<?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-2715994956609889251</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:55:13.069-06:00</updated><category term='writings'/><category term='vote'/><category term='campaign'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='support'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='brickfish'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>.in and out of life.</title><subtitle type='html'>Wondering where I am...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7791667934200683102</id><published>2011-07-24T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:07:10.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>Words forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Rules were broken&lt;br /&gt;Only in my head&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day it will all be clear&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I just want you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7791667934200683102?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7791667934200683102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7791667934200683102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7791667934200683102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/07/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-9142237015686691558</id><published>2011-04-02T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:16:28.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's For Dinner: Lasagna!</title><content type='html'>What I used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;2lbs hamburger meat*&lt;br /&gt;6 lasagna noodles&lt;br /&gt;Grated Parmesan Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;about 10oz oz diced tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;About 3 cups ricotta cheese*&lt;br /&gt;8oz shredded mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;(2) 8oz can tomato sauce*&lt;br /&gt;6oz tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Powder&lt;br /&gt;Parsley Flakes&lt;br /&gt;Oregano&lt;br /&gt;Basil&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This pic doesn't include everything... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x52.xanga.com/451e061530434275919093/b219867872.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x52.xanga.com/451e061530434275919093/z219867872.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01692" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The original recipe lists 1.5lbs meat, (1) 8oz sauce, 7.5oz dice tomatoes, and 2 cups of ricotta. I just amped them up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Preheat oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boil noodles, strain. I laid them out on a plate afterward to help keep them from sticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xee.xanga.com/81ee021730434275919092/b219867871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xee.xanga.com/81ee021730434275919092/z219867871.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01690" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook hamburger meat &amp;amp; 1 tsp garlic powder** on med-high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x3b.xanga.com/3e6e0a1b30434275919094/b219867873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x3b.xanga.com/3e6e0a1b30434275919094/z219867873.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01693" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add tomatoes, paste, and sauce to meat. Add 1 tsp of oregano and basil, and 1/2 tsp of s&amp;amp;p. After it starts to boil, reduce heat to med-low and cook 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x7c.xanga.com/5a8e341176c37275919096/b219867875.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x7c.xanga.com/5a8e341176c37275919096/z219867875.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01698" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mix ricotta cheese, egg, 1 tsp of parsley (not shown), and 1/4 cup of parmesan cheese in medium bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x64.xanga.com/55de30e330437275919095/b219867874.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://x64.xanga.com/55de30e330437275919095/z219867874.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01697" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this was a 9x13 dish... &lt;/span&gt;Spray with Pam or any cooking spray. Layer 3 noodles, half ricotta/parmesan mix, half meat, half mozzarella. Repeat. Sprinkle a little parmesan on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x9d.xanga.com/29fe221116c36275919097/b219867876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x9d.xanga.com/29fe221116c36275919097/z219867876.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01701" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xc6.xanga.com/3bbe2a11d6c36275919099/b219867878.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xc6.xanga.com/3bbe2a11d6c36275919099/z219867878.jpg" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" title="DSC01703" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cover with foil and bake for 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, no picture for this... I'm refrigerating mine for a couple of hours and baking it later (so it's hot when we're ready to eat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fixing salad and rolls to go with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read that you can also do this ahead of time and freeze it. Just thaw &amp;amp; bake when you're ready for it. I'm going to do that -- it'd help me manage my long days of school &amp;amp; work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the noodles, seasonings and egg... remaining lasagna ingredients, rolls, as well as things for a salad (carrots, cucumbers, tomato &amp;amp; lettuce) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cost about $26&lt;/span&gt;. Not too bad if you ask me, considering the amount of food it yields! We need a lot of food... haha. I also made a chocolate cheesecake, but didn't get photos. :( That'll be my next food post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-9142237015686691558?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9142237015686691558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-used-2lbs-hamburger-meat-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9142237015686691558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9142237015686691558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-used-2lbs-hamburger-meat-6.html' title='What&apos;s For Dinner: Lasagna!'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7260586891880984512</id><published>2011-03-01T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:46:52.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down In Writing</title><content type='html'>I just realized I haven't been posted on here in &lt;b&gt;forever.&lt;/b&gt; Mostly because I just haven't had much time for writing, and the other part is due to me forgetting about Blogger completely. I have a ton of thoughts in my head that need to be typed, but I don't know where to start. At the moment, I'm sitting in bed, somewhat sick. Sore throat, fever, stuffy nose, the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH, I really don't know why I have this blog anymore... I used to use it for things I wanted to share with FB, cause lets be honest... Blogger is &lt;i&gt;dead.&lt;/i&gt; That's how I see it, anyway. I do my real writing on another site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7260586891880984512?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7260586891880984512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/down-in-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7260586891880984512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7260586891880984512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/down-in-writing.html' title='Down In Writing'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7270331428345384638</id><published>2011-01-04T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:20:02.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have some. Quite a few, actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular order.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Read my Bible every day.&lt;/b&gt; I have trouble keeping it consistent.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Get back to working out 3x/week - no excuses.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I love the way it makes me feel and it keeps me healthy, and well, I like being fit.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Drink water more often. &lt;/b&gt;I try to drink at least 3 glasses a day, but I fail at drinking 8.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Figure out what major I want/what career I want. &lt;/b&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Get back into guitar playing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Learn new recipes. &lt;/b&gt;I know I can do this. :P&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Incorporate 80s/rock inspired pieces into my style.&lt;/b&gt; Eh, seems like something fun to go for... lol.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Clearer skin, please. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Watch more comedy movies. &lt;/b&gt;I've seen a few lately, but there's a whole list of movies I haven't...&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Try my hand at photography. &lt;/b&gt;Like, a professional style, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;At least attempt modeling, whether or not it actually happens. &lt;/b&gt;I'm hoping to help some photography students at school if the opportunity arises... I read a few "want ads" for that, but it was way past when they were actually written. That'd be pretty awesome and fun!&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Buy a pair of black heels. &lt;/b&gt;Cause I don't have any and I want some.&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;b&gt; Save even more money.&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Feel like my age. &lt;/b&gt;You know, continue to have more fun, all of that. Sometimes I feel like I should be in my mid- or late twenties for some reason. Guess cause of all that I've been through.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Have the best birthday party ever. ;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;b&gt; Find a new church. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Get my ears pierced. &lt;/b&gt;This probably won't happen... lol.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;But it's a good goal, I guess!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Spend more time with my dad. &lt;/b&gt;I do a lot already, but more won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Don't underestimate myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Read more.&lt;/b&gt; Gotta find some good books.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Take more pictures with friends. &lt;/b&gt;I'm lacking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. I have some of these written down and posted in my room. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7270331428345384638?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7270331428345384638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7270331428345384638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7270331428345384638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions?'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-6585470950319392093</id><published>2010-12-25T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:26:58.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalikimaka</title><content type='html'>Mmm, great Christmas! Had a great time this weekend. (: Toooo much awesome food! Got some Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses... THEY ROCK! I love how no one can see me through the lens, haha. &amp;gt;:D My dad got me a gps so I'll quit stealing his... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home a few hours ago. I've been cleaning up and stuff since I've been here, and I have a complete list of stuff I need to do here tomorrow - take decorations down, lots of laundry, aklshgagkadg a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's... all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-6585470950319392093?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6585470950319392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/kalikimaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6585470950319392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6585470950319392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/kalikimaka.html' title='Kalikimaka'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3121550422368820125</id><published>2010-12-24T03:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:08:48.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRjFmCTOHI/AAAAAAAAASI/QVYPWAI9_LQ/s1600/z214174305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRjFmCTOHI/AAAAAAAAASI/QVYPWAI9_LQ/s320/z214174305.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just have a lot of things on my mind at the moment that I need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my family called and left a message last week and I still haven't called them back. I think I'll do that tomorrow, but I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mom was still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Christmas time, but I think the one thing that irks me the most is when people think they have to spend tons of money to get "impressive" gifts. It's possible to get perfectly awesome presents and save money at the same time. I should know. :) Gifts are great, and I love getting something new just like everyone else, but it doesn't have to be expensive. I feel terrible when my dad spends a lot of money on stuff for me. Speaking of dad, that reminds me: I don't quite understand the concept of a parent giving their kid money to buy the PARENT'S gift(s), if they don't at least work for it. (I don't mean an actual job, cause I myself don't have one.) My dad always says "I'll give you some money so you can pick me out some stuff." &lt;i&gt;*sigh* &lt;/i&gt;[[At least do chores/help out/do stuff to earn it!]] The money I've spent for Christmas came from me saving here and there from couponing, and selling stuff on eBay. I'm also big on getting discounts, so next time you go shopping, google "storexxxx printable coupons." ;) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no respect for people who lie. Period. &lt;b&gt;Especially &lt;/b&gt;when even confronted and found out, they STILL won't admit it. And then &lt;i&gt;I'M&lt;/i&gt; to blame?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akjdsdhaklhgsbihgnskdg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a pair of weight lifting gloves for my dad via Amazon... since I have the free Amazon Prime (for college students), I got free 2-day shipping as usual. They're supposed to be here tomorrow... I just hope they're here in the morning or early afternoon before we leave for Christmas stuff. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Oh, I think they're the same brand as a pair he had before [for like 10 years o.o]. He doesn't remember the brand, but Dick's Sporting Goods didn't have the brand name on their site, so that helped me narrow it down a bit... they better at least be good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond today. I had moments of future planning - for my own house. It's gonna rock. &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could teleport. I'd go somewhere in the Caribbean to get a few hours of sun, and be right back for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas crowds, but OMG, it brings out some of the most horrible drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more, but I'm too tired to think of it. Maka'i po.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3121550422368820125?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3121550422368820125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3121550422368820125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3121550422368820125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/rant.html' title='Rant.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRjFmCTOHI/AAAAAAAAASI/QVYPWAI9_LQ/s72-c/z214174305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8431404438258533911</id><published>2010-06-15T01:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:59:29.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step inside, walk this way.</title><content type='html'>Not much goin on here. It's 1:53am as I type, and I guess I'll go to bed in a minute. I'm thinking... Wednesday is gonna be a shopping day. Thrift stores and mall? VS start's their semi-annual sale today (technically it is Tuesday already) and I think Bath and Body Works does too. Usually, if you don't go the first couple of days, you won't get what you want. I always go towards the end, too, cause there is usually a good discount available to use with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to list some things on eBay, and get it out of my house. I put everything on pause when school started, and got about halfway done with listing [some] things. Not only is it good money, but I need more space! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm wondering when FB is gonna decide to import this. It's now 2am, 4/15/10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8431404438258533911?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8431404438258533911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-inside-walk-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8431404438258533911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8431404438258533911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-inside-walk-this-way.html' title='Step inside, walk this way.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4591906548301955610</id><published>2010-06-04T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:37:01.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just like to think.