<?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-8441450716294396683</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:46:57.457-07:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='technology'/><category term='howls moving castle'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='books'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='new'/><category term='poster'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='agents'/><category term='room'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='where the wild things are'/><category term='worries'/><category term='high school'/><category term='eggnog'/><category term='playlists'/><category term='young adult'/><category term='sister'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='friends'/><category term='story'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='angst'/><category term='stress'/><category term='old'/><category term='le panier'/><category term='conspiracy'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='diane wynne jones'/><category term='robots'/><category term='damn americans'/><category term='dog'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='idiocy'/><category term='publishing'/><category term='nanowrimo'/><category term='boring'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='pike place'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='let the right one in'/><category term='childrens'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='tia dalma'/><category term='redecorating'/><category term='ponyo'/><category term='japan'/><category term='fun'/><category term='tea'/><category term='kohls'/><category term='project'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='procrastinating'/><title type='text'>Raison d'être</title><subtitle type='html'>That editor lady told me to make this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-1732200500918069045</id><published>2009-12-23T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:18:02.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHQj7F241I/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5mD8y2GcoA/s1600-h/zhenas-gypsy-tea-coconut-chai_1228421980_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHQj7F241I/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5mD8y2GcoA/s200/zhenas-gypsy-tea-coconut-chai_1228421980_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418341142279676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I hung out with a good friend of mine who I hadn't seen in a while. Separate colleges, busy schedules sort of thing. We did an early Christmas exchange; I gave her a coloring book of intricate Chinese designs (hope she likes it) and she gave me the best tasting stuff on the face of the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm turning into an even bigger tea drinker lately since I have no money to spare for Starbucks and it's just plain nice to smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is my absolute favorite kind of tea and Gypsy's stuff is pure bliss. Just by opening the can is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shwoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Fresh burst of spicy heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it's found at Safeway and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; enough, I live by everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a Safeway. I shall make do. I will travel to the ends of the Earth to get more of this stuff if I have to! I'm rambling now. What I guess I'm trying to say is, thank you so much, friend! You are the greatest person in the world and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-1732200500918069045?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/1732200500918069045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=1732200500918069045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/1732200500918069045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/1732200500918069045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/12/delicious.html' title='Delicious'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHQj7F241I/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5mD8y2GcoA/s72-c/zhenas-gypsy-tea-coconut-chai_1228421980_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-3620287837443259297</id><published>2009-12-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:52:55.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggnog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time goes by and I still have nothing interesting to post. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first quarter ended with less than a bang (more like a squeak). College is out for the winter and I'm sitting toasty at home slightly depressed, despite the holiday spirit. I need more eggnog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also need more music, but I'm broke so this is gonna be another reminder playlist post for me. With an actual playlist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D73194018%26t%3D1261201841&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=73194018&amp;amp;t=1261201841&amp;amp;wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" border="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" alt="Get a playlist!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pplaylist.com/standalone/73194018" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" alt="Standalone player" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pplaylist.com/download/73194018"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" alt="Get Ringtones" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other titles I couldn't find links to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm Looking Through You - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azur et Asmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lights Out - We Fell to Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-3620287837443259297?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/3620287837443259297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=3620287837443259297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3620287837443259297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3620287837443259297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-8931779837792820566</id><published>2009-10-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:04:45.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanowrimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's currently the last week of October and Halloween is well on its way (I'm so excited about my costume). Usually I hate skipping over this holiday, goddamn you early Christmas specials, but November is also an important month to think about and not just because of the grub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The National Novel Writing Month is coming. 50,000 words in thirty days and I'm gonna do it! Which will be very interesting since my last work was only 23,000 something words and that took me well over four months to do. At the same time though, I was attending school everyday and had a slightly larger social life and of course all the angst a teenager can carry. I do not miss high school at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have a plot all set in mind and I'm very excited about it. It's going to be a lot darker than my last one. No happy ending for dead children for you. I can't wait to really get started!