<?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-8365489144297151600</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:06.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liv-Luv-Lyf</title><subtitle type='html'>My place to vent. Ya know?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-7809461199565654578</id><published>2008-03-11T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:20:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDP4ajwP27s/R9cTRKBGoRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Os4JjfDRHzo/s1600-h/christmas+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDP4ajwP27s/R9cTRKBGoRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Os4JjfDRHzo/s320/christmas+2007+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176627482153361682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not on here very often anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's up with that? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mind is just scattered everywhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nowadays.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't contain my thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how to contain my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;It's like my brain cells are bouncing against my skull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brain is almost never at ease &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can constantly feel my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are so erratic &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day I woke up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my heart was beating so fast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that it actually hurt&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom says it might be anxiety&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anxiety?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What am I anxious about? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not exactly sure what's wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don't like talking about it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I write better than I talk anyway&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My muscles are tense &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're always tense.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thinking about &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being full-blown vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't made any moves yet&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I cut beef &amp;amp; pork out my diet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That doesn't count though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause a lot of people do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says&lt;br /&gt;"your heart has to be set on it&lt;br /&gt;You can't just go through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Of vegetarians&lt;br /&gt;You have to think like them&lt;br /&gt;Act like them&lt;br /&gt;Not just eat like them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course while my dad was saying all this&lt;br /&gt;I was acting all nonchalant and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really,&lt;br /&gt;He has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad made vegetarians seem like&lt;br /&gt;A whole different species&lt;br /&gt;Which what I expect from&lt;br /&gt;An all-American meat-lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back with you&lt;br /&gt;(whoever "you" are)&lt;br /&gt;On my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic at that top&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like puttin' it there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like it&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas&lt;br /&gt;As you can see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-7809461199565654578?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7809461199565654578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=7809461199565654578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/7809461199565654578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/7809461199565654578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I normally flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the first few sprinkles, actually.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't force it.&lt;br /&gt;Just let ease on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening&lt;br /&gt;At school&lt;br /&gt;At home (I'm moving)&lt;br /&gt;In my personal life&lt;br /&gt;Not much worth telling&lt;br /&gt;No wait.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it is tiring,&lt;br /&gt;let alone having to think about a way&lt;br /&gt;To type it out poetically.&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Poetry isn't up my alley at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Eating is.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten anything to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature calls.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-6941756100873401480?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-7661834547183694056</id><published>2008-03-02T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:00:17.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I went and saw Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre&lt;br /&gt;At the Fox&lt;br /&gt;It was nice&lt;br /&gt;I saw too many people I knew&lt;br /&gt;Than I prefer&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like seeing certain people&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the place that connects us&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be school&lt;br /&gt;Or work&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever&lt;br /&gt;Especially if I don't like them&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then that'll leave me obligated&lt;br /&gt;To form pointless conversation&lt;br /&gt;Just to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway&lt;br /&gt;That's not what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To post about&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk about&lt;br /&gt;My experience&lt;br /&gt;Which was nice&lt;br /&gt;Very nice&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Made me wanna work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Ailey always has amazing dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one dancer&lt;br /&gt;That I COULD NOT&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-7661834547183694056?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7661834547183694056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=7661834547183694056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Recently,&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;More like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Me and two of my good friends&lt;br /&gt;Were having this really intimate&lt;br /&gt;Dance class.