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Replay the scenario of how it was... over, and over, and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Special.&lt;br /&gt;Captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth-shattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What went wrong? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4591906548301955610?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4591906548301955610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4591906548301955610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4591906548301955610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/confusion.html' title='Confusion.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5240836092352039607</id><published>2010-06-03T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:27:25.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Read</title><content type='html'>I just started reading This Present Darkness again. I'm on chapter 19. :]&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found an article today, and I thought it was pretty interesting. There is one thing I'd like to add, though. The "Good Man" is a Christian, too. Anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hear me out in this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever I think of both the women who  complain about the nice guy, and the ones who talk about them, I wonder  if the girls are aware they might be using the wrong terms for what  they want. To me, I think that the man that they are really looking for  is a good man, not a nice guy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I keep noticing sometimes is  that when&amp;nbsp;you are&amp;nbsp;single and looking for a guy who sweeps&amp;nbsp;you off your  feet,&amp;nbsp;some people&amp;nbsp;constantly asks for the nice guy, when&amp;nbsp;you really mean  the good man. The nice guys&amp;nbsp;are shy, and aims never to piss off to  offend the woman in anyway, therefore getting no significant rises to  make yourself interesting. The good man is a fair balance who knows his  role as a man and as a lover. He's assertive, logical and fair with his  love. He doesn't mind hurting or even crying for the love he has, but he  also&amp;nbsp;has the strength to stand back on his own two feet afterwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When  he is in love,&amp;nbsp;you can bet that&amp;nbsp;his heart is yours and vice versa for  keeps. He understands that when&amp;nbsp;you want love,&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;don't want the guy  who goes ridiculously overboard and smothering with his love. Just  enough to assure you that the love is real. If by chance the love  doesn't seem to go right, then he&amp;nbsp;will do what he can to talk about it  with his girl, assuming she wants to talk about there being an ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If  you want to be treated like a queen, the good man doesn't mind doing  that, as long as you both don't expect it or take him for a doormat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Basically,  the good man has a backbone, knows what he wants out of life, is both  nice and naughty, and is capable of treating&amp;nbsp;you with the respect&amp;nbsp;you  deserve. Not all of them are exactly romantic or like the Stepford  husband, but a good man does his part in love and in life to keep you  satisfied. Basically, the good man is a little more well-adjusted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5240836092352039607?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5240836092352039607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/interesting-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5240836092352039607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5240836092352039607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/06/interesting-read.html' title='An Interesting Read'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2138224703207272815</id><published>2010-05-24T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:46:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaayyyyy</title><content type='html'>I have like 3 and a half days til my birthday! And the BEACH! Can't wait. &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my haircut! :DDDDD It's soooo lightweight, lol, which is what I wanted. It may be hard to tell in pictures, but the ends have been thinned out (but I still have length!) and the rest got chopped/layered/razored. I got fringe bangs, too. I'm not quite sure if I'll always wear them that way but at least I can if I want... I like them. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded The Apprentice last night... I already heard that Bret Michaels won, but I'm about to watch it anyway! I'm so glad he won, he's gotta be the coolest person I've ever seen on that show.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm so sad that The Vampire Diaries won't be on for a while. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2138224703207272815?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2138224703207272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/haaaayyyyy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2138224703207272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2138224703207272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/haaaayyyyy.html' title='Haaaayyyyy'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8731748294297593450</id><published>2010-05-14T01:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:59:45.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an 80s girl.</title><content type='html'>I wish I had been born back during the 80s. It has the absolute best music apart from new country... but sometimes I like it more than country music. It's just that the songs were so real, and pure sounding, because people didn't do voice-overs and tweak their songs so dang much to make it sound good. There were actually people who could sing WITHOUT music. There are some now, too, but not like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go shopping again, I'll be updating with some more rockish style clothing. I wanna be in the mix of beachy rock. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna get my hair cut before my birthday... it's a guaranteed thing. ;P I'm gonna keep it long, but I want something different. Not sure what yet. It won't be too major considering I'd never dye my hair or have highlights put in it. I just want to be able to tell I got it cut, and I want something more light, cause my hair is soooo thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S-zwX7PwypI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oFiuRxAZnaY/s1600/DSC07426.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S-zwX7PwypI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oFiuRxAZnaY/s320/DSC07426.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... it's 1:32. I think I need to go to bed if I want to actually get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I may be out of school, but I have a lot of cleaning that needs to be done, and frankly, I'd rather not have to do during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8731748294297593450?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8731748294297593450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-80s-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8731748294297593450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8731748294297593450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-80s-girl.html' title='I&apos;m an 80s girl.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S-zwX7PwypI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oFiuRxAZnaY/s72-c/DSC07426.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8494317541239419631</id><published>2010-05-10T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:06:49.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few obsessions...</title><content type='html'>I cleaned up after I got home today. Put clothes in the wash, cleaned the kitchen, and swept. I opened the cabinet door under the sink to grab some spray cleaner for the counters and I thought "OMG I've got to get some more Swiffer refills!!!!!!!!! &amp;gt;:[ And this spray bottle is almost empty. I'm so glad I have like 5 more bottles downstairs!!! &amp;lt;3333"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I got freakin' excited because I have more cleaning supplies stocked up. Thanks to couponing, I have a few boxes of Swiffer cloths (but I go through them fast) and a lot of clorox wipes, all-purpose spray cleaner, handsoap, and dish liquid. It's like, unreal. And I don't even have 1/4 the amount that some people do, but I'm SO HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I realized some some new obsessions today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love cleaning supplies. Not all of them, but I have favorites. Lysol/Clorox wipes, All-Purpose cleaner of any kind, and my swiffer stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I start cleaning one small area, I have to clean the rest of the house. It's inevitable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ogling at my small little stockpile I'm slowly building. I love it because it makes me happy to look at all of the stuff I love using, that I got FREE. I'm thinking of taking a few pics just to document where I'm at now and compare it to a few months from now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yep, that's me. Sometimes I feel like a crazed housewife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8494317541239419631?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8494317541239419631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8494317541239419631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8494317541239419631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-obsessions.html' title='A few obsessions...'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4465883000965212438</id><published>2010-05-08T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:53:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get. Me. Out. Of. HERE!</title><content type='html'>20 days until I'll be at the beach! &lt;b&gt;I'll be 19!&lt;/b&gt; :D So excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of here. Out of the house, out of Birmingham, down to the beach. I need it &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;. I have such a reduction in my stress amount that it's not even funny. Is it possible for the ocean, sun, and sand to be a bad thing?&lt;i&gt; Heck no.&lt;/i&gt; When I'm there, I don't have problems. I don't have anything to worry about. &lt;b&gt;I'm away!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finals this week. PreCal Monday, Spanish Tuesday, and CP Wednesday. -.- I'm ready for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4465883000965212438?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4465883000965212438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-out-of-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4465883000965212438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4465883000965212438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-out-of-here.html' title='Get. Me. Out. Of. HERE!'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8181839412625024081</id><published>2010-04-20T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:57:57.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes.</title><content type='html'>I need to update my wardrobe. :[ I need $ to make that happen, LOL. I can't wait til I'm out of school, because I'm gonna start back selling on eBay. I tried it DURING school, but it just adds to my load of stress and doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the beach for my birthday!!! :D I'm so happy. Tanning, skimboarding, ooooo I can't wait. I'll come back dark, tired, and skinned up (most likely). BRING IT ON! &amp;gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have $30 in gift cards to use at VS by the end of the month... I'm gonna get a swimsuit. Not sure which one but I have a few picked out. Definitely a strapless one, though. So cute. :D I'm gonna look for one at PacSun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I want some new summer clothes. Dresses, really. And some gladiator sandals. I'm in love with those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8181839412625024081?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8181839412625024081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8181839412625024081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8181839412625024081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/clothes.html' title='Clothes.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5076964264017074647</id><published>2010-04-19T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:47:49.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna make a new layout for this blog. A different color theme, at least. I got an idea for a really cool background but I dunno yet. I wish I remembered CSS coding, because I'd love to make a new layout from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have music on here now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5076964264017074647?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5076964264017074647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5076964264017074647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5076964264017074647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-new.html' title='Something new.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5713161802950575532</id><published>2010-04-18T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:49:59.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whataya want from me?</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I love that song. It's the first song of Adam Lambert's that I've listened to - he performed on AI last week and sang it. I LOVE IT! I bought it on iTunes. :) I may get the album, but I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go find it on mixpod or playlist, I'm sure one of them has it. Or YouTube the performance. I'd post it, but I'm getting close to my monthly 5Gb limit, and it doesn't reset til the 23rd @ midnight. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a great artist. I know he's gay and all that, but he's still an amazing singer, and his stage presence is really unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[I wouldn't even try, but I think you could save my life.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated the April savings section over on the right... for the most part. I still have a few things to add to it, but they're very small. I'm so happy with the savings percentage!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5713161802950575532?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5713161802950575532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/whataya-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5713161802950575532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5713161802950575532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/whataya-want-from-me.html' title='Whataya want from me?'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8712832498042145936</id><published>2010-04-01T11:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:42:00.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a little over 4 years.</title><content type='html'>56 days til my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i'm doing yet, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a lot done around the house yesterday, apart from the usual cleaning. I found things I didn't want to find. I cleaned out all the bottom cabinets, and a few things were in there that I remember seeing at one point in my life but that's about it. The thing is, I haven't really wanted to clean places like the spare bedrooms, because I just don't know what to do with the stuff. These kitchen cabinets were a little easier though because, well, there weren't really "memorabilia" things in it. But I did find two Softball National Champs patches, and a couple of other things in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to cleaning places that hold items that aren't mine, I just... don't know. I don't want to throw them away, because they're my mom's, and I want every connection with her possible. I know I SHOULD throw them away, because I don't need them, won't use them, etc, but it's still hard. Sometimes I can make myself do it, but other times I begin to clean, then stop and put things right back where they were and give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it, though. I'm sick of never having enough strength to do things. It's not that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do it, I just... won't. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling to pieces, even as much as try to act like I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But y'know, that's how it is spiritually too. We find things that mean something to us and won't give them up. [I'm not speaking of good things anymore], but bad ones. We like keeping those things because we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire them, need them&lt;/span&gt;. But the truth is, we don't. They're ruining our lives. Killing us inside and out. Characteristics, physical items, morals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think God wants us to keep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;Godly things in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"He has showed you, O  man, what is good.  And  what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and  to walk humbly with your  God." Micah 6:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not always a good Christian, but that doesn't mean God doesn't care about me, and that I can't fix my life, no matter how far I've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who   believes that Jesus is the Son of God. - 1 John 5:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8712832498042145936?