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let's just hope I can get 'er dun in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-8931779837792820566?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/8931779837792820566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=8931779837792820566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/8931779837792820566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/8931779837792820566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-5903220899506513688</id><published>2009-10-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:44:34.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where the wild things are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Wild Thang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/4/f/S/wherethewildthingsarepic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 492px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/4/f/S/wherethewildthingsarepic4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I saw it! I saw it! And Jesus, I cried at it (just a little bit)! This is definitely going on my list of movies that invoke emotion in me. You should know, this is a very prestigious list. There are very few films that make it on there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Amelie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. What Dreams May Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It hit all the right tender spots. All the emotions I felt when I was little and still feel now, like Carol's desire to keep his friends together in one happy haven, his stress when things don't go as planned and he feels his friends are slipping away, and Alexander's feeling ignored and unimportant all the time. You don't know how bad I wanted to give that goat a hug. I found out there's an underlying reason for that too. Alexander's voice actor was Paul Dano, Dwanye from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. That one melt down scene in the car made me love that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But back to the Wild Things, Spike Jonze was the best man for the job. He turned a childhood favorite into a masterpiece and in some ways it almost felt like a more (I hate this word) mature version of the book. It's like the story (I hate these words too) grew up with us. It had so much depth with Max's emotions (Max Records for a first time nine year old actor did an amazing job) along with each of the Wild Things. I loved the way they conversed. It sounded exactly like how I used to talk on the play ground. "I have a shield that'll block all sadness," and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The moral of the story was more insinuated than just flat out said, something that most children's movies will do. It gave it a softer sort of feel, I think, and wasn't thrown in your face at all. You just came to realize it for yourself. And speaking of soft, the music! I've been listening to Karen O and the Kids - Hideaway all day. The soundtrack is a lullaby practically, with some rough edginess here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was maybe one or two scenes that were a little freaky (i.e. Carol gets reaaaallly mad), but nothing to really worry over. The movie is rated PG for a reason, but what I can't stand is people trying to discourage others from watching it. It's not this horribly terrifying thing that'll scare your kids to death. You're not taking them to Saw, for Chirst's sake, and it's not a Disney movie. Yes, there will be lots of roars and rambunctious behavior, but isn't that part of the fun of being a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, I don't want to focus on the controversy. It was a great movie and I would (and will) gladly see it again soon. By the way, the stomach never looked more cozier.&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/8441450716294396683-5903220899506513688?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/5903220899506513688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=5903220899506513688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/5903220899506513688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/5903220899506513688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/10/wild-thang.html' title='Wild Thang'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-2241126886374480641</id><published>2009-10-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:49:03.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pike place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le panier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Playlists and Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Wr8Nav20kCg/SWcEaq3hPWI/AAAAAAAAGx0/88pDYYoqGc0/s400/Le%20Panier%20case1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Wr8Nav20kCg/SWcEaq3hPWI/AAAAAAAAGx0/88pDYYoqGc0/s400/Le%20Panier%20case1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;In a fit of stress and angst after a particularly horrible few days, I went on a spontaneous adventure today. Wandering around the wet cold streets of downtown Seattle will clear anyone's mind, especially if you make a pit stop at the closest Starbucks and Le Panier in Pike Place. I highly recommend getting a la framboise, just cause raspberries are my favorite kind of pick me up. The windows were open today and there's nothing as comfy as getting stared at by a huge group of old tourists while you eat. It's cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hunt down the Soap Box, but ended up at the comic store in the basement instead. Bought myself a lovely Hendrix poster with the last of my money and now I have a new goal/obsession in mind. My walls have been bare for too long. I'm gonna decorate them with all sorts of junk. Besides, just that one poster up there looks lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been finding more and more music I want to buy that I can't find to download (illegally) anywhere. There's always torrents, but my computer's been kinda slow lately so I don't want to fuck it up anymore. Gotta make a list so I won't forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need a Man to Love - Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;Damned - Wendy o Williams and the Plasmatics&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Your Friends are Gone - Circa Survive&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in Montauk - Circa Survive&lt;br /&gt;The Knife - Grizzly Bear (don't give me shit about them being hipster crap. I like em)&lt;br /&gt;A Long Time Gone - Crosby, Stills, &amp;amp; Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-2241126886374480641?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/2241126886374480641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=2241126886374480641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2241126886374480641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2241126886374480641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/10/playlists-and-posters.html' title='Playlists and Posters'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Wr8Nav20kCg/SWcEaq3hPWI/AAAAAAAAGx0/88pDYYoqGc0/s72-c/Le%20Panier%20case1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-3989706979165563330</id><published>2009-10-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:34:54.