<?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-10815430</id><updated>2011-12-02T20:54:20.910-06:00</updated><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Sexuality'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Little Blue Book</title><subtitle type='html'>So this little blog started out about 3 years ago, as the hot new thing that all my friends were doing, and now, after however many posts and comments, its just down to two of us, and im not really sure why i keep comming back but i hope you will...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5317300821392739251</id><published>2011-06-30T17:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:58:06.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was asked for a post</title><content type='html'>but up untill today, I haven't felt the need to post anything here, probably because the people in my life hadnt made me feel like a piece of shit. up untill now.&lt;br /&gt;I recieved an email today from a former housemate who basically decided it would be ok to talk to me like I was a piece of shit, and decide that thats how they wanted me to feel. whats worse is that even though the tone of the message is obviously one of anger, he (for it was a he) decide to begin and end his conversation with "with all do respect".&lt;br /&gt;this is my "Im not going to be polite to you" response, that I would like to say but probably wont. Please note, when in doubt, apply sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi ___________&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to write me today. I hope you enjoy the fact that you made me feel like a piece of shit and a horrible human being. My co-workers especially enjoyed watching me partially break down while reading your message. I was also fortunate enough to have numerous patrons to deal with during and after. that was so much fun. Im not sure if you've ever been put in a position to feel this way, but it felt kinda like going on a tilt-a-whirl, when your sick with the flu. super fun right? Anyway, this message is to let you know that I never ever want to speak to you ever again. I hope you have a fun time working your ass off at nursing school. although i think our previous profession would be better because then you wouldnt have to learn how to interact with people. because to be honest, you suck at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5317300821392739251?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5317300821392739251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5317300821392739251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5317300821392739251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5317300821392739251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-asked-for-post.html' title='I was asked for a post'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6878231583690334489</id><published>2009-12-14T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:33:23.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting at the computer and I'm furious inside. There are so many things that I am furious about. so I guess I'm just going to rant... please bear(? bare?, i have no idea) with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, who I think is about to make a huge mistake, she wants to get involved with a 19 year old college student, who has a 6month old child. Shes going to be moving to a tiny town in north central Iowa, that's homophobic, and unfriendly to her gay ass. shes moving there and she has no problems leaving her friends, her friends, and almost everyone that she cares about. Personally, I think whats worse is that shes doing what all of my friends have done, they've left or theyve cut me off and it hurts. I'm like two inches from not talking to her ever again. I really really hate this but i know that if i back down I'm going to loose all respect that i have for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the second thing that I'm having a problem with right now is that i just got told that i was wrong about something when it comes to politics. admittedly, not a political science major, so i know that i don't know everything, but still, i would like to think that im fairly  adept and knowledgeable.  I got told that tax cuts for the rich, were a good thing. that they help stimulate the economy. and basically i got told that i should take classes and learn about it. first of all, I'm an informal student of politics, so I'm fairly confident that i know what im taking about. I'm also fairly adept at the general trends of politics. and while its true that i have not studied that particular time period in American history/politics I'm fairly sure that the vast majority of Americans (aka those who are not in the 1% richest population) were negatively affected by Regan's administration. I mean there is a reason why hes the poster-boy for the republican party!!! I hate this, oh my god i hate this. please don't treat me like I know nothing. please remember that i am an intelligent human being, if you believe something, come to the table with the sources and where you got it from. NOT JUST I KNOW THIS. that is the one way you can really really piss me off. im going to admit that im wrong, first thing, I know this, but don't just blow me off.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANGRY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6878231583690334489?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6878231583690334489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6878231583690334489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6878231583690334489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6878231583690334489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/12/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1010501681281654379</id><published>2009-12-08T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:17:01.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, Alright, I hear you</title><content type='html'>Alright alright, so i know i havent posted in a long time, but it reallys not a big deal because when i dont post that basically just means that i dont have anything i need to say. i should also stress that its not that i dont have anything to say, its more that i dont have anything to talk about, or anything that ive been stressing hard core about. Im basically just keeping my head down staying away from all the drama, not getting into trouble and just chillin. recently ive been trying to focus on school but once school ends, im sure that ill have more to talk about. even if it is just to rant about how stupid eveyone is.&lt;br /&gt;Ok got to go now&lt;br /&gt;AJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1010501681281654379?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1010501681281654379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1010501681281654379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1010501681281654379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1010501681281654379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-alright-i-hear-you.html' title='Alright, Alright, I hear you'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7477794956526461152</id><published>2009-09-28T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:13:22.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>I need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them , I hate them all, why the fuck cant they leave me alone and not try and fuck with my life. I hate not being able to talk about the things that I want, I hate when  people don't listen to me and they continue to hinder me when I'm only trying to do something good. I hate it when people think that they should be the center of the world and are not considerate of other people, especially when their inconsiderate behavior leaves me hanging out to dry. It really really bothers me. Sometimes I swear that people are doing things just to fuck with my life...And now it turns out I can't even go to the grocery store without considering the ramifications of what's going to happen. basically I have to change my whole routine just to so that no drama is started. I really hate that. GODDESS SAVE ME! I really need to get out of this town/state&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7477794956526461152?