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8712832498042145936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-little-over-4-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8712832498042145936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8712832498042145936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-little-over-4-years.html' title='It&apos;s been a little over 4 years.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4277478766435968124</id><published>2010-03-16T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:52:58.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S6A1zGRTZmI/AAAAAAAAALU/NRrPuTOtqdg/s1600-h/DSC05344.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S6A1zGRTZmI/AAAAAAAAALU/NRrPuTOtqdg/s320/DSC05344.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449414701091087970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took that pic! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;“And now, Israel, what does the Lord your God require of you? He requires only that you fear the Lord your God, and live in a way that pleases him, and love him and serve him with all your heart and soul." Deuteronomy 10:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this verse! When I find one I like I usually write in somewhere, like in my planner, somewhere in my room, a piece of paper in my purse, or in a notebook. I do it because I'll stumble across it in a few days and it'll be a good reminder. Sometimes when I get so far away, that's what I need to help get me back on track with God. Even if I'm not, it's still something small that will guarantee a lift in my spirits. So whenever you come across a verse that makes you smile, feel good, or just gives you hope, write it down. When you see it again, you'll smile. Trust me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4277478766435968124?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4277478766435968124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4277478766435968124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4277478766435968124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-for-you.html' title='A note for you'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S6A1zGRTZmI/AAAAAAAAALU/NRrPuTOtqdg/s72-c/DSC05344.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2036607421780241249</id><published>2010-03-15T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:27:52.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning.</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's spring break... time for spring cleaning. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad, though. Add music and it's a good time. ;) The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script is one of my favorite songs EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just weighed in at 123... that's a low for me (in the past 6 months). Hm, oh well. I worked out this morning, though - I seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basement is like total chaos right now (not that it wasn't already like that...) but now even more so since I've drug out everything to clean and such, and I don't concentrate in one spot at a time - I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; concentrate on one at a time... I look at something else that needs to be done and then I quit what I'm currently doing to go over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind just isn't built normal. I'm okay with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2036607421780241249?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2036607421780241249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2036607421780241249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2036607421780241249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8280185549457056846</id><published>2010-03-14T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:23:27.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Trip</title><content type='html'>Mkay so I went to Publix and Walgreen's today... did pretty good. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Publix - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: $119.89&lt;br /&gt;OOP: $47.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved: $72.74 [61%]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are only the "free" items I got [after store sales &amp;amp; coupons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a479ac4431&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1275eeb16153c0bf&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 500px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a479ac4431&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1275eeb16153c0bf&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walgreens -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: $34.21&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OOP: $3.91&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved: $30.3 [88%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WG items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay makeup! :D the eyeliner is hard to see, but they're sooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a479ac4431&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1275f078fb214db7&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a479ac4431&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1275f078fb214db7&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8280185549457056846?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8280185549457056846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8280185549457056846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8280185549457056846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-trip.html' title='Today&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2254795447648280300</id><published>2010-03-10T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:49:57.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>The rain just completely ruined the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if there is something bad happening every day, or close to it. A fire, an earthquake, something. Sometimes I feel as if this is beginning of the whole Revelation period, and in a way it is, I mean, it's all a beginning at one point. But when will it actually happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people aren't expecting it to happen any time soon - Christian or not. Sure there are probably some, but with the way things are going right now it doesn't seem as if anyone is concerned with what's going on and the fact that one day it WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. That probably makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of listening to the news. It's just one thing after another. And will they please just SHUT UP about the gambling!!!! "oh, let's meet and work it out." "Oh, gambling is illegal." "Oh, I don't know." Please, just make it illegal and be done with it. THAT'S WHAT IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like the society as a whole is going down the drain and no one is willing to step up for what's right. Like there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? THERE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with that, I think I'll go take some Advil. my back is absolutely killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pray for the family of &lt;a href="http://laylagrace.org/"&gt;Layla Grace&lt;/a&gt;. She died today at 2 years old due to cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2254795447648280300?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2254795447648280300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2254795447648280300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2254795447648280300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-928324586635777803</id><published>2010-02-20T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:03:48.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only one.</title><content type='html'>Name one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like: warm weather&lt;br /&gt;You hate: today's society&lt;br /&gt;You think is ok: cold weather - it just really depends, y'know...&lt;br /&gt;You have always wanted to do and why: model... because i love pictures and i think it'd be fun. I'd prefer if it was on the beach, lol.&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Place you want to go: comedy club!&lt;br /&gt;What you'd like to be doing right now: i'd like to be sitting by the water... i dont care where. Lake. river. beach. just somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at: cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;That makes you smile: sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You like doing: taking pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;That makes you mad: when people don't know how to drive and almost hit me&lt;br /&gt;That makes you upset: i cant name just one ha&lt;br /&gt;That gets on your nerves: oh i know this one. BEING COLD. not necessarily cold weather, just being cold. AKA no jacket, no heat of any kind...&lt;br /&gt;You like eating: popcorn&lt;br /&gt;That makes you roll your eyes: people that are rude.&lt;br /&gt;You like hearing: good music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-928324586635777803?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/928324586635777803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-only-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/928324586635777803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/928324586635777803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-only-one.html' title='There&apos;s only one.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5106819063455319828</id><published>2010-02-17T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:08:24.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3y81k3yiAI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ml4Y5JDuXh8/s1600-h/DSC04406.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3y81k3yiAI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ml4Y5JDuXh8/s320/DSC04406.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439430078573479938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wish I could speak to the person who chained their dog to a vehicle and drug them... (the dog somehow lived). WHAT is wrong with you? How would you feel if someone chained you to a car and did that? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I cannot WAIT 'til summer. I need warm weather. Sunshine. Water.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I just thought I'd post a little bit on myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not know these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I figure I'm pretty dang unique. I'm a Christian. I'm 1/4 Hawaiian. I'm not all-out country but I'm not ashamed to be called so, because I like it. I really love the oldies rock, and like the overall rock&amp;amp;roll style. Clothing, hair, etc. I'm athletic, but I also like dressing up and just being pretty. I really do like to be crazy and just have fun when I get the opportunity. I like who I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I frequently miss the correct exit, turn, etc. if I don't really know where I'm going or I haven't been there before. This really only happens when I'm trying to find something that's located amongst a ton of other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can't stand it when I'm walking in the store or anywhere crowded and someone just STOPS right in front of me. And if you're gonna stop for more than a few seconds, at least move off to the side so people don't trip over you or run into someone else trying to go around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If you ever find me in a grocery store, please don't think I'm going to be in a hurry. I take my time unless I'm like tired or I just want to leave/go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I could find people to take pictures of. I'd really like to take pictures of shadows, you know like people walking, or something. And just for the fun of it, I would really love to get those really cool pictures taken on the beach - you know, like sitting in the sand, in the water, walking along the shore, sitting on the rocks, just pretty pictures. (: But I can't take them myself, OF myself... hahaha. I'd love to make my own portfolio of pictures I've taken - I think photography is one of the easiest but sometimes hardest type of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've always wanted to have a "movie marathon." Just get a bunch of movies I've never seen and watch them one evening/night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5106819063455319828?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5106819063455319828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5106819063455319828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5106819063455319828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3y81k3yiAI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ml4Y5JDuXh8/s72-c/DSC04406.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-6032469820848248955</id><published>2010-02-11T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:03:15.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today... was long. Very long. Didn't have to get up but I woke up at 6am without my clock, got up, went back to bed 10min later. Got up again at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something yesterday that just struck me... You can't ignore the fact that you're a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go day-to-day with my usual routine. I get in the habit of not reading my Bible - a lot. But, ya know, there's always that one little thought in the back of my head telling me who I am. I'm a daughter of God. I'm not some stranger that roams the city going in and out of places, not some random person who He decided to become a part of. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chose &lt;/span&gt;me [in a sense]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't run from it.&lt;/span&gt; That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't keep Him involved in their lives regularly get totally away from everything. I've been one of these people more than once and I always will be... I get this empty feeling; I need something... I need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to the Hoover Library. I was looking around the fiction books for something by Peretti. There was a guy on that aisle looking at other books. I picked up one from the shelf and was flipping through it, and he asked if I had any good recommendations, cause he was new to reading Peretti's books. I told him he should read Piercing the Darkness, and explained the basic idea of it; It's Christian fiction, but a non-Christian would enjoy it just as much (and hopefully it'd be of some help to them), just to throw that out there... I'm not sure if he was saved or not because I didn't ask. I regret not doing so, but if he's not I hope that reading that book opens up a new perspective for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I can be an impact on someone. I may not know if I am (like the book thing)... but if it meant helping someone spiritually, i'm perfectly fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Have you ever looked fear in the face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and said "I just don’t care?" ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-6032469820848248955?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6032469820848248955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6032469820848248955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6032469820848248955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/realization.html' title='A realization'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2951747691912284060</id><published>2010-02-10T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:15:40.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses are red, violets are blue, I love music, how 'bout you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3M3ZAUgfOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xB0nPSnVkgc/s1600-h/HI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3M3ZAUgfOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xB0nPSnVkgc/s320/HI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436750077888593122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into sappy movies. I like watching one now and then, but they're always so sad that I hate watching them. I saw the Notebook one time, and that's enough for me. I like watching comedy romance, but nothing vulgar... lol . I wanna see the new movies Valentine's Day and When In Rome. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of my favorite songs, though. No particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Come A Little Closer - Dierks Bentley&lt;br /&gt;2) I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes - Dierks Bentley&lt;br /&gt;3) Must Be Doin' Something Right - Billy Currington&lt;br /&gt;4) Then - Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;5) Fall - Clay Walker&lt;br /&gt;6) Hysteria - Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;7) Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad - Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;8) Soon As You Can - Dierks Bentley&lt;br /&gt;9) Faithfully - Journey&lt;br /&gt;10) You Save Me - Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;11) I Just Call You Mine - Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;12) I Melt With You - Modern English&lt;br /&gt;13) Umbrella - Rihanna Ft. Jay Z &amp;amp; Chris Brown ... because it's awesome like that&lt;br /&gt;14) The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script&lt;br /&gt;15) Don't Think I Can't Love You - Jake Owen&lt;br /&gt;16) Photograph - Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Up On Me by Jason Aldean, and Love Remembers by Craig Morgan are good songs, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote for my entries &amp;amp; spread the link, please? (: http://www.tinyurl.com/vote4kana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2951747691912284060?