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Can of Whoopass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ahhh! I wanna rip my stomach out! Just a few days ago I turned in a horribly stressful essay (different from the one mentioned before) online after fighting with it for over a week. I had a hell of a time trying to research for it and put it all together. After I think I've done an okay job and I THOUGHT I met the 1000 word requirement (which was the knife in my belly) I submit it only to learn, NO! It's not long enough! Read the fine print next time, ya fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got till Friday midnight to resubmit it with a 10% reduction. Fuck me in the ass. All that stress that had left me over the blissful weekend has come back in full force. I don't want to fight with it again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...But I also don't want to fail the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just need help on what more to add since I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I covered all the topics really thoroughly. *sigh* I'll get someone to read it tomorrow. I hope the rest of my essays aren't like this. I should've never taken this class online. It's threatening me with ulcers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[/just needed a rant]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-3989706979165563330?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/3989706979165563330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=3989706979165563330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3989706979165563330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3989706979165563330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-can-of-whoopass.html' title='First Can of Whoopass'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-7386518674515531967</id><published>2009-10-08T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:22:16.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tia dalma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Never Not Procrastinate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It gives you horrible anxiety if you don't. English class has been a bore for too long. Let me turn in what I thought was due a week ago, goddamnit. I'm gonna lose it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; has been trying to eat its way into my sadly poor pocket book lately. I want chokers and really badly. I've already run into two that I'm really considering buying as soon as I get some cash on my card. One pretty little hemp one and a key pendant from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do I need these items? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are more lucrative things I wish to spend my money on currently. Halloween is on it's way and I know exactly what I want to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHS9rAcomI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8tQazZvFH_U/s1600-h/TiaDalma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHS9rAcomI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8tQazZvFH_U/s320/TiaDalma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418343783661871714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hell yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only problem is it's hard to find a good corset-like top to match my ratty skirt. I'm not about to go buy a sixty dollar dress at a costume only to shred it up. I don't have that kind of money (if I did, I'd abuse it horribly). I also need shells... and lots of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-7386518674515531967?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/7386518674515531967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=7386518674515531967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/7386518674515531967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/7386518674515531967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-not-procrastinate.html' title='Never Not Procrastinate'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/SzHS9rAcomI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8tQazZvFH_U/s72-c/TiaDalma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-2319351602092818014</id><published>2009-09-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:54:14.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><title type='text'>They're Taking Over!</title><content type='html'>I started my first day of college today. Not as exciting as my pre-fall class, though. There were a hellva lot more people, all of which too shy or too cool to say hello. I was kinda put off because the school decided to change my math class at the very last second causing me to wander around campus like an idiot. There were a few other people in the same predicament as me. It's like, we are the very last to start school. This should've been settled sooner, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this really is that I came to school expecting a shitload of paper work assignments, especially in my new math course. But no! Nothing at all! Everything I do is online! My math homework, my quizzes, my exams, my readings, my essays, my classroom discussions. I'll never have to leave my laptop again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know if I like that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my high school was "technologically advanced" too. They gave us laptops, we had fancy projectors, online credit, teacher servers to turn some of our crap into, but nothing as sophisticated as my college's system. They tell me it's all in preparation for a swine flu outbreak in case the school has to close (I don't know about the rest of the country, but shortly after a few cases were found in Washington, certain schools were closing left and right). But this is all a guise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers really being brainwashed by robots! Swine flu was created by robots! Mexican robots in rebel of the boarder patrol! They're trying to hit us where it hurts. Making it so we'll never have to pick up a pencil again. We will lose all sense of humanity and grow to love only the machine. We will rely on only chat rooms to meet new people. We will only LOL, never really laugh. Our sex will turn into text from smutty novels, literally! Our babies will be nothing but avatars. If there's ever a power outage, the majority of the population will commit suicide. Our mouths will slowly evolve shut forever! We will morph into our chairs, couches, and beds until we become nothing but chairs, couches, and beds. And once they've won, turning us all into mindless zombies, the Mexican robots will invade our country and take all the jobs that we don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a conspiracy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I really gotta stop drinking soda before I go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-2319351602092818014?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/2319351602092818014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=2319351602092818014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2319351602092818014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2319351602092818014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/09/theyre-taking-over.html' title='They&apos;re Taking Over!'