<?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-34997612</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:23:12.688-07:00</updated><category term='end of summer'/><category term='random nothings'/><title type='text'>polkadot diamonds in a striped sky</title><subtitle type='html'>a random yet predestined sequence of events that i happen to call my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-1392306441584893830</id><published>2007-09-01T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:32:12.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of summer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really wish that I could be the kind of person that can take whatever life gives them and still be strong and not have to "un-burden" them self on someone else.  Not that I've ever met someone like that.  I'm just saying.  It would be nice.  Maybe.  I think if I were like that, that I would probly have major trust/confiding-in problems.  And that would be bad.  I dunno.  Maybe I'm just trying to wrestle things out in my head right now and maybe I want to tell someone - or better yet, I want someone who will already know what I want to say/get-off-my-chest without my having to say a word.  Now, this probly doesn't really make sense - but hey, that's cuz this is my little space where I can write whatever I want.  haha  Ok, well, I'm so thankful for my friends who listen to me and understand me.  Sometimes I wish that I could just stay with them all the time and stay away from family issues etc.  But I suppose if I lived with only friends, well, first of all, I wouldn't meet new people and second, I would probly develop problems with my friends.  Anyways, life seems to be a vicious cycle.  Not that I've just noticed that.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have completed my second week of school.  I think that I enjoyed them.  I was/am pretty proud of myself cuz I have stayed on schedule like for the whole two weeks.  But, we'll see how I am doing in like 5 more weeks...  Anyways, I really like my written analysis of lit. class.  Although, I think I am going to get pretty frustrated with it pretty soon.  You see, we have to write a paper on two or three poems and Liz (who loves writing) said that she didn't really like this paper (she's taken the same class with the same Prof. and all...) so yea.  Maybe I'm just being my usual pessimist self but I can't really help that.  And usually when I try to think on the bright side of things, people laugh at me so anyways, back on subject...  Last class I was in small group with these two guys that were in my last ENG class and they were being annoying.  But it's not like that was a new thing either.  They mostly sent the whole time we were supposed to be discussing the poems, trying to convince me that I had mad the Prof from our last class cry.  Whatever.    Ha, it was kinda funny though cuz they said that when the first met me last year, they thought I was scary and mean and they told each other that they didn't ever want to really meet me or talk to me.  I'm so pleased.  Well, sort of.  I think they were sorta joking.  Anyways, they're dumb.  Besides, I'm not that scary.  Or am I?  Whatever.  I'll live.  I don't mind being scary either.  &gt;: B   So yea, my job is going well and I'm still gonna try to get a job at Sbux too...  so well see how that goes.  I mean, I'll see how that goes.  I'm not like a 'we'.  ok, then, never mind.  Welpers, I have to go help my mum make salsa.  I don't even really like our homemade salsa.  Oh well too bad for me.  ok, I'm going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  I close my eyes when I get too sad&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts that I know are bad&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's over when I open them"&lt;br /&gt;  -from Wonderful by Everclear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-1392306441584893830?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/1392306441584893830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=1392306441584893830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/1392306441584893830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/1392306441584893830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-really-wish-that-i-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-8850294184924800928</id><published>2007-08-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:22:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wowsers. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I haven't posted since school ended&lt;/span&gt;. And now it's begining again. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ha How time flies.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad it flies faster when you're having fun. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This summer has been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE MOST AWESOME IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Not very hard when you've only had 17.&lt;/span&gt; I went to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sunshine state&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the golden state&lt;/span&gt;, and now &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm in the crossroads.&lt;/span&gt; ha I can't wait to go to the fair tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but I'm most excited to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ellie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I haven't seen her since before I went to CA&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I've seen the Blackwoods more recently. : ) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They're most of the reason my summer was so great. So thanks guys!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had SUCH a great time in FL.&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty sure that this ECHO trip was the best out of all four. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The leaders were awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks guys for making that trip so fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I already can't wait for FMP and WC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And next summer&lt;/span&gt;. haha &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm in a weird mood&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Probly cuz I'm listening to *gasp* country music&lt;/span&gt;. haha &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't ask me why, it's not like I like the stuff.&lt;/span&gt; Right now I think my favorite song is Forever by Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But that was kinda random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Welpers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; I have school to do.&lt;/span&gt; : P &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll try to post more later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love y'all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (that's about as "country" as I go hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rejoice, O young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth.  