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2951747691912284060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2951747691912284060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2951747691912284060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Roses are red, violets are blue, I love music, how &apos;bout you?'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3M3ZAUgfOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xB0nPSnVkgc/s72-c/HI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7774419967474476727</id><published>2010-02-09T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:08:00.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Free" post :D</title><content type='html'>Check ittttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3IxAYF71EI/AAAAAAAAAKs/40AVIk3thHE/s1600-h/photo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3IxAYF71EI/AAAAAAAAAKs/40AVIk3thHE/s200/photo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436461582726714434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a coupon in the mail for a free pack of the golden/vanilla oreos. I signed up for it like a week and half ago, it was a promo on facebook if the colts won one of their games. so that's where that came from. The rest of it was free in some way or another. (the only thing not "free" was the boxes of Soy Joy bars and Joint Juice, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Joy box x 2 = $12&lt;br /&gt;Got back (2) $6 ECB (extra care bucks at CVS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joint Juice = $10&lt;br /&gt;Got back a $10 RR (register reward at Walgreen's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought all three of them using ECB and RR i earned from previous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got 7 individual bowls of Kashi cereal, 3 of them were marked down to .84 and the other 4 were $1. I used (3) $1/1 coupons and (2) $3/2. So I got all of them free PLUS overage to cover a little bit of the other stuff. 7 muskateer bars. Revlon tweezer w/bonus one. Two packs of Post It things, can't think of the name right now &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all freeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7774419967474476727?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7774419967474476727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-post-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7774419967474476727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7774419967474476727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-post-d.html' title='&quot;Free&quot; post :D'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S3IxAYF71EI/AAAAAAAAAKs/40AVIk3thHE/s72-c/photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1902854036575809047</id><published>2010-02-08T22:04:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:09:33.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a rather long post</title><content type='html'>11. I'm about to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I've been wanting to post for a long time and now i'm finally getting around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to publix like a week and a half ago and got roughly $60 worth for $19. I have the receipt around here but i'm just too beat to dig it out and post everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to CVS and got 4 bottles of Glade Fabric &amp;amp; Air Refreshing Spray or w/e to start off my ECB [Extra Care Bucks - each week &amp;amp; month they offer ECBs on certain items.] For every bottle, you get $3 ECB. [limit 3] I bought four because I had two BOGO [Buy One Get One] coupons. Apart from them being on sale, I also got $9 ECB, and I'll get a $5 rebate from an SC Johnson promo for buying 3 of their products. I had the math all figured out when I bought them, but I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; $2 once I get the rebate. I also got those $9 ECB to use for the next offers that come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later I went and got 10 Powerade drinks (the regular size/big bottles) and 10 regular canned pringles for free. There was a deal going where you get $10 ECB for buying $25 worth of P&amp;amp;G / Coke products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Powerade @ 10/$10, 10 Pringles @ 2/$3.&lt;br /&gt;Used 10 tearpad coupons found in the store to get $1 off when you buy powerade AND a can of pringles.&lt;br /&gt;----- Total: $25 - $10 Qs - $9 ECB from previous trip = $6 + tax.&lt;br /&gt;----- I got back $10 ECB which covered what I had paid out of pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm not going to do those kinds of deals because they rarely have coupons for coke products or anything that requires an amount such as a $25 purchase... BUT the drinks &amp;amp; chips will be used eventually, so no worries. It was worth it. If I had been shopping at CVS for a while already I probably would have had some more ECB to use to cover that $6. But I've just started, sooo... I didn't have a choice, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Walgreen's last week, too. One offer was $5 RR [Register Rewards... they're just like ECB from CVS, same concept.] for 2 nivea lotions or something like that... i don't remember. I got two items on sale and used two coupons. Paid like $3 and then got my $5 RR - so I MADE $2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Walgreen's after church and got Joint Juice - it's little packets you mix in water, like crystal light etc, but it's good especially for active people. It's regular $21.99 for a box of 30 (idk who in their right mind would pay that), but it's on sale for $10 AND you get $10 RR.  I used my $5 from the last time I went and just paid $5 out of pocket. So technically I got it free, considering the register rewards I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on spending a little bit to get this stuff going, but now I won't have to worry about that again. I have $10 ECB and $10 RR to use on the next set of deals that come up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Walgreen's AGAIN (it's only 2 minutes from Samford, so is CVS... but I like the CVS in McCalla better I think). A couple of things I got included a bottle of the new Dove Men's Bodywash. It was $5.99 and got $6 RR for it. [that means it was freeeee] I had a coupon for $1.50 off any Dove Men's, so I MADE $1.50! Also got 4 3 musketeer bars... hahaha. With a store coupon they were .49 each, and I got $1.50 RR for buying 4. This isn't an advertised deal, it showed up at the beginning of the month then they took signs down, but it's going all month long. After the math, $1.96 - $1.50 RR i got = .46 or .12 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two other transactions. Used combined RRs I had (I had $10 worth considering a few other things I got too), I got ANOTHER Joint Juice, used the $10 rewards, and got $10 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I used THAT $10 to do the whole Dove + other things offers.&lt;br /&gt;Got $10 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I got 2 bags of stuff from there today for free and I still have $10 RR to use next time.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that's a long post. If you DID read it, sorry, lol. I'm going to keep it short and simple next time I do a post on this stuff, but it's hard to explain if you've never done it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to abbreviate most of the time, because it's just a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; = coupon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MM or Overage&lt;/span&gt; = Moneymaker; Anything that you earn money off of. (Ex: 1 Dove @ $5.99. Use $1.50 off coupon and get back $6 RR... you've made $1.50 - this is a moneymaker :P) Overage is the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt; = Register Rewards: Come from Walgreen's. They print up on separate sheets (if you buy 2 diff items that both offer RR, you will get 2 papers.) That makes them easy to use, because they're in smaller amounts. If I want to use a $5 RR I have, my total must be $5 BEFORE tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ECB &lt;/span&gt;= Extra Care Bucks: Come from CVS. Whatever you purchase that offer ECBs will be combined and printed at the bottom of the receipt (just tear it off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basic rules:&lt;/span&gt; #1) At CVS or Walgreen's you can only have as many coupons / RR / ECB as you have ITEMS. If I have three different RRs, I need to get three items. Same goes for one RR and two coupons - must have three items. You can toss in a "filler" such as a pencil (like .25) to add to the item total if you need to. In-ad coupons do not count in this rule, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) CVS always has limits on the amount of times you can earn ECBs from an item. (Like the Glade deal; Limit was 3.) Walgreen's, however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does not have a limit.&lt;/span&gt; BUT you cannot earn RR for the same item more than once IF it's all in one transaction. If I wanted to buy two bodywash and earn RR on both of them, I would need to split them up and buy them separately. Same goes for Joint Juice, and anything else like that. That's not so bad though, because you can do the offer as many times as you want while it's available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) You can't use ECB or RR that you earned from a certain item to purchase that SAME item again. Ex: I bought 1 Dove Men's and got $6 RR. I can't use that RR to buy another Dove Men's. I have to use it on something else... [That sucks, too.] You'll have to figure out how to use it on a different item(s) to get more RR, to re-do the offer without spending your own money. *My plan is/was going back and forth between Joint Juice and the combination of the Dove &amp;amp; other items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) Coupons are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stackable.&lt;/span&gt; At 99% of the stores, you can use one manufacturer coupon AND one store coupon. But again, at stores such as CVS &amp;amp; Walgreen's, you gotta have the same number of items as coupons no matter what their source is. The only other store I've used them at is Publix, and they don't care. You can have one item and use 2 coupons. If you end up with overage, they will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most likely&lt;/span&gt; change the price of the item until it becomes free. You won't get actual cash, just a free product; If I know I'm going to have overage, I'll throw in something else I need and that overage will count towards my total cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rolling: &lt;/span&gt;This when you take an ECB or RR and use it to buy something that will produce more ECB or RR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an expiration on both ECB and RR - be sure to use them, don't just put them away somewhere and forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something but I doubt you people care anyway LOL. In the case one of you might actually try "couponing," just ask me if you need help... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** OHHHHHHHHHHH, I found out the Dollar Tree in Hueytown sells Sunday papers for $1. Guess where I'm headed before church from now on? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone can get a hold of free inserts or something let me know and I'll work something out with you. I already have a small stockpile of things LOL so i'll be able to "pay" you somehow haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is such a boring post... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have class til 1 tomorrow, but it's time for bed or i'll pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1902854036575809047?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1902854036575809047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/rather-long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1902854036575809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1902854036575809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/rather-long-post.html' title='a rather long post'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3470307295754555686</id><published>2010-01-31T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:21:34.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run, run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S2Yec5pYAZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YNwUFsyATIo/s1600-h/w201663463.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S2Yec5pYAZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YNwUFsyATIo/s320/w201663463.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433063482328613266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conquer Cancer Run was absolutely incredible. The results aren't up yet but I'm sure they will be soon. It's amazing to see that many people come out (I imagine there were some who didn't because of the weather)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things Brenda said before it began was how there were going to be a lot of hills. You may get tired, sore, and want to give up, but you keep climbing them because once you reach the top there is no other feeling like it. You have a high, an assurance that you CAN do it. It might be tough, but that's when you push yourself to continue, to give it everything you have. You climb every hill like it's the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl that was 25 years old. A survivor. She was diagnosed at age 19 and now they say her cancer is gone - she just hit the 5 year mark. I've never actually met someone that young that was a cancer patient/survivor until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8k run started at 8am; The 1 mile walk/run started at 8:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe how great it was! Last year was fun, too, but it just felt so much more real this time. It took place on St. Vincents One Nighteen and we ran through Greystone - beautiful place! Some of the people living there stood outside and cheered for the runners as did the volunteers for the event. At one corner along the road there was a truck with a man and his two little boys sitting in the back holding up signs! All of those people were such an encouragement!!  It was definitely not boring. I also think that it's much easier to run when you have others around you, because you feed off their energy and their drive, you want to keep going too and give it all. Regardless of the weather, it was still fun - it just took a few minutes after it started to get warmed up hahaha. I wore my sliding shorts (it actually helped keep me warm) underneath my sweats, and my Under Amour tank for the base layer... a fleece jacket over that and then a lightweight rain jacket/windbreaker. Oh, and a headband that covered my ears haha. About halfway through I was finally sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait til next year. I finished this one in an hour and 8 min!!!!!!!!!!! lol that's not that great but I'm happy I finished with it. I think if I had ran more beforehand and trained better then I would've had a shot at the top 3 for my group. [0-19 females] BUT I will still be 19 during the run next year so I'm gonna shoot for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for cancer is one of the most exhilarating things. When I run, I think about what I'm doing for and why I'm doing it. It's about more than raise money towards finding a cure, it's also about showing your support, and doing it for all of those out there who can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's nothing that can be said about a cancer victim other than they're one HECK of a fighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3470307295754555686?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3470307295754555686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/run-run-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3470307295754555686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3470307295754555686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/run-run-run.html' title='Run, run, run.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/S2Yec5pYAZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YNwUFsyATIo/s72-c/w201663463.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-6395533573125281971</id><published>2010-01-29T14:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:01:38.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't rain</title><content type='html'>I haven't eaten anything today. I did get this drink called Chocolate Elvis at the smoothie place by Trak Shak today... it's supposed to be some kind of energy drink. And according to the nutrition info that sucker sure has some CARBS in it hahaha... and lots of protein. It's good I guess, first time I've had it. Tastes like... peanut butter. It's got that, bananas, cocoa, yogurt, and nonfat milk in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 8k run is in the morning... omjeez it's gonna be cold. :( High is 40 degrees, man! 20% chance of rain... i'm doomed if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to kick butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked my registration packet up earlier after school, the shirt is so cool! But it swallows me whole. :/ And it's a SMALL; I guess it runs big, maybe if I dry it it'll shrink. Last year it was long sleeve... im not a big fan of long sleeve [depends what kind of shirt it is though, i like anything that feels worn in] this year it's dark blue short sleeve - so much better! it's one of those athletic shirts... jersey material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna have all the vendor/sponsor booths set up again... hope I can get free chick-fil-a and coffee this time too LOL. I won a facial at a spa over on 280, too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's at 8am over on St. Vincent's 119.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I finish in the top few for my age group. It probably won't happen because there will probably be these little marathon runners or track members out there... but i'm gonna try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-6395533573125281971?