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7477794956526461152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7477794956526461152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7477794956526461152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7477794956526461152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/09/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6373719974134017131</id><published>2009-09-04T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:55:03.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Hello Old Friends</title><content type='html'>Hello Old Friends, I must say that it has been a long time since I actually visited you. I missed you all and Im hoping that you all missed me too. It may seem odd, but perhaps the most exciting news I have is of new shoes. LOL. So I also started classes again, which is pretty awesome. I really like all of my classes...ok so not true, all except for one...But Im sure I can deal with that. I must go now, but I promise I will be back again soon with some brilliant piece of enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6373719974134017131?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6373719974134017131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6373719974134017131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6373719974134017131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6373719974134017131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-old-friends.html' title='Hello Old Friends'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7713514598438692868</id><published>2009-08-09T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:26:27.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shes a narcissistic egomaniac and I Hate Her. An odd feeling, Its different than the urge for revenge, which is hot. This hate burns cold. So cold it freezes a part of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7713514598438692868?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7713514598438692868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7713514598438692868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7713514598438692868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7713514598438692868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-narcissistic-egomaniac-and-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-272607832883704622</id><published>2009-07-14T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:04:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/Sl0c4pkUDXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6eRO62XV4dg/s1600-h/3-25-06+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/Sl0c4pkUDXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6eRO62XV4dg/s320/3-25-06+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470891197173106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10815430-272607832883704622?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/272607832883704622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=272607832883704622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/272607832883704622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/272607832883704622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-loving-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/Sl0c4pkUDXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6eRO62XV4dg/s72-c/3-25-06+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-492362476461070148</id><published>2009-06-16T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:02:46.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>What else can I do?</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated right now, that this is the only thing I can think of that could possibly make me feel better about my life. I have come to the conclusion that people basically suck. They say that they will be there for you, and that you can rely on them or they make you think that your important and whatever kind of relationship you have, be it that of friend or lover, is special as well. Then they throw you the curve ball that makes you wonder how the hell you ever invited that person into your life.  All this only leads to the ever wandering question of "What If...?" which is impossible to answer and can only lead to more frustration.  Its not even worth it anymore to figure out what really is going on but when people lead you to believe that you matter,&lt;br /&gt;How can you let go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-492362476461070148?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/492362476461070148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=492362476461070148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/492362476461070148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/492362476461070148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-else-can-i-do.html' title='What else can I do?'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4600756998423257046</id><published>2009-06-04T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:03:06.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is taking all that i have not to lash out wit words right now. I just want to scream so you know how angry I am. You can go Fuck yourself for all I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4600756998423257046?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4600756998423257046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4600756998423257046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4600756998423257046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4600756998423257046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-taking-all-that-i-have-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-10385401665464340</id><published>2009-05-17T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:03:06.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m beginning to realize how easy it is to separate myself from my emotions. Its connecting that&amp;#39;s the hard part. I wish I knew why I&amp;#39;m this way. Strange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-10385401665464340?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/10385401665464340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=10385401665464340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/10385401665464340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/10385401665464340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-beginning-to-realize-how-easy-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2636367172145880225</id><published>2009-05-15T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:03:06.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goddess i should not be frustrated when its the last day of class. I should be happy and excited for the summer. Why do things not work the way I want them to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2636367172145880225?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2636367172145880225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2636367172145880225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2636367172145880225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2636367172145880225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/05/goddess-i-should-not-be-frustrated-when.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-906441533588293018</id><published>2009-04-29T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:16:09.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>She's YOUR Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Shes your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt meant we have to be friends&lt;br /&gt;We dont have to share stories or chat over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to know what her hobbies&lt;br /&gt;or what her favorite color is.