736166963551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/401509736166963551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/warm-fuzzies-i-had-time-of-my-life-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2151975919985686841</id><published>2008-06-24T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:30:56.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling better.  Thanks for all the supportive comments.  Life really is so crazy right now, though.  It's kind of sad when you look forward for weekdays so things will calm down a touch, when normal weekday life is calmer than weekends.  But I think this may soon change.  Not to be cryptic, but you know how it goes about posting tons of info. about one's job online...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'm still wanting something small and warm and fuzzy, and I hear that Siamese cats maybe aren't quite as bad for allergies.  Also, oddly enough, female cats don't produce quite as many allergens as male cats!  How strange!  So I'm looking for my baby girl.  I've already found a lady who has 1 week old Siamese kittens.  The mom is a lilac point and the dad is a seal point.  I would love it if the little girl is a lilac point--they're so ethereal and lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGGkknJkrqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z4F7ACsq5O4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215630792363126434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilac Point Siamese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGGkkm-MGsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YJ7hEPnKmkI/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215630792315378370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seal Point Siamese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-2ftLpb530&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-2ftLpb530&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Note:  The video and pictures are not the actual cats I'm looking at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other Greatly Anticipated Activities to Do Once I Regain My Life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Get a fantastic, furry, lovely pet of some kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. Make all the &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;post secrets&lt;/a&gt; I've been collecting for weeks and send them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. Spread out a blanket on the ground at a park with a dear friend, lay looking up at the clouds moving for hours, and talk about life and all its secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. Sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2151975919985686841?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2151975919985686841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2151975919985686841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2151975919985686841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2151975919985686841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-feeling-better.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SGGkknJkrqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z4F7ACsq5O4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5855992518356515469</id><published>2008-06-21T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:50:11.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is hard working so much.  I want a day to seriously just lay on my bed, lights off and windows drawn, to just think and be still and not worry about anything.  Before that I would wake up in the early morning, walk through my neighborhood in the dawn looking at all the lovely little houses.  I'm weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so stressed.  And I know this will only last a few weeks, and I could just say the word and end it, but I don't know what I want.  This is a significant problem in my life at the moment--no knowing what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an interesting &lt;a href="http://career-advice.monster.com/selfassessment/Discover-the-Work-You-Were-Born-to-/home.aspx"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that has you answer a bunch of questions to assess what is important to you, potentially for careers.  Here's my self-portrait in 4 questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you believe in most?&lt;/span&gt;  Actions speaking louder than words.  Caring.  Helping.  Compassion.  Big-heartedness.  There is still good in the world.  Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you most value?&lt;/span&gt;  People, especially those who show me they care.  Genuineness.  Love.  Compassion.  Free time.  Art--having my surroundings be aesthetically pleasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do the following well:&lt;/span&gt;  Show others I care.  Speak Spanish and sign language.  Be responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a good life, I feel I need:&lt;/span&gt;  The love of my life.  (Yes, I said it.  Please don't think less of me that I do need someone.  I think we all need people.  Maybe need is a strong word, but I think I'd be much, much happier with my love by my side.)  Free time to do my hobbies.  A good job (one that's decently good to come to work to every day and that won't leave me worrying about what the heck I'll do if my car breaks down.  A cute little place to live that I've decorated myself and which houses several wonderful animals.  A nice location to live in.  Giving of myself to others.  Art.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I don't feel like a very cool person.  I just feel stressed and a little upset with myself that when I'm busy like this I feel the need to put my life on hold in certain ways.  I know it will get better, but tonight is just a little rough.  I'm heading to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5855992518356515469?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5855992518356515469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5855992518356515469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5855992518356515469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5855992518356515469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-hard-working-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-592382313667389311</id><published>2008-06-19T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:03:51.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Much-Anticipated Activities and Goals for When I Have A Life Again (In 2 Weeks?!!):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Lay out at the pool as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Work on becoming closer friends with people.  (Be a better friend.  Sometimes people really aren't lying when they say they're busy--sometimes they're so busy that they have little to offer and they're doing all they can just to get by.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Clean my room (!!!!).  (If you tried to enter my closet at this point, we'd probably never see you again...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Research career options and develop a plan (maybe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read up on Buddhism and attend meditation sessions again.  Take a meditation retreat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Exercise regularly, perhaps in the cool of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Disappear off to the beach for a much-needed vacation.  Anyone want to come with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Dream of my dream house and life and start making it more of a reality by sketching and documenting it.  You know how your stomach aches in a good way because thinking about something makes you so happy?  I want to think of those things more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Break out the sewing machine, design, and make some awesome clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-592382313667389311?