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6395533573125281971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dress-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6395533573125281971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6395533573125281971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dress-up.html' title='Please don&apos;t rain'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7983228554327508586</id><published>2010-01-22T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:33:27.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid clothes</title><content type='html'>man, it sucks. i found a "little black dress" today that I wanted SO bad. only problem is that I guess somewhere had returned it, IDK, but there was a wire in the top area that just dug into my rib. &gt;:[ Other than that, it was perfect. and DUDE it was like a $40 dress marked down to $7.88. it was the last one left, too. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to just create my own clothing line. Yeah, that'd be great... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is just going by too slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7983228554327508586?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7983228554327508586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7983228554327508586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7983228554327508586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-clothes.html' title='stupid clothes'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7716052624663434888</id><published>2010-01-20T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:38:46.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>Thunder, thunder, thunder. It makes me uneasy to sleep while it's lightning and/or thundering. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply put, I'm a pack-rat. &lt;/span&gt;I attempted to go through some stuff in one of the spare rooms because I'm running out of places to put things and there's a lot of stuff I really don't need to keep anymore. The bad thing is that I can look at something, try to think of ways I'll use it / why I need it, come up blank, and continue to keep it due to the fact that I hate getting rid of stuff.  I keep trying to tell myself "you need this. don't throw it away." "You'll wish you had kept it." ... that's aggravating. I have to make myself throw it away, or put it in a bag to take to the Salvation Army. I'm done with that room for now and I'll finish it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just ate a whole meal for the first time today. Haven't really had an appetite. I did cook earlier, but when I got done I was no longer hungry. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If anyone can get their hands on extra inserts from the sunday papers, let me know. When I get some stuff I'll make it up to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7716052624663434888?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7716052624663434888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7716052624663434888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7716052624663434888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5245060448972704591</id><published>2010-01-14T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:15:47.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/rockfilesarocknrollodysey/DefLeppardYeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 491px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/rockfilesarocknrollodysey/DefLeppardYeah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I get to see this group in concert. That'll prob never happen but I can dream. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha so today I've hurt myself like 5x, literally. I've hit my toe on the vacuum, my arm on the cabinet door... i dont remember what else, but I have. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boots came today!!!! haha I love them. They're black, and almost go up to my knee.  i've been wanting a pair FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dress up for some reason. Like jeans, cute dressy top and my boots. I just wanna be girly. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5245060448972704591?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5245060448972704591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/rock-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5245060448972704591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5245060448972704591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/rock-it.html' title='Rocket'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2668165652827320098</id><published>2010-01-08T01:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:19:50.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The texture can't be matched,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty can't be copied,&lt;br /&gt;And the amount is undeniably great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;10 things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I keep a composition book for when I feel like writing, unless I do it on here.&lt;br /&gt;9. I really don't like people who abuse animals, like beat and starve them.&lt;br /&gt;8. I would absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;to get into photography.&lt;br /&gt;7. If I've never had enough sleep, it's easy to tell by looking at me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've always wondered what it would be like if I lived on my own.&lt;br /&gt;5. I painted my room a really dark pink/bright red.&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like the smell of suntan lotion.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have about 4 boxes worth of stuff under my bed. Most of the storage boxes I have contain old movies I grew up with that I keep wanting to save for when I have kids. But by then they probably won't sell VHS players. I'm not even sure if they still do now.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wake up to my radio playing 102.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I like walking outside when the sun is out. It's refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;my day [1.7.10]&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I've broken a glass (washing it... i dunno HOW I broke it. This was the SECOND ONE!!!), I tore the corner of my comforter's duvet cover thing, I sprayed this tshirt of mine with stain remover last night and threw it in the wash today and it didn't come out. I washed it like three more times with the rest of the laundry, too. It's not like terrible or anything, but I think it's ink... :[ it's one of those shirts that's twice the size of me... so i wear it with my skinny jeans hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; in the mood for photography. I dunno why, I just feel like taking pictures. I find it very inspiring. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2668165652827320098?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2668165652827320098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-like-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2668165652827320098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2668165652827320098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-like-sand.html' title='Just like the sand'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2222469149709941401</id><published>2010-01-07T00:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:42:53.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to fight it. Just try.</title><content type='html'>Some things are impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Like trying to fight a pre-storm current.&lt;br /&gt;All it's going to do is throw you around.&lt;br /&gt;It slings you around like a ragdoll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about how beautiful the ocean was,&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it felt,&lt;br /&gt;And how it used to be so gentle...&lt;br /&gt;How it used to love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like that anymore, though.&lt;br /&gt;Now it tosses you,&lt;br /&gt;Swallows you whole,&lt;br /&gt;And tries to drown you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;You try to get along,&lt;br /&gt;And be one with it.&lt;br /&gt;You try to ignore the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to do is hope you make it out alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2222469149709941401?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2222469149709941401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/try-to-fight-it-just-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2222469149709941401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2222469149709941401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/try-to-fight-it-just-try.html' title='Try to fight it. Just try.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2049063401515199281</id><published>2010-01-05T23:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:30:14.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to get one good night of sleep in months.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, bad.&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep, I have nightmares. Every. Single. Night.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me not want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I used to love sleeping because it passes time. It's comfy, warm, and yeah. Also because I'm so out of it.&lt;br /&gt;But now I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to sleep... or my body is going to eventually shut down.&lt;br /&gt;I just try to stay away from my bed as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm going to the Y in the morning to run. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to run.&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much 24 days until the 8k run... and i'm really dreading the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2049063401515199281?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2049063401515199281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2049063401515199281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2049063401515199281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7973608051081463393</id><published>2010-01-01T01:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:10:41.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few resolutions</title><content type='html'>I have a huge list, but I don't feel like writing them all. Here are a few in no particular order, except for the first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Read my Bible more.&lt;br /&gt;.Eat healthier and drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;.Exercise and run at least 3x/week. No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;.De-clutter my closets &amp;amp; clothes drawers from things I haven't worn in years and probably won't again. It's not a lot, but it's a waste of space. I'll sell them on eBay. HA.&lt;br /&gt;.Broaden my cooking abilities.&lt;br /&gt;.Have more confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;.Let my creativity flow. Write more. Draw more. Whenever I feel something, take it to paper.&lt;br /&gt;.Beat RockBand 2. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;.Become known on YouTube. &lt;- This may or may not happen, but that'd be cool, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;.Spend a day at the beach. That's what I want for my birthday. It doesn't have to be ON my birthday, but yeah you get it. I don't care if I have to drive myself at 4am to spend the day there and come back, I'd love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7973608051081463393?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7973608051081463393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7973608051081463393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7973608051081463393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-resolutions.html' title='A few resolutions'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4703627433974977797</id><published>2009-12-31T01:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:57:52.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called hysteria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzxXj36rOwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wZINFkmdoBM/s1600-h/z138191651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzxXj36rOwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wZINFkmdoBM/s320/z138191651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421304325264325378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see it.&lt;br /&gt;It's bright, shining.&lt;br /&gt;It reflects on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here in complete awe,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how I can be this lucky.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense...&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alluring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably seen what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, if you haven't seen it yet,&lt;br /&gt;You'll know when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lights up the darkest area&lt;br /&gt;And fills my heart with an amazing warmth.&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievably maddening at times,&lt;br /&gt;But so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;For you, it's whatever you want it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4703627433974977797?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4703627433974977797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-called-hysteria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4703627433974977797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4703627433974977797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-called-hysteria.html' title='It&apos;s called hysteria.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzxXj36rOwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wZINFkmdoBM/s72-c/z138191651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4190243633840406706</id><published>2009-12-30T01:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:01:24.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzsHw7fhUZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qMbfZtyWU3w/s1600-h/z205797620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzsHw7fhUZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qMbfZtyWU3w/s320/z205797620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420935113655538066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. Mess-ups. Missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music.&lt;br /&gt;I hate mess-ups I cause.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that so many things are missed is a little disheartening. (is that even a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I miss summer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being able to sit outside and listen to the radio while I'm in the warm sunshine. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find music a little uplifting, depending on what it is, of course. It always cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;I just tried practicing a couple of songs on RB2 and jeez... i sucked. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4190243633840406706?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4190243633840406706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-ms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4190243633840406706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4190243633840406706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-ms.html' title='The 3 Ms'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzsHw7fhUZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qMbfZtyWU3w/s72-c/z205797620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1624574184221289975</id><published>2009-12-26T22:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:41:11.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>It's been a few years since I've had fireworks to shoot for New Years. Unless something comes up to do, I might try to shoot some. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try.&lt;/span&gt; I shot them for the 4th of July... 2 years ago(?) or was it last year? I don't remember. Either way, I found out that those little bumblee things are fun to throw off the deck... light and throw - haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen the Fireworks at Red Mountain or wherever they shoot them, but I think that'd pretty cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have something else on my to-do list: visit NYC on New Years, maybe it's not worth the crowds and such, but at least I could see what it's like, ya know? Every time I've seen it on tv there's just sooooo many people EVERYWHERE... of course. And they always do closeups of people kissing at midnight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1624574184221289975?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1624574184221289975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fireworks-for-new-years-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1624574184221289975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1624574184221289975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fireworks-for-new-years-i-wish.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-9094738745369251899</id><published>2009-12-24T00:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:45:39.