Walk in the ways if your heart and the sight of your eyes.  But know that for all these things God will bring you into judgement&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the Preacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-8850294184924800928?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/8850294184924800928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=8850294184924800928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/8850294184924800928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/8850294184924800928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/08/wowsers.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-8643609237469742074</id><published>2007-04-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:46:25.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, I have like 5 minutes to post something so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this'll&lt;/span&gt; be really short. I guess I don't really have anything to say. Which is sorta surprising. Well, I could say I'm PSYCHED for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blackwoods&lt;/span&gt; to come back. But I think everyone already knows that. Anyways, my ENG 101 class at Marian will be over on Thursday. It's kinda sad and really happy at the same time. But I still have WVs. I have a speech and a freakin long paper due. Which obviously Quine didn't think is very important since he took it out of his revised edition of our syllabus . Oh well. I am really excited for SONrise. Although it seems like it shouldn't be happening yet. I remember SONrise two years ago and the things I was doing and everything so I dunno, it just seems like I should've forgotten them before it happens again. Ok, well, I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How tartly that gentleman looks! I can never see him but I am heart-burned an hour after" William Shakespeare (in one of his plays - I forget which though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-8643609237469742074?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/8643609237469742074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=8643609237469742074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/8643609237469742074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/8643609237469742074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-i-have-like-5-minutes-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-2496508849497372561</id><published>2007-04-12T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:13:43.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random nothings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this post is gonna be short cos I have to run to class soon.  I guess I don't really have anything to say besides this weather sucks and I hate it.  I wish it would just be spring.   Oh, I forgot,  I also wanna say that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited that school is gonna be out in like 2.5 weeks.  VERY exciting.  I also am gonna say that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy cos I AM GOING TO ECHO NEXT MONTH!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;  It's one of those things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you seem to wait for forever and then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sneaks&lt;/span&gt; up on you.  Kinda like a birthday.   Or something.    I am also very excited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SONrise&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; is going to e-mail me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;  (I'm more excited for the former than the later).  Anyways, I have been working on having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; attitude because "we do not make things happen by what we think, so think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;negatively&lt;/span&gt;."  (Max from Madeline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;L'Engle's&lt;/span&gt; "A House Like A Lotus") Anyways, I have to go now.  But I won't run to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those things that hurt, instruct" - Ben Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's completely counter to general thinking today, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; pain and seek pleasure.  Pain needs to be moved through, not avoided"  Ursula (from the above book)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-2496508849497372561?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2496508849497372561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=2496508849497372561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/2496508849497372561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/2496508849497372561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-this-post-is-gonna-be-short-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-117518375111113790</id><published>2007-03-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:06:04.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't posted in FOREVER. Life has been so busy. Well, even if it hasn't I'll still blame it on that. Last weekend, at the HSC, I got this book by Madeline L'engle called The Arm of the Starfish. It was really good. Well, I love all the books I've read by her. But she quoted this Robert Frost poem (called Two Tramps in Mud Time) and here is the last verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;But yield who will to their separation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My object in living is to unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My avocation and my vocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;As my two eyes make one in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Only where love and need are one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And the work is play for mortal stakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Is the deed ever really done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;For Heaven and the future's sakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really really like it. I guess it's just a good reminder to me to make all my job's and work stuff an opportunity to honor God and therefore make the boring/distasteful things enjoyable. Anyways, there are some not so deep comments and random thoughts that I've been having. So now I have to try to think of a quote to put up. hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn...Is just to Love, and be Loved in return" Toulouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-117518375111113790?