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/592382313667389311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=592382313667389311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/592382313667389311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/592382313667389311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-anticipated-activities-and-goals.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-5322020643010192886</id><published>2008-06-19T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:47:56.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Working with kids is teaching me so much about life, myself, and people.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've taught me to be assertive when I need to be.  Sometimes you really need to be the boss in certain situations.  You have to be to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've taught me not to care too much about what people think.  Try as I might to prevent this, there will be days when the kids are furious with me, upset, cranky, etc.  I've gotten to the point where I don't really care.  Of course I want them to be happy, but I don't take it personally when they take out their anger/crankiness on me.  I know it's bound to happen.  This makes me think I should go easier on adults, too, and not take things adults do so personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids have taught me that even a bad day has lots of good in it, and vice versa.  There are always highlights to even the worst day.  You have to focus on the highlights to stave off disenchantment at the least and at the worst, depression.  This is so true of life, yet perhaps the highlights aren't always as clear as they are in a classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that I probably don't want to work with kids again.  I think I might prefer the older crowd more.  While I would consider my work right now a generally positive experience, I'm seriously wondering whether I want to sign up to do it again.  I think that if you have to ask yourself the question of whether or not you should be working with kids, if you have to think about it for any length of time, the answer is probably no.  I have to think about it a lot.  Where does that lead me?  Maybe to grad school for Spanish or Fashion Design school or something else to do with Deaf Education or some office job I don't know I'm in love with yet.  I guess I'm still trying to figure out whether or not I love teaching or if something else is better for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it is a complete surprise where life leads us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-5322020643010192886?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/5322020643010192886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=5322020643010192886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5322020643010192886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/5322020643010192886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-with-kids-is-teaching-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2904532032629774795</id><published>2008-06-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:16:09.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will officially be working 3 jobs in the following week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beyond stressed.  I am beyond busy.  I have a feeble-at-best social life, yet I'm happy most of the time these days.  There is something magic about being busy.  I will admit, however, that I absolutely cannot wait for the 4th of July weekend.  TWO UNADULTERATED DAYS OF RELAXATION.(!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream sometimes of being a beautiful bride, but know that day will not come for a long, long time.  And I groan that we as women build up this one day our whole lives, build up that tower so high that nobody and nothing could ever reach our expectations locked up at the very top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, the idea of buying a house has persisted in remaining inside my brain.  It is not the right time to buy a house.  I do not have enough of an income to buy a house.  Yet the nesting urge is striking fast and furious, and I have an overwhelming desire to decorate and call a place my very own.  Sigh.  But I guess there's nothing wrong, either, with having things to look forward to achieving.  As satisfying as immediate gratification is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I would like to eventually get my Ph.D. in Spanish, with some kind of Latin American studies emphasis.  And maybe an Anthropological twist.  And other days I want to break into the Fashion Design industry.  And even other days I think maybe Deaf Ed. isn't so bad.  Spanish is standing out the most right now, though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ever mention how much teachers have to work their asses off?!!!!  I think every kid when they start to reach that ornery, give-teachers-crap phase, should have to plan a full day of class and teach it.  We would revolutionize America in this manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how I'm learning to enjoy life even when it's confusing and I don't have all the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  It is a sad existence at my age to have children's toys scattered throughout the back of my car and to go to bed religiously at 9pm.  But I'm happy, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2904532032629774795?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2904532032629774795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2904532032629774795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2904532032629774795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2904532032629774795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-officially-be-working-3-jobs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-1422978150395398778</id><published>2008-06-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:34:19.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on lately.  I keep trying to post stuff, but then get shy and keep it only as a draft.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is tough.  It is a lot more work than I thought.  If anything, I feel like I have strided light years in terms of assertiveness (which had been lacking lately).  Email/msg/call me if you want to know more as there is a lot to tell that I really shouldn't post online.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am exhausted daily, but yet it kind of feels good to be busy.  I think I'm generally happier when I'm busy.  Aside from working, I've managed to fit in a float trip, a lake trip, and a job interview (for when this job finishes next month).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't seen many posts from you all, either.  Please catch me up on your lives!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-1422978150395398778?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/1422978150395398778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=1422978150395398778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1422978150395398778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/1422978150395398778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/lot-has-been-going-on-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-8221627916915289683</id><published>2008-06-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:08:46.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want this puppy soooooo bad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEndWwM3w4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pr_q3AzoIEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEndWwM3w4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pr_q3AzoIEQ/s320/IMG_1401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208937826996437890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEndW0_0-PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UxjZjj_tuEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEndW0_0-PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UxjZjj_tuEQ/s320/IMG_1420.