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mele Kalikimaka (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLv7ZgJaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jNVAmncCeug/s1600-h/celebrate-christmas-07-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLv7ZgJaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jNVAmncCeug/s320/celebrate-christmas-07-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418687694683252130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLXsFnngI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sTUnYgSsRnU/s1600-h/120407-christmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLXsFnngI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sTUnYgSsRnU/s320/120407-christmastree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418687278256463362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; in the mood to be at the beach right now. I think spending Christmas there is going on my long list of things I want to accomplish - even if I only spent a few hours there on Christmas Eve... yeah, wow. So here are some pre-Christmas Christmas pictures! Enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah idk... hahaha:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLdDXGrxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/boot94U-308/s1600-h/517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLdDXGrxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/boot94U-308/s320/517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418687370403163922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMMaU2K6qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oV70ZLxEIZc/s1600-h/OVB00687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMMaU2K6qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oV70ZLxEIZc/s320/OVB00687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418688423068887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzML6Xivn_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/9pfgvpZzRJY/s1600-h/christmas20palm20tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzML6Xivn_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/9pfgvpZzRJY/s320/christmas20palm20tree1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418687874036899826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMMHoWz7rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/enWUQJwlcYM/s1600-h/hawaiian_christmas_wreath_1_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMMHoWz7rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/enWUQJwlcYM/s320/hawaiian_christmas_wreath_1_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418688101888552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I made this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMNBLWot_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Prc5tuP-XdA/s1600-h/SnowHousePets+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMNBLWot_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Prc5tuP-XdA/s320/SnowHousePets+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418689090535602162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-9094738745369251899?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9094738745369251899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/mele-kalikimaka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9094738745369251899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9094738745369251899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/mele-kalikimaka.html' title='Mele Kalikimaka (:'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SzMLv7ZgJaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jNVAmncCeug/s72-c/celebrate-christmas-07-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3214295912858696030</id><published>2009-12-21T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:10:40.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhm.</title><content type='html'>What do you when you're having a dream that's better than real life? I refuse to get up, that's what. :P If I wake up, don't think I'm getting out of bed; I'll lay there til I fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't done anything besides put things away around the house, not much to do now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years is in 11 days! :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3214295912858696030?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3214295912858696030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/mhm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3214295912858696030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3214295912858696030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/mhm.html' title='Mhm.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4978852870204391442</id><published>2009-12-19T00:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:28:44.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The universe is brought back from the brink of destruction..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyxxLeM2TNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0VzNMnMF9mI/s1600-h/z207300291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyxxLeM2TNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0VzNMnMF9mI/s320/z207300291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416828893719317714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. I'm tired, but I'm not sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. Tomorrow is empty. Such a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. I really love colored eyeliner. Blue, especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;4. I hate how my bed is so freakin COLD when I first get in it. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5. I need to burn some cds to leave in my car, because apparently I always forget my iPod when I want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;6. I want to take photos. Lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4978852870204391442?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4978852870204391442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/universe-is-brought-back-from-brink-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4978852870204391442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4978852870204391442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/universe-is-brought-back-from-brink-of.html' title='&quot;The universe is brought back from the brink of destruction...&quot;'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyxxLeM2TNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0VzNMnMF9mI/s72-c/z207300291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1568135296853307606</id><published>2009-12-17T17:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:50:10.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"And her world came crashing down..."</title><content type='html'>Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Desire.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;br /&gt;Neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Nouns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like, really cold in here. And I have the heat on. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten much today, don't really have much of an appetite. :/&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like I'm getting sick, but I dunno. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas tree looks so pretty. :D It's a shame I have to take it down eventually. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a haircut. Bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1568135296853307606?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1568135296853307606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-her-world-came-crashing-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1568135296853307606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1568135296853307606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-her-world-came-crashing-down.html' title='&quot;And her world came crashing down...&quot;'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3198389416284120048</id><published>2009-12-16T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:03:36.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SynJsNGnx2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/DNU798N7dqg/s1600-h/z206072104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SynJsNGnx2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/DNU798N7dqg/s320/z206072104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416081788158592866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about the smell of suntan lotion... it's a little mind-boggling to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it smells, and I'm sure that sounds really weird.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the beach...&lt;br /&gt;the sand,&lt;br /&gt;the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;the sun.&lt;br /&gt;And besides reminding me of that, it really does smell good... I'm not sure how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Tropical, I guess? [Duh?]&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3198389416284120048?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3198389416284120048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3198389416284120048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3198389416284120048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SynJsNGnx2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/DNU798N7dqg/s72-c/z206072104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5377699372876046566</id><published>2009-12-14T17:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:32:34.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SybHksGBeWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XBkC5EWFUuo/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SybHksGBeWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XBkC5EWFUuo/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415235035085240674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.14.09.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I still need to do Christmas shopping... [anyone else?] Maybe tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm SO ready for a hair cut. I want it...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rockish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think I had an epiphany today, but I forgot what it was. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel really great about my body. I feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in shape and healthy.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so ready for the 8k Run.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I refuse to think negatively today. Refuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can FINALLY play songs on hard on RB2. For the most part. That's an accomplishment, IMO, considering I haven't really played it that much. Now I have time. I'm proud of myself! :D&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm going to cook dinner soon, but idk what. It's going to include chicken.&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to finish putting up like 10 things on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5377699372876046566?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5377699372876046566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-steal-sun-from-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5377699372876046566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5377699372876046566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-steal-sun-from-sky.html' title='Be the cure'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SybHksGBeWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XBkC5EWFUuo/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2727643379719303387</id><published>2009-12-09T16:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:38:18.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It only takes a minute, k?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyAsbBus-FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JgbVpalCAog/s1600-h/z203472772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyAsbBus-FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JgbVpalCAog/s320/z203472772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413375594931746898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I procrastinate. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I have my moments, though, where I can get things done like lightning.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of years I've found that I clean when I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I have control over what the house looks like (literally; no one else is going to do it), and I can make it into whatever I want. [On that note, I think it'd be awesome to be an interior designer...]&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy, I enjoy cooking - like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cooking. All out. I cook anyway, but sometimes I enjoy it more.&lt;br /&gt;I can clean a whole house... thoroughly... in... idk... 3 hours flat, if I don't quit. That's pretty good IMO, considering that includes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, even the once-in-a-while jobs like cleaning the fridge, microwave, etc. I usually find something that doesn't really need to be messed with (like closets) and then that turns into more than just "putting something up." Which makes the time long. That's ok, though, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know it's clean, even if I don't see it all the time. In the back of my mind, I know it's orderly. That makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want for Christmas? A dish washer. *wishes*&lt;br /&gt;It's never gonna happen, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the gym after my PreCal final tomorrow. The treadmill, to be exact. I'm gonna see how far I can run before I have to quit, so I'll know somehwhat where I stand as far as training goes.&lt;br /&gt;Mhm. So, I'm pretty messed up. I get that. If I had a camera following me around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day I'm pretty sure I'd make an idiot of myself more than once. I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am, k? K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2727643379719303387?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2727643379719303387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-only-takes-minute-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2727643379719303387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2727643379719303387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-only-takes-minute-k.html' title='It only takes a minute, k?'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SyAsbBus-FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JgbVpalCAog/s72-c/z203472772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1782291817019426762</id><published>2009-12-08T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:11:30.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking point</title><content type='html'>I think I'm almost there...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I could probably sleep for 4 days straight and it wouldn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;It aint like I have anything important to do, anyway. And I've been running on just a few hours of sleep for the past couple of months, for the most part, so that'd probably do my body some good if I caught up. I'm so so so SO glad I'm almost out for Christmas break! *exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... it sounds like there's a monsoon outside. There must have been at one point earlier, because the shed that I used to park under is now on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know I'm not the only one breaking to pieces here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1782291817019426762?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1782291817019426762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/breaking-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1782291817019426762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1782291817019426762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking point'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3698928071544796522</id><published>2009-12-06T01:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:49:49.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><content type='html'>Tired, cold&lt;br /&gt;Sleep deprived&lt;br /&gt;It takes an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new goal I just thought of... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; do this: Run the next Conquer Cancer Run without stopping. All 5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I think it'd be amazing to run a marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3698928071544796522?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3698928071544796522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3698928071544796522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3698928071544796522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-me.html' title='Just me'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-4095539350070148020</id><published>2009-12-02T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:01:57.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something more</title><content type='html'>Stretched out&lt;br /&gt;Laying here&lt;br /&gt;Warm, comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay here,&lt;br /&gt;Just how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream was too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need something more&lt;br /&gt;Something real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-4095539350070148020?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4095539350070148020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4095539350070148020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/4095539350070148020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-more.html' title='Something more'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-774005109333885737</id><published>2009-12-01T23:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:16:58.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I sit here, staring out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark.&lt;br /&gt;Thundering.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate rain because it traps me indoors,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I really like it&lt;br /&gt;Like now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps me when I have a headachce, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Depending what kind of mood I'm in, it helps me sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-774005109333885737?