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/117518375111113790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=117518375111113790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117518375111113790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117518375111113790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-i-havent-posted-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-117192175088897845</id><published>2007-02-19T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:49:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uuuuggghhhh.  I am begining to feel the reprocutions (sp) of not eating in three days.  haha  Now you are worried.  hehe, Truth is, I've had a fever/bug and yea,  not fun stuff lemme tell ya.  Thank goodness it was ONLY a fever (like as in no vomiting etc.)  So yea.  I am doing better.  I'm looking on the bright side and being glad that I got sick on the weekend instead of during the week.  So anyways, this is really short.  Too bad.  You'll jsut have to live with it.  : )  Love y'all and God bless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean; but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox"  Proverbs 14:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-117192175088897845?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/117192175088897845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=117192175088897845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117192175088897845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117192175088897845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/02/uuuuggghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-117009164783864284</id><published>2007-01-29T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:27:43.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Welpers, I am posting on my blog mostly for lack of something better to do. I have a conference thingy with my English teacher. I am not nervous or anything but I do wonder what we're gonna talk about. (besides English I mean) Well, yesterday's evening service was sooooo good. We (Christ Church) had Larry Wilson preach for us since Michael is out of town. Anyways, Mr. Wilson talked on Genesis 22 and yea. Last night I was super depressed but that was no surprise. I knew I was gonna be cuz I was happy on Saturday night. But, then I called the Blackwoods and I got to talk to Maria for 1 hour and 58 minutes and some seconds. I felt a lot better after that. We talked about memories of getting spankings and our different "traditions", then we talked about how we laugh. teeheehee. t'was tons of fun. Abby and Liz tried to evesdrop and they kept gettign annoyed cuz I laughed the whole time. Well, on Saturday I cleaned out my closet and then I had Eminem's "cleaning out my closet" song stuck in my head for a LONG time. It was annoying. See, I have a problem with getting songs stuck in my head all the time. Mostly I guess cuz when people say things that have something to do with a song I know my mind starts singing it. Anyways, I knwo I am not the only one. So, this weekend I hope to go up to lafayette for the organizational mtg of Emmanuel (?) . I am happy. Right now I think that I am just mostly content with my life. But I don't' know if that's good or bad. Anyways, love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is turquoise more green or blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-117009164783864284?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/117009164783864284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=117009164783864284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117009164783864284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/117009164783864284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/01/welpers-i-am-posting-on-my-blog-mostly.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116943661313395858</id><published>2007-01-21T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:37:24.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All we ever do is talk...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the most depressing winter ever. The only time I have been glad we didn't have snow was at winter conference. And that was only cuz I had forgotten me shoes and had to do the stress challenge in my clogs. Which wouldn't have been very nice if there had been snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter conference this year was probably my favorite. Rut Etheridge did an awesome job. God really used him to proclaim His word in a clear and applicable way. The "topic" was The Holiness of the Church. The main passage of scripture was Hebrews 12. I enjoyed my discussion group and really loved my counseling group. Virginia Landow was my counselor. This year I had/got to sleep in an 8-person room. I wasn't too thrilled about that when I got there but I am really glad that I got to room with all the people I did. I was also really happy that Allen and Zach… got to come for the last full day. And Amy was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christmas this year was sorta depressing. Sometimes I wonder why it is such a big deal. I mean, I realize that we remember Christ's birth and "mission" but yea. I'm not a "Scrooge" but I'd almost sooner say 'humbug' than 'merry Christmas'. haha jk. This year my family hosted Christmas Eve and Christmas and New Years dinners. I got a little stressed. So, I guess I FELT like saying humbug but just look, I survived and I didn't even get single gray hair or another ulcer. :) (why does everyone either say, "you're too young to have an ulcer!"-friends- or "it's no wonder"-family-?) Fine, I'll admit that I stress out too much and am a "worry-wart" but yea. I think I am getting off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first year that I haven't made any New Year's resolutions. Is that bad? I certainly do NOT think that I have nothing to work on. I guess I just thought that if they weren't resolutions that I might actually DO them. jk. This past year has been so different than any year before. I have done new things I have stopped old habits. I have learned from stupid things I have done and grown in my walk with God. I have a better relationship with my parents. I have given counsel and received it in turn. I started driving. hehe I have met and corresponded with people I hadn't really known before. God is so great. He has been faithful to me and held me up even when I was still trying to save myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading "On Food and Cooking - the Science and Lore of the Kitchen" by Harold McGee. I have already been told that I am extremely nerdy. (by a geek who is studying law no less) jk You may laugh now but I can prolly say that I'll know more about the chemistry of a fish sauce's consistency than you do when I'm done. haha Once you get past the 'nerdiness' of that statement it is actually kinda funny. But, it could be just my nerdy brain. I like this book though for two reasons (well, prolly more but I wouldn't want to bore you any more than I am right now): 1- it is really interesting b/c it's not a cook book but it's all the reasons why; and 2- it recommends Cook Wise (by Shirley Corriher)- the cook book that Andy C. gave me at ECHO. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart"&lt;br /&gt;e e cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To get back on your feet, miss two car payments"&lt;br /&gt;unknown (that's alright, I wouldn't admit to saying this either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless I buy something"&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You appeal to a small, select group of confused people"&lt;br /&gt;fortune cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: "Silly World" -- Stone Sour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116943661313395858?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116943661313395858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116943661313395858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116943661313395858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116943661313395858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-we-ever-do-is-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116641313479969668</id><published>2006-12-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:38:54.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clap your hands for the MOOOOOOOOOOOsik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I got music! Yaaayyy!!!!!!!!!!!!! Charity is the coolest person in the world. Well...at least in the Australia part of the world. I MISS THE BLACKWOODS SO MUCH! I wish they were going to Winter Conference. It is pretty cool that the Joneses are going, though. I might go see them when their plane comes in, but I really don't know what time it's landing and I don't really want to stand around an airport all of Monday. I LOVE Mondays! Except...not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I wrote this rap song, to bring out my inner-black-person-ness,  and I recorded it! I would put it on here, but I decided to put "Life is Wonderful" by Jason Mraz instead because it is beeeautiful! Anyway,  about my rap song... So yeah it is totally amazing, dudes, and I like to play it every night before I go to sleep. It kind of annoys my sisters, but they will recant their insults once I'm famous for it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here's part of it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my dog is smelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and brown (yo, yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I like to take him to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My daddy gives me a frown (yo, yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'd like to give him a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to clear my brain of math (yo, yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I like cows. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116641313479969668?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116641313479969668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116641313479969668' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116641313479969668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116641313479969668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/12/clap-your-hands-for-mooooooooooosik-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116423983632529335</id><published>2006-11-22T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:57:16.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just got a paper cut on my finger where it bends. I don't know what you call it, it's not my knuckle or anything.  Oh well, it doesn't matter.  Well, Thanksgiving, then December then Christmas then WC then the New Year.  AHHHH  Where has the year gone?  I think this year has been the shortest year I ever remember.  But, I am happy cuz my 17th is in like 9 days.  Yippee!!!  I really wanna drum set. But I don't know if I'll get it.  I wouldn't be surprised (if I didn't that is).  Oh well.  My mom keeps asking me what I want and I really don't know.   I mean, the only things I want are like a job, a trip to Australia, a car - things I can't get - either b/c of money of availability issues.  Anyways, I wrote a tune to one of my "songs".  The mor eI look at the things I have written and stuff, the more I think that they are mostly stupid.  But, that is how I was feeling or whatever.  Maybe I just have stupid emotions.  Well, I already knew that.  Do you know how much I annoy myself when I start a sentance with 'well', 'anyways', or 'so'?  *sigh*  I depress myself too much.  This is very random.  B/c I don't have internet in my house, I usually forget all my "brilliant" things to write about.  Oh well.  UUUGGGHHH there I go again.  Um, (yea! that's what I'll start with - like in real life - hehe)  um, I forgot what I was gonna say.  That is SOOO annoying.  Now I am annoying myself also.  Bother.  I should go.  Before I do something else to myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"How absurd to call youth the time of happiness - youth, the time of greatest vulnerability!"  Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116423983632529335?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116423983632529335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116423983632529335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116423983632529335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116423983632529335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/11/fap-i-just-got-paper-cut-on-my-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116370805516789718</id><published>2006-11-16T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:16:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching twon Shakespeare movies last night (Much ado about nothing and Hamlet) I was kinda almost wishing that we still spoke like that today. Today, people are so uncreative and we can hardly think for ourselves. Why would we need to? We have computers to do everything. It's kinda sad how lazy our American culture is. Anyways, of that &lt;em&gt;delightful &lt;/em&gt;subject. The more I read (and watch - whether in movies or plays) Shakespeare, the more I like it. Him. Whatever. I think my favorite play is (well, currently anyways) The Merchant of Venice. I really like the quote in it, "It is hard to refuse a friend but even harder to oblige him." Well, that's not like word for word or anything. Anyways, it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no "I" in 'love'.  But, then again, there's no "u" (you) either"  AT, aka Dr. R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116370805516789718?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116370805516789718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116370805516789718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116370805516789718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116370805516789718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-watching-twon-shakespeare-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116113326648977226</id><published>2006-10-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:01:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone out there.  