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to know what candy she likes&lt;br /&gt;or if she dances like a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;we dont need to be friends&lt;br /&gt;But I have to know that shes a good person&lt;br /&gt;someone kind enough to know how you take your coffee&lt;br /&gt;someone who knows your habits as well as i do&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that she looks at you and there are warm fuzzies&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that she makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Shes your girlfriend, but your my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-906441533588293018?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/906441533588293018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=906441533588293018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/906441533588293018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/906441533588293018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-your-girlfriend.html' title='She&apos;s YOUR Girlfriend'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6205569866474126749</id><published>2009-04-17T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:18:07.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am proud to be a lesbian woman. I am not afraid to be who I am. Today is the day of silence. What will you do to end it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6205569866474126749?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6205569866474126749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6205569866474126749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6205569866474126749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6205569866474126749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-proud-to-be-lesbian-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8728726276392280382</id><published>2009-04-16T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:23:08.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now officially mobile! Isn&amp;#39;t the internet a wonderful thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8728726276392280382?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8728726276392280382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8728726276392280382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8728726276392280382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8728726276392280382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-now-officially-mobile-isn-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6832866774011488248</id><published>2009-04-09T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:56:46.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's My Question of the Day&lt;br /&gt;How do you stop something thats become a part of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6832866774011488248?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6832866774011488248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6832866774011488248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6832866774011488248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6832866774011488248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-called-me-condesending-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5956553502392930476</id><published>2009-04-06T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:13:24.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I've recently turned a year older this month, and Ive been thinking about making some changes. The best way Ive come up with is to set some resolutions for myself. I realize that its a little unconventional, but really if you think about it, why would someone start to change something in the middle of winter? call me crazy but that just seems a bit off. I mean, dont we do spring cleaning in the spring? what are resolutions but our own personal spring cleaning sessions in areas of our lives that dont apply to our closets, attics, or basements? Instead of making these resolutions in the depths of winter when we cant feel motivated to stay with them, I propose that we start the spring, a season traditionally associated with growth and new beginnings, with promises of betterment for ourselves. Luckily my birthday falls startiling close to the beginning of this season and thus it makes an easier date to remember. Ok, so dear readers, now that Ive explained why I've decided to do this, lets get down to the business of actually describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more healthy - and obvious one, but you cant deny the classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more Studious - unfortunatly, this is really more of a must than a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save more - saving money, kinda self explaitory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be more aware.  -  being more aware of myself, but also being more aware of the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, but I'm open for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace (-&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5956553502392930476?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5956553502392930476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5956553502392930476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5956553502392930476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5956553502392930476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2642670805550082093</id><published>2009-04-05T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:56:18.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know you've all missed me, and Ive missed you too!!! Ive got some new things going on in my life, which I know that you all are just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;  to know about (please excuse the sarcasm, its been a long day) and I will be posting more often now.  In case you havent noticed, Ive posted a few things, nothing special, some wimsy, some ranty, some emotional. Please, read and enjoy, and I will soon have some new goodies for you!!! Love ya'll lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2642670805550082093?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2642670805550082093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2642670805550082093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2642670805550082093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2642670805550082093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='IM BACK'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-405100261197144191</id><published>2009-04-05T23:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:22:37.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Suffering in Silence</title><content type='html'>I hate this. I really do. Its like there is this thing in my head that makes my heart ache. I cant stand feeling this way, its affecting my friends, my family, the way I treat people. Ive changed my habits, the places I feel comfortable.  About a year ago I couldn't stand being in my own house, and I promised myself that I would never feel that way again, but its happening again. I have no one to blame, no one to talk to. I cant say anything about it with out them feeling like they are to blame.  I have a problem, which no one wants to know about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-405100261197144191?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/405100261197144191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=405100261197144191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/405100261197144191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/405100261197144191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/04/suffering-in-silence.html' title='Suffering in Silence'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-583778474621273137</id><published>2009-03-30T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:49:25.