&lt;br /&gt;I say "intimate"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was just the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just warming up&lt;br /&gt;And going across the floor&lt;br /&gt;And getting ready to run through&lt;br /&gt;A piece we had choreographed&lt;br /&gt;Full out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started doing various combinations&lt;br /&gt;To random songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we came across this ONE song&lt;br /&gt;That went PERFECTLY with&lt;br /&gt;Our random combinations.&lt;br /&gt;You know how you come across a song&lt;br /&gt;That's so powerful&lt;br /&gt;That you get chills just listening to it?&lt;br /&gt;Well imagine that feeling multiplied by three&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I felt&lt;br /&gt;When we started dancing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began dancing&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for the song&lt;br /&gt;To take me over&lt;br /&gt;Completely.&lt;br /&gt;Chills ran through my body&lt;br /&gt;Which gave me the ability&lt;br /&gt;To just move to the powerful&lt;br /&gt;POWERFUL lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to dance&lt;br /&gt;The emotion of the song&lt;br /&gt;Built up in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And was expelled through my movement&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling was so powerful&lt;br /&gt;That when I went home&lt;br /&gt;And saw an advertisement on TV&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of the song&lt;br /&gt;that gave me a revelation&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; why I dance&lt;br /&gt;I began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Actually cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reminisced&lt;br /&gt;On my first emotional encounter&lt;br /&gt;With the combination of an&lt;br /&gt;emotionally moving song&lt;br /&gt;And dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain my experience&lt;br /&gt;To the extent where you could feel&lt;br /&gt;What I felt at that moment&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;There is no word in the human vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;language&lt;br /&gt;That can send you what I went through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to feel it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;EVERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dancer&lt;br /&gt;Should experience something&lt;br /&gt;Similar to what I did&lt;br /&gt;As a reminder of the of the power&lt;br /&gt;Of movement combined with a song.&lt;br /&gt;Dance combined with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;However you wanna say it,&lt;br /&gt;If you come across the right combination of the two&lt;br /&gt;It can be somethin' else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to dance to it again.&lt;br /&gt;To let my body wrap around the&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary notes floating out of the&lt;br /&gt;Speakers.&lt;br /&gt;It is truly....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the right word.&lt;br /&gt;If it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of my rambling&lt;br /&gt;I've got other things to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you do to.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stop writing.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;But I must go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-1288739052498763512?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1288739052498763512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-3937306796750427923</id><published>2008-02-25T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:17:36.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang!</title><content type='html'>Dang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in five days&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly go that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,&lt;br /&gt;clearly it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;possible&lt;br /&gt;But really, everything is "same 'ole same"&lt;br /&gt;As our old timers would put it&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a job (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on it pretty heavily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last job&lt;br /&gt;I quit it cause it was too tiring&lt;br /&gt;And not worth the pay&lt;br /&gt;I made $100 a month&lt;br /&gt;Which is okay for someone my age&lt;br /&gt;If you can even guess my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at a kiosk in the mall&lt;br /&gt;That sold hella good nuts&lt;br /&gt;It was called "The Nutty Bavarian"&lt;br /&gt;My job was to pass out as many samples&lt;br /&gt;As possible (listen to me trying to make it sound like a&lt;br /&gt;hard task lol)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it wasn't that easy&lt;br /&gt;I standing on my feet at constant&lt;br /&gt;5-hour intervals&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly,&lt;br /&gt;I had to resign because the job&lt;br /&gt;Took up my whole Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I'd be invited somewhere&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be "Sorry, I have to work"&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't like having&lt;br /&gt;To use those words&lt;br /&gt;At least not in that order&lt;br /&gt;Let's try:"Work (is) sorry, (but) I have to"&lt;br /&gt;Because I do&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to, &lt;/span&gt;have to&lt;br /&gt;But I do prefer to have my own money&lt;br /&gt;It's easier&lt;br /&gt;And heck, it feels good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway my current job&lt;br /&gt;Isn't THAT much better&lt;br /&gt;Just on Sundays instead&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got my first check yet&lt;br /&gt;What I do is&lt;br /&gt;Clean a community center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be exposed&lt;br /&gt;To all sorts of employment&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be one-sided&lt;br /&gt;Even though my future plans&lt;br /&gt;Don't include working for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever&lt;br /&gt;I need  the money&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-3937306796750427923?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3937306796750427923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=3937306796750427923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/3937306796750427923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/3937306796750427923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/dang.html' title='Dang!'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-4547719119068019467</id><published>2008-02-20T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:41:45.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I attended&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Ailey Summer Intensive Auditions&lt;br /&gt;Were they easy? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it? No.