Hope you're having a reall yfun time.  I am not right now.  I don't know why but I seem to be either really depressed or really hyper/slap-happy.  hehe  Not like thats any surprise to those of you who actually know me.  Tis prolly cuz I have a rare disease called "empathy disorder".  (side note:  is a disorder ever technically called a disease?)  You know, that don't make no sense.  It just don't make no sense at all.  Well, I wouldn't call it a disease but it sure works like one sometimes.  My prob is that I am just to   "carried away", or perhaps "moved" is better, by everyones emotions around me.  When they are happy, I am happy.  When they are sad/depressed, I get depressed.  Well, not ALL the time.  But a lot.  *humph*  Now, I am not saying that I am compelled to act or not to act based upon the people I'm with.  By all means no.  I just tend to let my feelings/emos run away with the crowd.  Not good for me a'tall.  Well, off that subject/topic what ever you wanna call it. &lt;br /&gt;    My cousins + uncles +aunt left this morning.  Last night though, My uncles and aunt and I were building a puzzle and we were trying to ignore all the screaming/noise coming  from the basement.  So, we started talking about kids (surprise surprise).  And my aunt was like, "How many kids do you think is the right nomber?"  (dialoge to cont.  R=me, A=aunt, U=an uncle)&lt;br /&gt;R - Well, I definatley think that 10 is a little too many.  I think 7 is a pretty good number but I'll take whatever God gives me.&lt;br /&gt;U  - wow, that is still alot.  Not that much difference with 7 and 10&lt;br /&gt;R - yea but when it comes to kids, 3 can make a humongo difference&lt;br /&gt;A - well, 7 certainly wouldn't really cut down on the screaming&lt;br /&gt;R - I know but, my kids aint' gonna scream&lt;br /&gt;*all chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;A - well, when you find the secret, come tell us&lt;br /&gt;R - okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am kicking myself because I really wanted to say, "Well, your kids would act a WHOLE lot better if you would discipline them.  I mean come on! If you raise them so that they know if they scream they get what they want, then duh!  They are gonna scream and (excuse the expression) "raise hell" over EVERYTHING.  I mean HELLO!!"  Well, I am really glad I didn't say that but yea, I wish I could've.  But yea.  Anyways.  I love them,  I just don't really know how to witness to them.  Welperdoodles. &lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes no time to fall in love.  But it takes you years to know what love is"  Jason Mraz in &lt;em&gt;Life is Wonderful&lt;/em&gt; on the Mr. A-Z album (gotta love Jason hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116113326648977226?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116113326648977226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116113326648977226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116113326648977226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116113326648977226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-everyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116086213375587470</id><published>2006-10-14T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:42:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello, I am currently (what a funny word) at my grandparents house.  I just sang in my cousins wedding.  uuuggghhh, My voice broke on the first verse, but thankfully that was it.  I wish that my body would realize that I don't sing very well when my stomach is feeling weird and my mouth is all dry.  *sigh*  Welpers, I am going to the reception soon.  You know, I really don' t know my cousins very well.  This comp is sooo weird.  Hey Charity, MJ and Tamarose, I really really miss you all.  I am surrounded by hicks and it is not so fun.  Well, I should prolly be going soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance"  (I don't know who said it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-116086213375587470?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116086213375587470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116086213375587470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116086213375587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116086213375587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-hello-i-am-currently-what-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-116052909689511732</id><published>2006-10-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:11:36.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*  I feel depressed right now.  I have NO idea why though.  I just got my licence, I have a job interview tomorrow, I passed the placement test at Marian.  Why do I feel like this then?  Welpers, here's a little sompthin or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sinking feeling, that&lt;br /&gt;something’s not right&lt;br /&gt;turns into a beast&lt;br /&gt;with a savage bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the woods, darkness&lt;br /&gt;all around&lt;br /&gt;you call for help but&lt;br /&gt;you hear no sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;the fatal reply&lt;br /&gt;bleeding to death&lt;br /&gt;with no one&lt;br /&gt;by your&lt;br /&gt;side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cast away from life&lt;br /&gt;“you’re imperfect”&lt;br /&gt;they say&lt;br /&gt;who cares what&lt;br /&gt;they play in their&lt;br /&gt;rooms filled&lt;br /&gt;with s&lt;br /&gt;why does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;you know it’s just crap&lt;br /&gt;talking, walking, living&lt;br /&gt;it seems you are&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;but no, it’s not true&lt;br /&gt;cuz who cares&lt;br /&gt;who gives a&lt;br /&gt;[thought] about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nobody. lost in&lt;br /&gt;space and time&lt;br /&gt;yes you’re alive&lt;br /&gt;yes you’re here&lt;br /&gt;but what about that?&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;pamper you, spoil you?&lt;br /&gt;tuck you in bed?&lt;br /&gt;turn out the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems you’re alive&lt;br /&gt;that’s cuz you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose there for&lt;br /&gt;everybody else?&lt;br /&gt;do you care that they&lt;br /&gt;are just like you?