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's been lots of talk about porn lately, at least, I've been thinking about it alot. Maybe I should start by explaining that I consider myself a Feminist, an Activist and a Lesbian.  It means something that I can and will proudly say that I own Porn.  Let me qualify that.  I buy Porn, that is directed by a lesbian woman, produced by women, and sold in women friendly stores and companies.  I own porn that is intended to be seen by lesbians, and stars lesbians.  I believe that its not fair to say that Porn is degrading, because it becomes hard to say something is degrading when the people who are performing feel empowered.  I believe that its also not fair to say, porn is exploitative, because its not, and the number of women who have been interviewed have said that they are not exploitative, and in fact view what they do as powerful and enjoyable.  There has been a long debate about whether porn is exploitative, and I cant say that none of it is, because, like it or not, there have been people who are exploited. But I choose to support women, who are using their sex and sexuality to both empower themselves and explore their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to judge another woman's experience? Who are we to say, No you cant use this as a source of empowerment? Women, Lesbians, and Feminists need to examine this issue more deeply among oursleves and in our own personal lives before affecting change that will alter the lives of millions of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that a lot of this has come from a documentary series called Lesbian Sex and Sexuality. Also, there have been some interesting websites. The blog written by Paper cuts and Plastic. (see right) and Ask Ducky (again see right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-583778474621273137?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/583778474621273137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=583778474621273137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/583778474621273137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/583778474621273137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/03/porn.html' title='Porn'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-783652925699683694</id><published>2009-02-23T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:16:19.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stole this From Strawberry Swirl at Face First Into the Dashboard (see right) and thought I would give it a try. . . I was bored, so sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Slept under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;(not completly, and it wasnt very high, but I think it still counts)&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris.&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child.&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France.&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;21. Had a pillow fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not sick.&lt;/span&gt; (Seriously, who hasn't?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;24. Built a snow fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;26. Gone skinny dipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run.&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person.&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;35. Seen an Amish community.&lt;/span&gt;( I live in Iowa, Enough said)&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;37. Had enough money to truly be satisfied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(yes, but it was short lived, isn't it always?)&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the leaning tower of Pisa in person.&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David.&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa.&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. Had your portrait painted.&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing.&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;53. Played in the mud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater.&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;57. Started a business.&lt;/span&gt; (does dog sitting count???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia.&lt;br /&gt;60. Served in a soup kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout cookies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma.&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving. (Totally would/want to!)&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;67. Bounced a check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten caviar.&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;73. Stood in Times Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades.&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job.&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the changing of the guards in London.&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book.&lt;br /&gt;81. Been to the Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car.&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. Read the entire Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;86. Visited the White House.&lt;/span&gt; (stood outside its gates)&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;88. Had Chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someones life.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury.&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;92. Joined a book club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a lawsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(who doesnt???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (I've done this a lot- I get engulfed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=25886793&amp;amp;postID=603356284254991666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=25886793&amp;amp;postID=603356284254991666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-783652925699683694?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/783652925699683694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=783652925699683694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/783652925699683694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/783652925699683694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/02/stole-this-from-strawberry-swirl-at.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-601404583524100124</id><published>2009-02-23T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:21:09.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>S</title><content type='html'>Fuck This&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; keep you entertained?&lt;br /&gt;Is that All I'm worth?&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm wondering what the fuck is going on&lt;br /&gt;Say the most hurtful things, and then walk away like its nothing&lt;br /&gt;Do It.&lt;br /&gt;You know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-601404583524100124?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/601404583524100124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=601404583524100124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/601404583524100124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/601404583524100124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/02/s.html' title='S'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1147135165918156147</id><published>2009-01-12T19:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:14:21.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Ive been thinking about dreams lately, what they mean, what they do, what they say... I wish I could tell you that I had an answer to these questions but I dont because you see, I dont dream, or at least I almost never remember the dreams I have. People say that your dreams are a reflection of your soul. Is it true? Do our dreams reflect more than the mixed up moments of the day?