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-3138735628122138699</id><published>2009-09-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:05:20.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let the right one in'/><title type='text'>Let the Right One In</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaK-lx5XMWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaK-lx5XMWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I finished it! I finished it and I loved it too much! In this day and age where the only vampires you read about are permanently stuck in their angsty teenage years and doomed to fall in love with stupid, ditsy, hole-in-the-head girls, this book was a total relief. Yes, there's... love in the story, but it's almost pure in a sense. Not that shallow "omg, you're the most beautiful piece of undead flesh in the world and I'm dazzled by you" kind of shit. More like we're both in need of a friend in the world and you're it. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It also stayed really true to the popular, for lack of a better word, legend of the vampire. Oscar always had to invite Eli in before she could enter his room (for painful reasons explained later), they catch fire in the sun, feed on human blood, appear to be dead (slowed heartbeats and no need for breathing), and, this was new to me, they're not very well liked by cats. Suck on that, Mista Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The only thing is the English translation of the book is a bit... It's written in a way that makes sense and doesn't disrupt the story flow, but for those of you who're a little anal, you'll notice small shit like the tenses changing and fragmented sentences. But hey, don't let it get to you. The stories well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I once again saw the movie first before I read it. Took forever to get it on Netflix. My dad is a control freak when it comes to movies and he didn't exactly trust my choices after I asked for &lt;em&gt;Requiem for a Dream &lt;/em&gt;(good movie, rent it). It was totally worth the wait. The book clarifies more things and adds a lot more action (part of it's a little gross, lovely), but the movie did a great job staying close to the story. What disheartened me was that I heard there's going to be an American remake. I wish people would grow some balls and just watch the movie with some goddamn subtitles. I mean, we could do a good job with it, but there's really no need and I won't be first in line to see Jonas Jr. and Noah Cyrus as Oscar and Eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-3138735628122138699?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/3138735628122138699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=3138735628122138699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3138735628122138699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3138735628122138699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-right-one-in.html' title='Let the Right One In'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-6694660802882976942</id><published>2009-09-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:17:51.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howls moving castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diane wynne jones'/><title type='text'>Howl's Moving Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most people I know have seen the movie, they know what's what, but none of them have ever read the book. I bought my copy on a whim back in January along with &lt;em&gt;Let the Right One&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;In &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Coraline&lt;/em&gt; so I'd have something to read on my class trip to Japan. I tried to read it on the plane, but then I discovered Korean Air had very interesting movie and show choices all set up for me. So then I tried reading it while we rode the bullet trains for long distances, but I got distracted by my munches and my friends were chatty. My last resort, I tried reading it at our numerous hotels, but I'd get so tired by the end of the day that I'd pass out as soon as I hit the rock hard bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Many months later to this day, I finally got around to finishing it along with &lt;em&gt;Coraline&lt;/em&gt; (LTROI has about thirty more pages to go). I'll tell you right now the movie was completely it's own plot. Sophie had a lot more spunk and Howl was more of a lovable asshole than a mysterious know-it-all. I loved the book. She laces her story with so much sarcasm, I was grinning to myself the whole time. I gotta get the others! There's like two or three more left to read, but first I should probably stop neglecting my poor Swedish vamp-child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-6694660802882976942?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/6694660802882976942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=6694660802882976942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/6694660802882976942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/6694660802882976942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/09/howls-moving-castle.html' title='Howl&apos;s Moving Castle'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-6240898136307143252</id><published>2009-09-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:02:22.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponyo'/><title type='text'>My Time Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My baby sister just started high school today. It's so depressing. I remember when she was just a little thing with a little afro picking dandelions, eating dirt, sniffing dogs, and saying hi to everyone. Now she's all hip and too cool to talk to me, which may be partially my fault. I can't help it if going into her room and bugging her makes for a great past time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She'll most likely kill me if she reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus, I feel so old and alone now. The house is empty all day and I don't start my classes for another week. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Screw just sittin' around. I'm taking me and the guard dog to go see Ponyo and I don't care who gives a damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-6240898136307143252?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/6240898136307143252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=6240898136307143252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/6240898136307143252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/6240898136307143252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-time-fly.html' title='My Time Fly'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-7932113969924498757</id><published>2009-08-28T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:15:06.