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/774005109333885737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/774005109333885737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/774005109333885737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8437665643845071366</id><published>2009-11-29T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:36:20.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SxNNE2USxoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NRcl4IV-XHE/s1600/b201506719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SxNNE2USxoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NRcl4IV-XHE/s400/b201506719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409752323097544322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes when I don't want it to&lt;br /&gt;When I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; it to&lt;br /&gt;When I don't expect it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ruins everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the dark&lt;br /&gt;It's so... degrading&lt;br /&gt;It takes away everything bright and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It covers everything good in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shadows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are parts I like about the darkness, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's dark, the air is so cool and crisp&lt;br /&gt;The sky is filled with stars&lt;br /&gt;The moon sometimes seems close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can get away&lt;br /&gt;Dream about good things&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That make me want to not wake up&lt;br /&gt;And when I do, I want to stay in bed forever and drift back into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are simply... amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is... [sometimes] encouraging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8437665643845071366?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8437665643845071366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8437665643845071366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8437665643845071366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SxNNE2USxoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NRcl4IV-XHE/s72-c/b201506719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7031280590553965991</id><published>2009-11-28T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:06:26.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't help but stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;What else can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I tell you my problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You listen attentively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Taking in every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When I start getting ahead of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Worrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Stressing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You touch me and calm me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Your gentle touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Cool feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Even your crashing sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;They bring a smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;That's why I sit here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Why I stretch my legs out in the wet sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And let you wash up onto me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7031280590553965991?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7031280590553965991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7031280590553965991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7031280590553965991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5309590243813172488</id><published>2009-11-26T10:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:24:09.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your beauty warms my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It captures all of my emotions at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's amazing, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your smell is breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your gorgeous color is mesmerizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The way you can be so calm at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But when something angers you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're so welcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's what I love most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The way you seem to talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That sound that can stop anyone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's very... elegant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When the sun shines down on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You seem to shimmer, sparkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're dazzling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Easy on the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Inspiring, appealing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All I want is to be consumed by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The way you feel against my skin is, well, incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So smooth, gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Almost as if you're not really there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're very photogenic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And your pictures will brighten up any room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You bring a smile to so many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Without even doing anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All you have to do is be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It's been so long... I've missed you," I said, as I took in the scent of saltwater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then I stepped out onto the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw6z4QclSmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pz8cK1mPSdY/s1600/z205581122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw6z4QclSmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pz8cK1mPSdY/s400/z205581122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408457981587442274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5309590243813172488?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5309590243813172488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5309590243813172488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5309590243813172488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw6z4QclSmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pz8cK1mPSdY/s72-c/z205581122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1513577472156989950</id><published>2009-11-25T15:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:24:40.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw2dpUJKQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sub6L0BRY1I/s1600/z200571723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw2dpUJKQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sub6L0BRY1I/s200/z200571723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408152060649160802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a loss for words, stuck, driven into exile&lt;br /&gt;Ok, walked into&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, anyway, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I love about where I am&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit outside and take in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Read, write, listen to music&lt;br /&gt;Doing things to keep my mind occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less minute spent being down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1513577472156989950?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1513577472156989950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1513577472156989950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1513577472156989950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Sw2dpUJKQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sub6L0BRY1I/s72-c/z200571723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3056885649193516638</id><published>2009-11-24T20:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:19:42.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna feel sunlight on my face.</title><content type='html'>[Apart from COUNTRY MUSIC], I absolutely love the 80s music. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so... breathtaking, in a way. The songs always have awesome music, and the artists can actually sing. Anyway, I can always find a song to listen to that will get me in a good mood. Even if it's just for a few minutes, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard is my current fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Def Leppard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey&lt;br /&gt;Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;Poison&lt;br /&gt;J Geils Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;The Police&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;br /&gt;Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;Robert Palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of my library is composed of country singers, dur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my fav songs to "sing along with":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take On Me&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Rocked&lt;br /&gt;Animal&lt;br /&gt;Without or Without You&lt;br /&gt;She's A Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;[And I give,]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;[and I give...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3056885649193516638?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3056885649193516638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-feel-sunlight-on-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3056885649193516638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3056885649193516638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-feel-sunlight-on-my-face.html' title='I wanna feel sunlight on my face.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2189009989227482852</id><published>2009-11-23T23:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:43:04.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwtyYLwgXSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AEyCpTryHPI/s1600/z205923967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwtyYLwgXSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AEyCpTryHPI/s320/z205923967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541537387076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;It's all I do&lt;br /&gt;I scream at nothing&lt;br /&gt;Argue with myself&lt;br /&gt;And whisper to my pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do these things to keep myself sane&lt;br /&gt;Even though they sound crazy&lt;br /&gt;But so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2189009989227482852?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2189009989227482852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2189009989227482852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2189009989227482852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwtyYLwgXSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AEyCpTryHPI/s72-c/z205923967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-7392119652796811184</id><published>2009-11-22T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:13:56.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwoXkjvYC5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/f-yxlryLb2Q/s1600/z197100384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwoXkjvYC5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/f-yxlryLb2Q/s320/z197100384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407160219448380306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can relate to addicts&lt;br /&gt;A lot, actually&lt;br /&gt;That feeling that you want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad&lt;br /&gt;That one feeling you'll do anything for&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;The parts where you get that itch&lt;br /&gt;You want to satisfy it bad&lt;br /&gt;But You can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's drives me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to scream&lt;br /&gt;Run somewhere and make myself get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I won't have to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;I daydream a little too much&lt;br /&gt;I start imagining things to be real&lt;br /&gt;And then they're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I lose it&lt;br /&gt;I want to hit something&lt;br /&gt;I want to yell at myself,&lt;br /&gt;At the walls... anything within hearing distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Do I secretly need medication?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I really am crazy&lt;br /&gt;Because I start talking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself how stupid I am&lt;br /&gt;...WHY am I talking to myself in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find notes all the time&lt;br /&gt;Stuck inside my books, my dresser&lt;br /&gt;Of things I wrote a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And then I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-7392119652796811184?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7392119652796811184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/addicts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7392119652796811184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/7392119652796811184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/addicts.html' title='Addicts'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwoXkjvYC5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/f-yxlryLb2Q/s72-c/z197100384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-6233903687451841397</id><published>2009-11-20T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:13:44.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gaining weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwcieV0o9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SrRsB0wTHYs/s1600/z202442293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwcieV0o9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SrRsB0wTHYs/s320/z202442293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327782330922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit running because my stupid shoes gave me blisters. It's been like 2wks since I've hit the gym! I was doing SO good with working out &amp;amp; running every day. I was slowly getting abs and toning up. Now I feel like I'm getting fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to gain anymore weight. Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell I have a little.&lt;br /&gt;So can the scales.&lt;br /&gt;And i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; lose what I have gained. &gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-6233903687451841397?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6233903687451841397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/gaining-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6233903687451841397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6233903687451841397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/gaining-weight.html' title='gaining weight'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwcieV0o9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SrRsB0wTHYs/s72-c/z202442293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5798011329197525194</id><published>2009-11-20T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:22:41.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Swaz8DSibsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W52EeLj5ouM/s1600/b190403470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Swaz8DSibsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W52EeLj5ouM/s320/b190403470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206246961442498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I'd like to go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5798011329197525194?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5798011329197525194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5798011329197525194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5798011329197525194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/Swaz8DSibsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W52EeLj5ouM/s72-c/b190403470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1223288842529339474</id><published>2009-11-17T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:14:31.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I find it hard to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;I stay awake at night waiting for something to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;Hoping that some kind of miracle will take place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;That I'll finally wake up from this nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;This living hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;Like I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;My heart aches, it throbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;The tears just don't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;But then I get a small shred of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;You know where it comes from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;My daydreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;I wish I could stay there forever&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality doesn't take place on a beach somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;It's not two sets of footprints in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;It's not &lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 48, 48);"&gt;my long hair&lt;/span&gt; gently blown by the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;It's not the smell of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 16, 112);"&gt;ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it the sound of crashing waves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 191, 128);"&gt;sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;Collecting seashells and putting them in my bucket&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the way this wonderful situation makes me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;No, that's not reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1223288842529339474?