&lt;br /&gt;I am envious of dreamers, because by night they live in another world, where I have to make do with this reality. I guess that means that I take better advantatge of the moments in my waking life but it also means that I have no escape from anything other than waking life...&lt;br /&gt;who is more lucky? the one who lives with dreams or the one who lives with life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1147135165918156147?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1147135165918156147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1147135165918156147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1147135165918156147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1147135165918156147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1729670779924998437</id><published>2009-01-07T12:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:36:25.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>for the first time in a long time today i had tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not from anger but from sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because someone said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that I couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraid of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I dont know what I would do if I lost you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1729670779924998437?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1729670779924998437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1729670779924998437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1729670779924998437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1729670779924998437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-3247160426663578490</id><published>2008-12-07T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Long Time Comming</title><content type='html'>Im not single anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I've been able to say that.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels strange, but in a good way...&lt;br /&gt;Im so unfamiliar with the feeling loved by someone that sometimes it really has me thrown for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I cant believe that this is happening to me, its like all the moments before were real but that was just so...unexpected that its almost impossible&lt;br /&gt;Im happy though, really and truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;and I dont have any regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-3247160426663578490?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/3247160426663578490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=3247160426663578490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3247160426663578490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3247160426663578490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-comming.html' title='Long Time Comming'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1556065324090320066</id><published>2008-12-03T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:04:23.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking about secrets lately, what they are, what they do, and when I use them.  I like keeping secrets; in fact, it’s what I'm known for, keeping secrets, or if not keeping my own secrets, keeping the secrets of other people. A secret is locked up in trust and the truth. Because that’s really what a secret is a tiny piece of truth that doesn’t want to be shared.  I respect people who keep secrets, and I understand people who need to tell them. Yeah it’s good to write things down sometimes but sometimes it’s almost necessary to tell someone else.  Secrets can be heavy; they can keep you from living.  They can rip through you like knives, and prick like tiny needles.  Everyone knows or has a secret.  Some have more than others do.  I have secrets from other people all the time. Others give me secrets, and entrust me to keep them safe, but I rarely have secrets myself.  I keep, and can keep secrets from almost everyone except for a select few.  But guessing that I have a secret requires that someone knows me well, and even more importantly, cares.  Secrets are an act of love, or more specifically, keeping secrets is an act of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1556065324090320066?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1556065324090320066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1556065324090320066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1556065324090320066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1556065324090320066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6907775050277391286</id><published>2008-11-26T13:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:29:21.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bear with me</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Im changing, and I feel like this blog should reflect that, so you might see some different things going on, because Im not sure exactly what Im looking for, and Im not sure what I will finally decide, so there may be some changes, some may last, others may not, but please, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. if you like something, just let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6907775050277391286?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6907775050277391286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6907775050277391286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6907775050277391286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6907775050277391286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear with me'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4233215022200647412</id><published>2008-11-26T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:38:01.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Personalities</title><content type='html'>We all have those people in our lives who have multiple personalities.  The people who, when around one person are completly different than they are when they are with someone else.  normally this behavior doesn't bother me, because I know that when they are around me, they are almost always gonna be the same.  but its times when I see evidenence of the multiple that I dont like.  Its like I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, a queasy feeling that takes time to go away.  I guess thats why I am more careful, with who, what I do, and when I hang out with people, because one thing like that, can just ruin my entire evening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4233215022200647412?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4233215022200647412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4233215022200647412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4233215022200647412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4233215022200647412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/multiple-personalities.html' title='Multiple Personalities'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2513759893163983246</id><published>2008-11-22T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I've noticed something lately.&lt;br /&gt;I cant have an intellectual conversation with the majority of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;By intellectual conversation I mean that I can talk about politics, or academics, or anything with them.  My friends are really great people, but most of them that I am around are a) younger than me and b) not interested in talking about things that affect the wider world.  When I am around them I want to just have fun...most of the time.  But ever once and a while it would be nice to have a conversation that revolved around more than what movies we are watching or who is sleeping with who.  Its so frustrating, because though I love my friends, I realize that outside of a certain area, we have nothing in common...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2513759893163983246?