&lt;br /&gt;So if they were easy, why didn't I make it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not very proud of admitting&lt;br /&gt;That I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;laughing at people&lt;br /&gt;But across the floor, they just looked so funny&lt;br /&gt;And knowing me, I cannot control my laughter&lt;br /&gt;Once I start, I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I forget what I was&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at in the first place, and I just continue laughing&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened in auditions&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I laughed at people though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have done that&lt;br /&gt;And I was very wrong&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;But I LOVE laughing&lt;br /&gt;And I seek EVERY opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I can to do so&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's at someone else's expense&lt;br /&gt;That's just how much I love laughing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't really help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh at people,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even trying to be mean&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I find something funny,&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny.&lt;br /&gt;It may not even have anything  to do&lt;br /&gt;With the person.&lt;br /&gt;I was just laughing at the way&lt;br /&gt;They were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm laughing at myself&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;Typing and doing homework&lt;br /&gt;And callbacks are being held right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last laugh is on me.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-4547719119068019467?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4547719119068019467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=4547719119068019467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/4547719119068019467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/4547719119068019467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-8518930034052144005</id><published>2008-02-17T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:10:25.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>So it's Sunday, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it sure is...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, to be exact&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll maybe have a more&lt;br /&gt;Detailed post tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because right now&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Was go to my chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;And to the dance supply store&lt;br /&gt;And to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;And back home....&lt;br /&gt;See? That's not really much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll check in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-8518930034052144005?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8518930034052144005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=8518930034052144005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/8518930034052144005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/8518930034052144005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday!'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-1297134558180603610</id><published>2008-02-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:37:55.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's UP?</title><content type='html'>So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Not much with me.&lt;br /&gt;Cept my Valentines Day sucked!&lt;br /&gt;But that's no reason to be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bitter people.&lt;br /&gt;They're just so...bitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked down the hall yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but have the Valentines Day blues&lt;br /&gt;I saw girls with balloons tied to their wrists&lt;br /&gt;Couples leaning against lockers swallowing face&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach just dropped&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt more left out&lt;br /&gt;But I sorta brought this upon myself&lt;br /&gt;In a way&lt;br /&gt;Because I spend the rest of year&lt;br /&gt;Glaring at boys who nod at me&lt;br /&gt;Or try to form conversation&lt;br /&gt;In fear that if I accept them as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;My grades will flush down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;And I'll spend all my time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make them happy&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do something I regret&lt;br /&gt;Or something that completely contradicts&lt;br /&gt;My personal values and morals&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust myself enough to have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't even trust myself&lt;br /&gt;There's no WAY I'll confide in a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who probably doesn't even like me THAT much&lt;br /&gt;And probably only wants one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have one day a year of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Then disappoint myself the rest of the year&lt;br /&gt;By choosing the wrong "one"&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...I don't really trust myself that much&lt;br /&gt;And plus I haven't lived long enough&lt;br /&gt;To read boys or know when they're playing me&lt;br /&gt;Or if they're really like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as most might say&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying on the "safe side"&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no use in getting into something&lt;br /&gt;I know little about&lt;br /&gt;I'll live and I'll learn&lt;br /&gt;Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm glad there's no school today&lt;br /&gt;Even though President's Day&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really mean much to me&lt;br /&gt;Because as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;We can't seem to find the right one anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-1297134558180603610?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1297134558180603610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=1297134558180603610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/1297134558180603610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/1297134558180603610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s UP?'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-5404757403232071179</id><published>2008-02-13T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:38:50.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Ya!</title><content type='html'>So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Lol&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people ask me that&lt;br /&gt;Such a sad attempt to start a conversation&lt;br /&gt;If the conversation's not there&lt;br /&gt;Then please don't force one&lt;br /&gt;It makes things awkward&lt;br /&gt;Even more awkward than&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to someone you don't know&lt;br /&gt;In silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when people force conversation&lt;br /&gt;In a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;We end up nodding our heads and sayin' "yep".