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208937828283906290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I found out I'm allergic to cats, I've pretty much nixed that idea and have had puppies on the brain.  It's strange, even before I knew I was allergic to cats, I kept having these recurring longings to get a puppy.  Maybe it's a sign that I'm a dog lover at heart.  Or just a novice at cats--I've never owned one, and it is a bit daunting to think of getting one, not knowing what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this precious puppy is a tiny Chihuahua.  I think she's about 6 weeks old in this pic.  I'm seriously contemplating the idea of getting a puppy.  I like the Chihuahuas because they're so small you can take them a lot of places that normally wouldn't let you have a dog.  Like the mall.  Yes, I want to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl.  But I'm still trying to figure out if I will have enough time to devote to someone who fully depends on me.  I remember when my ex-roommate got a puppy last year and how stressful it was.  Not sure I'm ready to sign up for that.  Ideally, I think I would live in my own place if I got a pet, but that probably won't happen for at least a year.  But, then again, none of life will be the best case scenario, and sometimes you just have to do what will make you happy with what you have and see what happens.  Not that I'm advocating being irresponsible and getting a pet you can't care for, but I have truly researched the dog I think would be best for my current circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I have so much more to post on that is completely canine unrelated, but it shall have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-8221627916915289683?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/8221627916915289683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=8221627916915289683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8221627916915289683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/8221627916915289683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-this-puppy-soooooo-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEndWwM3w4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pr_q3AzoIEQ/s72-c/IMG_1401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7027501405072743477</id><published>2008-06-01T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:50:52.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cat Saga Comes to an Abrupt End (I Think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I went and saw someone's kittens--they were actually the babies of a stray that lives near her house. After I played with them, I noticed my face got really itchy.  But yesterday at the pound where there are thousands of them I noticed that my eyes got itchy. It seems like this happens especially with longhaired cats. When I held the beautiful black cat yesterday I noticed that she shedded a lot and some of her hair got on my face and clothes. My eyes were itchy for most of the rest of the day. : / So I don't know if I'm truly allergic to cats, or allergic to tons of cats, if the allergy would get worse if I owned a cat or if being around a cat more often would get me more "used to" it.  Even though I hate this, I'm thinking maybe a puppy is better for me than kitties. Bummer! On a positive note, maybe I can find a tiny little dog and pretend it's a cat and train it to go inside on a wee-wee pad so it's lower maintenance. Gosh, I'm still not completely convinced that I don't want a cat, but since I'm feeling hesitant combined with probable allergies--maybe I should wait.  I don't want my mild reaction to morph me into a puffed out marshmallow face someday.  : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7027501405072743477?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7027501405072743477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7027501405072743477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7027501405072743477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7027501405072743477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-saga-comes-to-abrupt-end-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4670524078513854314</id><published>2008-05-31T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:55:56.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jduFDgIr598&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jduFDgIr598&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4670524078513854314?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4670524078513854314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4670524078513854314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4670524078513854314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4670524078513854314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-142305245252638944</id><published>2008-05-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:20:15.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEB9CLRiBTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KqVjr79trFo/s1600-h/85+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEB9CLRiBTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KqVjr79trFo/s320/85+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206298645579826482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat Noir&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so bad Wednesday.  I went to the pound on a whim to look at cats.  I wasn't hoping to take one home, but went "just to look."  But lately I've been surprisingly hard-hearted when it comes to animals, so I was quite surprised that I fell in love with a longhaired black, vivid yellow-orange eyed vixen of a six month old female kitty.  I stuck my fingers up to her cage and she quickly stuck her paws through the bars to just hold them.  But when I took her out of the cage, she didn't use her paws at all, but just happily purred and sat calmly on my lap.  This is basically what I want--a big, hairy, black marshmallow.  : )  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may go get her tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, the photo does not nearly do her justice.  I can't yet think of a good name for her.  As a first-time cat owner, I would love all the advice I could get on owning a cat!  If I get her, I may have to frantically digest Cats for Dummies.  Please, any advice or name suggestions would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-142305245252638944?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/142305245252638944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=142305245252638944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/142305245252638944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/142305245252638944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/chat-noir-i-was-so-bad-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SEB9CLRiBTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KqVjr79trFo/s72-c/85+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3171205609669679946</id><published>2008-05-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:55:52.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you believe about this quote:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who you marry should be the easiest decision you ever make." -Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3171205609669679946?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3171205609669679946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=3171205609669679946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3171205609669679946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3171205609669679946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-believe-about-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3545953675885817009</id><published>2008-05-26T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:13:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how, after you've been gone for a few days, you can smell what your house actually smells like?