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have not made much progress on anything lately. I haven't even stayed in my house for more than a few hours. I miss my Dad's cooking greatly. Half the time I don't even know where I'm going for most of the night. This night I go to this friend's house, the next day there's a party, then the next I have to babysit, and the very last is a sleepover somewhere. All done with very very little sleep under my belt, and that's not all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's nice that I'm being more social and all, but I've completely lost track of time. I woke up today in a strange home thinking it was the morning of the twenty-sixth. Damn near shat myself when I found out it was halfway through the twenty-eighth. I start school in a week and a half. My sister's even worse off. She starts in the next five days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm not ready at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gotta look for another job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gotta buy more textbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gotta work on my project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gotta go on more play dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really gotta get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-7932113969924498757?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/7932113969924498757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=7932113969924498757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/7932113969924498757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/7932113969924498757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleepy-sleepy.html' title='Sleepy Sleepy'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-3197867182066655359</id><published>2009-08-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:14:04.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redecorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kohls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Bed Shopping Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just spent the whole day running around Kohl's, Targets, and Bed Bath and Beyonds looking for a new goddamn bedspread. No luck whatsoever. Not everyone has only a King or Queen sized bed, designers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In preparation for school we're trying to redecorate my room so it looks less like a ten year old's pad, which is proving to be more difficult than it should be. The walls are eventually going to be repainted light green instead of pink, the bed's getting new sheets (if I can finally find something in a twin size) and moved closer by my window, my desk is getting thrown out and replaced with something more sturdy, I'm making a sit n'chill place in the corner where my books and new egg chair will hopefully go (gotta raise $1500 more *sigh*), and the TV and Playstation stay! Fun, fun. It'll look a lot better when it's done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aside from that I've got my characters and the first couple of chapters outlined for my newest project. It's my last escapism world story for a while. It's got missing mothers, a bus, dream catchers, desperate children, and that's all I'm gonna say about it for now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-3197867182066655359?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/3197867182066655359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=3197867182066655359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3197867182066655359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/3197867182066655359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/08/bed-shopping-sucks.html' title='Bed Shopping Sucks'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-2519205147366357042</id><published>2009-08-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:34:39.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publishing'/><title type='text'>Agent Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, so after reading articles and articles warning me about publishing scams and running into so many well-known companies that don't take unsolicited manuscripts, I think I'm going to change my focuses on getting an agent. Yay, I get to experience the joy of query letters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I still plan to submit AWTR to a few small presses and see how that goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is gonna get interesting when school starts up again. I'm not taking a lot of courses this quarter (just two actual classes and another online). The main problem is getting a job in the mean time and then balancing out school, work, and writing. That is if I get the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've recently sent in a whole bunch of apps to places that are hiring (oh boy, Claire's) and am now in that hopeful waiting stage. So far all I'm getting is sale's calls. Poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-2519205147366357042?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/2519205147366357042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=2519205147366357042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2519205147366357042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/2519205147366357042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/08/agent-wanted.html' title='Agent Wanted'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441450716294396683.post-8615543626767266865</id><published>2009-08-18T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:50:17.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childrens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Feet off the Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've finally come to a decision to do something with AWTR (A Walk Through Reverie). It's the first story I've completed "professionally" and how do I treat it? I leave it on my desk collecting dust, the poor thing. It's the story about a young girl who wakes aboard a flying whale headed for a surreal world. She has no memories and has to rely on the very few people she meets (the residents of this place have been disappearing without a trace recently) and slips of notebook paper with cryptic messages written on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm happy with the way it came out and so are most of the people who read it, so maybe I have a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was researching the how to's of formatting manuscripts and a couple of publishers till three in the morning. That had to be the most productive night I've had since school ended (I spent many a night making up for my procrastination during those days). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I also spent some time with my newest story idea, working out the big kinks and all that jazz. I think it's almost ready to begin really workin' on it. I'll post little sneak peaks as I go along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441450716294396683-8615543626767266865?l=just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/feeds/8615543626767266865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441450716294396683&amp;postID=8615543626767266865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/8615543626767266865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441450716294396683/posts/default/8615543626767266865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-breathe-believe.blogspot.com/2009/08/feet-off-ground.html' title='Feet off the Ground'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119406059214458670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3gKSgoKyh0/Sosw8D4VfvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRA2LG4ckOg/S220/polaroid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