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1223288842529339474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-stay-awake-at-night-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1223288842529339474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1223288842529339474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-stay-awake-at-night-waiting-for.html' title='Sometimes I find it hard to breathe'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8389614027852062708</id><published>2009-11-16T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:36:38.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwIoL2KgwEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ySSvOVsogHY/s1600/z205510246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwIoL2KgwEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ySSvOVsogHY/s320/z205510246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404926686781292610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep just to make the time pass&lt;br /&gt;It always makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been entering a Hawaii Sweepstakes every day for the past 2 wks or so. Idk when it ends, but I'm gonna keep doing it til it does. Maybe I'll get lucky. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting outside at night. You have to look past the darkness in order to see the beauty. It's magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8389614027852062708?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8389614027852062708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8389614027852062708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8389614027852062708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/SwIoL2KgwEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ySSvOVsogHY/s72-c/z205510246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-632198432693528687</id><published>2009-10-29T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:44:08.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>So... I worked out today &amp; ran, i feel so great physically - I haven't in a long time. Hittin in again in the morning after class for treadmill &amp; upper body workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prob get my spanish test back tomorrow (if it's graded) and I hope I did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 0 plans for this weekend, as usual. I want to go somewhere, do something, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanted to do something for halloween, but I guess I'm not going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, then I'm going to go read before bed. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-632198432693528687?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/632198432693528687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/632198432693528687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/632198432693528687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-2156284193943079477</id><published>2009-10-12T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:07:47.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Clean, clean, clean some more... while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;I would love love LOVE to be at the beach (even if its cold)... it's just so perfect... the sand feels amazing and the water's beautiful... I want some sea shells, pictures, and a jar of sand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-2156284193943079477?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2156284193943079477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2156284193943079477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/2156284193943079477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8876518326161112990</id><published>2009-09-24T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:40:20.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I left that sun sinkin' west in California&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to say in LA a few more weeks&lt;br /&gt;But the next time that old sun and I meet up&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a thousand miles east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty dollars and a gas card in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;That I'm thinkin' might already be maxed out&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of those little crazy things&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't stop to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast&lt;br /&gt;When you know who you wanna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with you wanna start&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That state trooper let me off with just a warnin'&lt;br /&gt;And a promise that I'd try to slow her down&lt;br /&gt;Man that promise was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;By the time I'd gotten two miles out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast&lt;br /&gt;When you know who you wanna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with you wanna start&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how much a truck can handle&lt;br /&gt;But the closer that I get I keep pushin' it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast&lt;br /&gt;When you know who you wanna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with you wanna start&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to start the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you can&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you can&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8876518326161112990?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8876518326161112990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8876518326161112990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8876518326161112990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-6286700193595557897</id><published>2009-09-17T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:36:19.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Not much has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I really, really, REALLY hope my exams next week are good... it'd be an awesome way to start fall break - even though it is very very short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I broke the carpet shampooer, like the motor smells burnt or something. I never got to clean my room with it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-6286700193595557897?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6286700193595557897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6286700193595557897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/6286700193595557897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1208343121506549634</id><published>2009-08-13T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:50:36.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.not sure.</title><content type='html'>So many things go wrong... but today I feel like I'm not alone. I mean, my emotions might be bad but there is something, or should I say Someone, there that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a card for the public library in Hoover yesterday and got 'House'. I finished the whole book last night, and TBH finishing it at night-time wasn't the smartest thing, cause I was scared out of my mind LOL. Yeah yeah it's just a book, but still; I have issues with any kind of scary/horror thing if its dark and stuff. Anyway, it just reminded me what kind of hell I'd be living in without God (I don't mean that in a obscene way). I mean, seriously, I think about the trials and obstacles we all go through every single day, and when i think about the possibilty of going through it without Him, and what it would feel like... it's just mind-blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1208343121506549634?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1208343121506549634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1208343121506549634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1208343121506549634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-sure.html' title='.not sure.'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-433804154307958059</id><published>2009-08-09T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:31:35.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I got a new laptop! HP Pavillion something.. 13.3"... pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My campaign entries on Brickfish are slowly falling... and the winners (and round 2) for the Cetaphil campaign are chosen/start about aug 27!! If only I could be one of the winners ... :D&lt;br /&gt;A new computer is a pain in the behind when it comes to using FireFox (or IE), i lost all of my bookmarks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, REALLY wanna go do something. Just anything fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-433804154307958059?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/433804154307958059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/433804154307958059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/433804154307958059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-1351455566900967789</id><published>2009-07-30T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:59:35.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brickfish'/><title type='text'>I need more hours in a day!</title><content type='html'>I cannot seem to catch up on sleep... I go to class in the morning and I come home thinking how much I want a nap, then I realize I want/need to do something else like list on eBay, work on my freebie sites... ugh. I need more than 24 hours in a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm uploading eBay pics while checking out my campaigns on Brickfish (which need HELP btw), I'm running out of resources for votes... I've already posted on MySpace and Facebook and Xanga... but on Xanga I don't have many friends that use it and rarely have people view my page. On the other sites I dont think my friends actually vote, or I'd be ranked higher... :[ I need support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long to-do list and I'm trying to do everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-1351455566900967789?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1351455566900967789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-more-hours-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1351455566900967789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/1351455566900967789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-more-hours-in-day.html' title='I need more hours in a day!'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3747411541238270641</id><published>2009-07-11T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:09:38.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd be a runaway</title><content type='html'>And I'd be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. &lt;br /&gt;I hate my teacher because she is so RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to just sleep for the next month.&lt;br /&gt;Or go back a month. That'd be better.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on myspace for a week and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my life in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten today but I have a had shower, so that's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3747411541238270641?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3747411541238270641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-be-runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3747411541238270641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3747411541238270641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-be-runaway.html' title='I&apos;d be a runaway'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-9057368700726146495</id><published>2009-05-02T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:56:02.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fast, fast week</title><content type='html'>This past week has came and then disappeared! Had 2 games, not much else, but we have state next weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 18 days until graduation. I can't believe I will be a college student in the fall...&lt;br /&gt;27 til my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is kinda nice out but wet&amp;amp;rainy... good day for cleaning. :) And I'm gonna try to find an old shirt somewhere to customize... and my old jeans too. I should go to the Salv Army wed for some 1/2 price shirts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-9057368700726146495?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9057368700726146495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/fast-fast-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9057368700726146495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/9057368700726146495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/fast-fast-week.html' title='A fast, fast week'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-8096143725555693134</id><published>2009-04-20T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:53:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted on here in a while. I haven't really had the time... with practice/games, school, more practice &amp;amp;or games, and homework, my time has been stretched beyond the point it's meant to be. (did that make any sense?) I would be at school right now but I'm sitting at St Vincents waiting on my dad... and I brought my laptop. (hooray for computers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new is going on except for the fact I have work I should be doing such as writing my Last Will and Testament for the Spring Banquet and working on my Salutatorian speech. 4.02 baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-8096143725555693134?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8096143725555693134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8096143725555693134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/8096143725555693134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-3221766053622412883</id><published>2009-03-20T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:20:23.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So today has been the best day of my spring break so far!! It's soooooo great outside and i think I've got a tan!! LOL! The reason I came inside was for a popcicle ... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna look for an old shirt to cut later, my first project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-3221766053622412883?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3221766053622412883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3221766053622412883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/3221766053622412883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5066449146508562844</id><published>2009-03-19T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:48:33.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot&amp;Sunny</title><content type='html'>I really, really need a good day at the beach. I'm soooo stressed out... :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do things right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5066449146508562844?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5066449146508562844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5066449146508562844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5066449146508562844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot.html' title='Hot&amp;Sunny'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715994956609889251.post-5492912248951942105</id><published>2009-03-18T10:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:32:37.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>.Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've decided to make a blog... =) For random thoughts, things that happen, and everything in between. After coming across Kandee's blog, i've decided to make my own. I had to register to follow hers... so why not! BTW - she has one of the best blogs EVER! click the title above ^ to visit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Spring Break, a little bored, hungry, and in need of a shower! I've gone somewhere every day this week so I think it's time I tone it down and hang out here. Hello cleaning! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715994956609889251-5492912248951942105?l=inandout-oflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kandeethemakeupartist.blogspot.com' title='&lt;b&gt;.Inspiration.&lt;/b&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5492912248951942105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-ive-decided-to-make-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5492912248951942105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715994956609889251/posts/default/5492912248951942105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inandout-oflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-ive-decided-to-make-blog.html' title='&lt;b&gt;.Inspiration.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Kana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281636248312385182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WW0pEJ3NKA/TRRdWzNi_zI/AAAAAAAAARo/AsjoX2P3xzc/S220/DSC00163.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