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room smells like happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3545953675885817009?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3545953675885817009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=3545953675885817009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3545953675885817009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3545953675885817009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-how-after-youve-been-gone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-9192331937305457858</id><published>2008-05-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:10:35.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a guilty confession:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate chicken today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I ever will do that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm vegetarian.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-9192331937305457858?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/9192331937305457858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=9192331937305457858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9192331937305457858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/9192331937305457858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-guilty-confession-i-ate-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-7381259738291972058</id><published>2008-05-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:05:21.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;On being a butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just told a friend how it's funny, well, actually kind of sad, but toward the end of summers I always start really feeling like myself again, but then school starts. I covet the day there's no more school! But I also realize it's a little scary to be out of school and move on and change things so much. I think that's why a lot of people don't make a big change after graduating, but I also think a lot of those people end up regretting it. I believe firmly that everyone needs to spread their wings at some point in their life; usually when they're young.  Your wings often grow less flexible the older you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;School.  Sigh.  Sometimes I enjoy going to classes, if they're something I'm fascinated by.  I love meeting all kinds of different people, and have made most of the best friends of my life in college.  But the stress just eats at me.  I can't be my happiest like this.  Going to school puts me in survival mode, not thriving.  Some people may argue that you simply have to have the right mentality, and you'll thrive anywhere.  Well, maybe this is true, but I feel healthy again when summer has had its effect on me for a few months.  I hope I feel like that when I get a job someday, but I'm a little scared I won't.  It's just so much easier to be happy when there's no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I'm so glad it's summer.  I can't wait to feel like me again.  I've only got one more year of this bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-7381259738291972058?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/7381259738291972058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=7381259738291972058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7381259738291972058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/7381259738291972058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-being-butterfly-i-just-told-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-3394053847570790775</id><published>2008-05-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:07:34.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dane Cook'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4nsI02gnUk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4nsI02gnUk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;Dane Cook--Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;This had me crying from laughing so hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-3394053847570790775?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/3394053847570790775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=3394053847570790775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3394053847570790775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/3394053847570790775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/dane-cook-crying-this-had-me-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2021148875192076991</id><published>2008-05-15T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:08:07.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080515/ap_on_re_us/gay_marriage"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; makes me happy; even happier than finishing finals today (woohoo!!!!).  In my book, gay rights are civil rights.  Period.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Edit*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some fascinating &lt;a href="http://60minutes.yahoo.com/segment/68/gay_or_straight"&gt;videoclips&lt;/a&gt; from 60 Minutes on homosexuals and studies researching what causes someone to be gay or lesbian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that the more brothers a guy has, the more likely he is to be gay unless he's a lefty--then he only has a 2% chance of being gay, just like firstborn sons.  Don't believe me?  Watch the &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open('http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/news?ch=334515&amp;cl=2727260&amp;lang=en','playerWindow','width=793,height=608,scrollbars=no'));"&gt;clip&lt;/a&gt;.  My only critique is they didn't give the statistics other than the firstborn son is only 2% likely to be gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/page/gay_marriage"&gt;Clip&lt;/a&gt; on why gay and lesbian couples want to be married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2021148875192076991?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2021148875192076991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2021148875192076991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2021148875192076991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2021148875192076991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-makes-me-happy-even-happier-than.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4409729637002104249</id><published>2008-05-13T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:08:39.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiBtXfasI/AAAAAAAAADc/yrFbSAszG5I/s1600-h/22904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiBtXfasI/AAAAAAAAADc/yrFbSAszG5I/s320/22904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200006132505995970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left my heart on Picadilly Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I feel like I post more than the average bear on places I'd like to live But you see, I research ideal living situations recreationally.  Bored?  Let's find a new place to live!  Let's email friends who live there or nearby and ask them their likes and gripes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;England has captured my heart.  I've gone to such lengths that I've even researched weather and climate information, fun things to do in different places in England, where the people are said to be friendliest...  I haven't applied for jobs yet, but give me six months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiCNXfatI/AAAAAAAAADk/E61kLvl2BPU/s320/ljub-river01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200006141095930578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One city I'm really interested in is &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=Leeds,+UK&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;Leeds&lt;/a&gt;.  