&lt;br /&gt;That's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I hope life's been treatin you well&lt;br /&gt;It's been goin great for me&lt;br /&gt;Well not GREAT, great&lt;br /&gt;But certainly ok&lt;br /&gt;Not really much to say&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're interested in every detail of my life&lt;br /&gt;But why would I post that on the internet anyway?&lt;br /&gt;That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Like when you hear stories about girls&lt;br /&gt;Gettin kidnapped and raped from myspace&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that only happens to stupid people&lt;br /&gt;But whatev.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm posta be workin on a project&lt;br /&gt;But of course I got side-track&lt;br /&gt;And I've got 2 major auditions tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Both of which I should be preparing for&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'll write for today&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I wasn't really&lt;br /&gt;Talking about anything in particular&lt;br /&gt;That's funny&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'll check in later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-5404757403232071179?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5404757403232071179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=5404757403232071179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/5404757403232071179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/5404757403232071179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-ya.html' title='Hi-Ya!'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-1237503667067504475</id><published>2008-02-09T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:30:09.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodmorning</title><content type='html'>Goodmorning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To however the heck&lt;br /&gt;is reading this&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any subcribers yet&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This is my diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Today shouldn't be very busy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at my grandma's&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my best friend&lt;br /&gt;She lives on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Of my grandma's street&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen in her&lt;br /&gt;In about a month or so&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just talked to her last night&lt;br /&gt;After not having talked to her in about 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Can you go that long without your besty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other besty&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her since&lt;br /&gt;last August&lt;br /&gt;Ashame, huh?&lt;br /&gt;we might as well live in different states&lt;br /&gt;I love both of them so much&lt;br /&gt;If you mix both of their personalities together&lt;br /&gt;You have me.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Yet serious, calm &amp;amp; collected.&lt;br /&gt;Opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;And very funny.&lt;br /&gt;I love who I am&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do too&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the greatest feeling&lt;br /&gt;In the world&lt;br /&gt;When you fianlly have some sort of&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction about who you are&lt;br /&gt;And how you live&lt;br /&gt;And when you realize that you are&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;true blessing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to this earth&lt;br /&gt;And that you have a task that&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else was meant to&lt;br /&gt;Accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to realize that&lt;br /&gt;Through all the pain I've&lt;br /&gt;Gone through internally&lt;br /&gt;I can finally lift my head&lt;br /&gt;And say who I am proudly to people&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;And I appreciate who I am&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Exactly like me.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself always&lt;br /&gt;Becuase at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Your self-love&lt;br /&gt;Is the only love&lt;br /&gt;you can rely on&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a promising, peaceful, and productive day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-1237503667067504475?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1237503667067504475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=1237503667067504475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/1237503667067504475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/1237503667067504475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodmorning.html' title='Goodmorning'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365489144297151600.post-8738598383110198717</id><published>2008-02-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:39:43.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be careful.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm the only one who does it&lt;br /&gt;But I sit and wonder about the way things go.&lt;br /&gt;It's like whenever I ask "why?" the answer is always&lt;br /&gt;"Just because."&lt;br /&gt;and they leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYBODY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever stop to think&lt;br /&gt;about various possible outcomes&lt;br /&gt;but me?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's very irritating&lt;br /&gt;how people can be so careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today,&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;About abortion.&lt;br /&gt;Not that either of us need one&lt;br /&gt;But we discussed&lt;br /&gt;that the life being sucked&lt;br /&gt;right out of the mothers womb&lt;br /&gt;could have possibly been&lt;br /&gt;the person to compose a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;the person to end world starvation.&lt;br /&gt;basically,&lt;br /&gt;a person that this world&lt;br /&gt;Really needs.&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;You're forced to&lt;br /&gt;suck the last ounce of hope&lt;br /&gt;that this world has&lt;br /&gt;right out of your womb&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; your child.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you had enough&lt;br /&gt;security to lay there&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;compose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365489144297151600-8738598383110198717?l=livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8738598383110198717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365489144297151600&amp;postID=8738598383110198717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/8738598383110198717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365489144297151600/posts/default/8738598383110198717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livluvlyf1212.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-be-careful.html' title='Please be careful.'/><author><name>CiCi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322024025020874985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
