<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222001900069475819</id><updated>2009-05-16T00:28:26.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippy Floppies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222001900069475819/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593035716663885266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222001900069475819.post-6653901114887497959</id><published>2009-05-16T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:28:26.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Those Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have loved books for as long as I can remember.&amp;#160; My favorite time of the year was when the book fair would come visit my school, and I got to pick out a couple of new books.&amp;#160; Books have always been an escape for me, a way to leave my troubles or boredom behind and become a part of a different world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are certain books that make me cry every time I read them.&amp;#160; This shouldn’t be happening, right?&amp;#160; I’ve read them before, I know what is going to happen.&amp;#160; But &lt;em&gt;The Woman in the Wall&lt;/em&gt; has made me cry since I picked it up for the first time in 5th grade.&amp;#160; And &lt;em&gt;Summer Sisters&lt;/em&gt; by Judy Blume?&amp;#160; I don’t just cry during that one, I sob.&amp;#160; It gets to the point where I can’t breathe because my nose is too stuffed, tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’m shaking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why does this always happen?&amp;#160; Both books are about change, major changes.&amp;#160; They take me back to changes in my life.&amp;#160; They make me think of the best times in my life that will never happen again.&amp;#160; I’m taken to my childhood and the freedom from all adult responsibilities.&amp;#160; I’m taken to high school, recalling my first love, who has moved far far away and I haven’t seen since freshman year of college.&amp;#160; I remember my best friends, who said that we would be friends forever.&amp;#160; But how often does that really happen?&amp;#160; I remember the house I grew up in, the one we left when I was 11 years old.&amp;#160; After crying over the past, I begin crying over the future.&amp;#160; I’m almost done with college and have no idea what comes next.&amp;#160; What if I don’t find a job?&amp;#160; Will I ever make enough money to move away from my parents?&amp;#160; When will I get married?&amp;#160; The list goes on and on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You would think I’d figure it out.&amp;#160; These books make me cry, I probably shouldn’t read them.&amp;#160; But I can’t seem to stop reading them, I can’t bring myself to get rid of them.&lt;/p&gt; 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  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Minya Nouvelle" color="#ff8080"&gt;“Everybody look at me cause I'm sailin on a boat.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m pretty sure that the best idea ever was when someone said “Let’s put full episodes of TV shows on the internet!”&amp;#160; I’m not quite sure how I ever got any work done before I discovered this miracle.&amp;#160; Then again, I’m not getting any work done now, but at least I’m sitting in front of my computer with Microsoft Word open.&amp;#160; That’s one step closer to getting my paper done than before life without internet TV.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never knew there were so many shows out there that I have never heard of that are no longer on TV.&amp;#160; It is actually quite sad.&amp;#160; I wrote a 25 page paper in 12 hours.&amp;#160; Had I not been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I would have been done that paper in 6 hours.&amp;#160; But on the bright side, I’ve seen seasons 1-3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of Buffy, that show is so unreal.&amp;#160; I’m not talking about the vampires, because that’s just a given.&amp;#160; But Buffy flips around, beating up different ‘monsters’ in heels and minidresses and her hair is perfect?&amp;#160; Seriously, the girl doesn’t break a sweat or a nail.&amp;#160; Buffy was my ex-boyfriend's favorite show.. no wonder he and I didn’t last.&amp;#160; I can break a nail getting out of bed in the morning and heels are too complicated to throw on as I’m running out the door on the way to class in the mornings.&amp;#160; Plus they don’t really go with the sweatpants that I wear most days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Minya Nouvelle" color="#ff8080"&gt;“I got my swim trunks and my flippie-floppies.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8222001900069475819-6668044711575108245?l=aboat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboat.blogspot.com/feeds/6668044711575108245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aboat.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222001900069475819/posts/default/6668044711575108245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222001900069475819/posts/default/6668044711575108245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboat.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-boat.html' title='I’m on a Boat'/><author><name>Shawtay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593035716663885266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01869751570272106848'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>