&lt;br /&gt;different time,&lt;br /&gt;different place,&lt;br /&gt;different pains,&lt;br /&gt;different face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;and you see the reason&lt;br /&gt;why nobody&lt;br /&gt;called to you&lt;br /&gt;when you were alone&lt;br /&gt;they were all calling too&lt;br /&gt;and listening for the&lt;br /&gt;answers themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day passes on&lt;br /&gt;but the night will come&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;so turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;cuz it’s fake, it’s not&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time will come&lt;br /&gt;when the light&lt;br /&gt;never fades&lt;br /&gt;when dark never&lt;br /&gt;rises&lt;br /&gt;to grab at&lt;br /&gt;your feet&lt;br /&gt;when your nightmares&lt;br /&gt;will be chased&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;by the one&lt;br /&gt;who found&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;real you,&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;one that was&lt;br /&gt;hiding&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the black&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;welp, here's my quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"the difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has it's limits"  Unknown&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/34997612-116052909689511732?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/116052909689511732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=116052909689511732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116052909689511732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/116052909689511732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh-i-feel-depressed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-115992015982299470</id><published>2006-10-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:03:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Welpers, I don't really feel like being original right now so I am not gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the shallow know themselves" Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand" Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone can win, unless there happens to be a second entry" George Ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honest criticism is hard to take, particularly from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger" Franklin P. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never get into fights with ugly people because they have nothing to lose" Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I talk to myself because I like dealing with a better class of people" Jackie Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm a schizophrenic, and so am I" Frank Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The learned are seldom pretty fellows, and in many cases their appearance tends to discourage a love of study in the young" H. L. Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better that a girl has beauty than brains because boys see better than they think" Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata, that means enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;ruthypeepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-115992015982299470?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/115992015982299470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=115992015982299470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115992015982299470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115992015982299470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/10/welpers-i-dont-really-feel-like-being.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-115956733265309860</id><published>2006-09-29T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:02:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha, cathy is trying to box!!! She looks real fierce. I am really hyper and I can't wait till FMP starts. This afternoon, during world views class, I made fun of charismatics and I think I offended Caleb.  I am mortified. But not really.  Anyways, I think I just ate too much chocolate.  hehe   I am gonna try to be really good tonight.  *sneaky laugh*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Show me a man with both feet on the ground and I''ll show you a man who can't put his pants on."  Joe E. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-115956733265309860?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/115956733265309860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=115956733265309860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115956733265309860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115956733265309860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-cathy-is-trying-to-box-she-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-115931624997447659</id><published>2006-09-26T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:17:29.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy,&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise, I am baby sitting again.  I am exhausted.  Totally and utterly pooped if I do say so myself.  This is gonna be real short cuz the kidos "need" me to watch a movie with them.  It is A Bugs Life.  hehe I love the short film before it.  Welpers. *sigh*  My myspace is STILL having probs.   Just a note, spell check don't work on this comp cuz the pop ups are blocked and I am just not gonna mess wit it so sorry bout the errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If at first you don't succeed, try try again.  But after that, stop trying.  No sense making a [fool] of yourself." who knows, I certaintly don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34997612-115931624997447659?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/115931624997447659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=115931624997447659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115931624997447659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115931624997447659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/09/howdy-surprise-surprise-i-am-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34997612.post-115919747479793222</id><published>2006-09-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:08:24.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is my first post ever. Right now I am babysitting at the Thompsons. I am having some problems using the comp. *sigh* I have TONS of school to do. I am hopefully getting a job (at least applying for one) this week. Sorry to all those who commented on my Myspace. This comp. won' t let me do anything on my account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"There is no such thing as gravity. The earth sucks." Graffito&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/34997612-115919747479793222?l=roothlessmoose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/feeds/115919747479793222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34997612&amp;postID=115919747479793222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115919747479793222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34997612/posts/default/115919747479793222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roothlessmoose.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-my-first-post-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>ruthypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745332557391852861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-395.vo.llnwd.net/01147/59/32/1147322395_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