One English friend, Fran, gave it glowing reviews.  Another lovely woman I ran across online also loved it.  I hear that it's really artsy (an absolute must), has lots of good shopping, is a music center, and the people are pretty friendly since it's northern (it's fabled that the further north you go in England, the warmer the personalities).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiCdXfauI/AAAAAAAAADs/0rU3-9ml1TY/s320/Dcp_4673cs1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200006145390897890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiCtXfawI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hYv_xZNRgjw/s320/s_leeds1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200006149685865218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also fairly close to where a few of my English friends live.  It would be so nice to be able to just jump on a train for an hour to go see them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiCdXfavI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IUGwS1PgeCY/s320/AHW057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200006145390897906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4409729637002104249?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4409729637002104249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4409729637002104249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4409729637002104249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4409729637002104249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-left-my-heart-on-picadilly-line-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCoiBtXfasI/AAAAAAAAADc/yrFbSAszG5I/s72-c/22904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-4418141648503698375</id><published>2008-05-12T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:09:19.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided that finals make my soul excruciatingly and insidiously leak out of me, milliliter by milliliter, drop by drop...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, perhaps having this song on incessant repeat minimizes the damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_O80b002XT0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_O80b002XT0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elton was quite the hunk back in the day, no?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compare that video from 1971 to a much more recent one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjHKtdLLhOc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjHKtdLLhOc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting that even though I can tell the new one is much more technically accurate and Elton's voice has matured, I still much prefer the older video.  It has this raw, youthful energy that adds so much to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Elton perform in Madison Square Gardens makes me totally want to move to NYC.  But that's a whole completely different post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-4418141648503698375?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/4418141648503698375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=4418141648503698375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4418141648503698375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/4418141648503698375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-decided-that-finals-make-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-2033901454135042295</id><published>2008-05-11T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:09:46.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCeyXtXfalI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pg6H6sU_9Vk/s1600-h/0220f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCeyXtXfalI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pg6H6sU_9Vk/s320/0220f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199320415207385682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one of the &lt;a href="http://tattoo.about.com/cs/tatart/l/bl0220f.htm"&gt;cooler tattoos&lt;/a&gt; I've seen for a guy.  My favorite tattoos on guys are the ones on their shoulder.  In this one if I were doing the tattoo, I wouldn't include the reddish part, I think.  I like the plain black.  (Is the red maybe from the tattoo being done recently?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCeyX9XfamI/AAAAAAAAACo/QxslxWoxp74/s1600-h/krys0420b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCeyX9XfamI/AAAAAAAAACo/QxslxWoxp74/s320/krys0420b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199320419502352994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a pretty &lt;a href="http://tattoo.about.com/cs/tatart/l/blkrys0420b.htm"&gt;cool rose&lt;/a&gt;.  This is probably fairly large in real life, but if I got one like this, it would be really small.  When I went to Europe last summer I saw a woman with a tiny tattoo on her neck right below her earlobe.  It was the perfect blend of exquisite and edgy.  I think I'd get one similar to this if I ever got a tattoo there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also really love a lot of tattoos that I've seen people have on their wrists.  I once heard of a girl who used to chronically cut herself on her wrists and arms.  One day, as she was about to cut herself, she realized, "I'm worth more than this."  So she had "Worth" tattooed on her wrist to remind her whenever she thought about cutting.  After that, she finally gained the strength to stop cutting herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that when it comes down to tattoos on my own body, I'm a bit too wussy to get one, both for fear of the pain and of stretch marks eventually morphing them into goulish affairs (although this wouldn't be much of a problem on an arm or leg, I guess).  Maybe the biggest reason, however, for not getting a tattoo is I just haven't found one meaningful enough for me to wear the rest of my life.  If I found a tattoo, like the girl who found "Worth," that I loved both its meaning and aesthetic, I'd probably get it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-2033901454135042295?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/2033901454135042295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=2033901454135042295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2033901454135042295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/2033901454135042295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/tats-here-is-one-of-cooler-tattoos-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/SCeyXtXfalI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pg6H6sU_9Vk/s72-c/0220f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087626.post-568867368367459167</id><published>2008-05-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:38:24.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Today at 5:30, Daniel passed on.  My friend thanks everyone for their loving support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35087626-568867368367459167?l=ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/feeds/568867368367459167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35087626&amp;postID=568867368367459167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/568867368367459167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35087626/posts/default/568867368367459167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwalledinclimbup.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-at-530-daniel-passed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pensive Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11543382066991071178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcMEnjUMmWI/STw_BNN3AyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wkuts72aAi0/S220/fireflyers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