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2513759893163983246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2513759893163983246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2513759893163983246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2513759893163983246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1959279628606823886</id><published>2008-11-22T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was reflecting recently, and I noticed that I have been single now, for going on 4 years. I've built a life for myself. I have friends, who I love and who love me, I have a job, and school and things that I really enjoy, but sometimes, especially when I'm around my friends who are not single, I get discontented, I notice the absence in my life.  I know that I am going to wake up some tomorrow and be ok, my life will not end but I have trouble sometimes imagining my life any differently.  I love my life, but I think that I could love my life more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1959279628606823886?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1959279628606823886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1959279628606823886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1959279628606823886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1959279628606823886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4163812281519908940</id><published>2008-11-12T10:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate being the responsible one.  With responsibility comes an expectation, about your behavior, what you say and how you act.  I’ve been the responsible on since high school.  I was always more academic, always followed the rules, and always listened to the opinions of others. But sometimes, like now, I just want to be juvenile, to act immature, and irresponsible.  I want to scream and whine and throw a tantrum and say fuck you, to whoever I want and mean it.  I want to pout and whine until I get my way.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t, because people expect me to say and do certain things, and behave appropriately and be responsible.  I don’t because I like the respect that others give me because I am the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t because by doing the right thing, by taking the high road and not giving into temptation I respect myself more. And that is something that I will never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4163812281519908940?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4163812281519908940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4163812281519908940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4163812281519908940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4163812281519908940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1488015527780602689</id><published>2008-11-12T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Pride and Shame</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a very long time I can honestly say that I am proud of my country.  I would like to think that you can figure out why but just in case you've been hiding under a rock for the past week or so, I'll tell you why.  On November 4th 2008 this country voted Barack Obama in to the white house, as the first African American president ever.  Not only did we elect him with a vast majority of electoral votes, but we also gave him 52% of the popular vote.  And I am very proud to say that I helped contribute, in a very small way, to his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, I believe that it is important that everyone makes their voices heard, no matter who you vote for.  It is part of every Americans civic duty to vote and frankly if you don’t vote, don’t complain about the way things are. The only way to really create change is to work within the system, not from the sidelines, but back to what I was saying before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have recently come across some very disturbing things.  Mostly on Facebook, things about how the election day of president-elect Obama was the day that freedom and liberty died and various other things promoting the presidency of Biden in 2009.  In response to these people I would just like to say first of all, BOO FUCKIN HOO! Your candidate lost, get over yourself, because you protesting about it isn’t going to change the fact that on January 20th Obama will take the oath of office. And even if you were to try that’s A.) A felony, B.) Unpatriotic, and C.) Totally not appropriate.  Now it is true that in 2000 with the election of President Bush, some nasty things were said, that election was very hotly contested, and very different than the one that we just say a week ago.  you should take some advice from your own candidate senator john McCain and support the president elect, if you want to make your voice heard, do in a more appropriate way, or better yet, get involved in local politics. &lt;br /&gt;The only way you’re going to change anything is by getting involved, not by whining about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1488015527780602689?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1488015527780602689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1488015527780602689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1488015527780602689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1488015527780602689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/11/pride-and-shame.html' title='Pride and Shame'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-599400841251005857</id><published>2008-10-30T07:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:29:21.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Early morning hyperness and Blog Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MOOORNING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you all miss early morning hyper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt;? Really? That makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buuuuuut&lt;/span&gt; I'm NOT going to let it get me down.&lt;br /&gt;So you all may have noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; added a few links, on the side of my blog, and I'm demanding that you all take a look at them. Because I think that they are AMAZING, and I even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; you to go back to them in the future. I must admit, some of them are sexual in nature. if you know anything about me, then you should know that this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; typical. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; if you fail to take a look and I ask you about it in the future, you will regret not doing it now because I will most likely hurt you. Sooooooooooooooo. Sending much love to all my peeps. and I have to go to class now.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-599400841251005857?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/599400841251005857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=599400841251005857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/599400841251005857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/599400841251005857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-morning-hyperness-and-blog-links.html' title='Early morning hyperness and Blog Links'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-9187936118056017572</id><published>2008-10-13T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:29:21.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>These past few blogs have been really crappy, and I give my apologies to the few, (one, two, im not really sure) people who read this. I promise that there will be some better posts comming soon.  I have sort of a confession to make actually.  I have one guilty pleasure, that I don't really talk about to anyone, but its small and I dont indulge myself that often.  Ive been asked to give it up in a way, and its scary. I dont like it when things change and thats what I've been asked to do, make things change.  Its been freaking me out, and buzzing around my brain, so much that I've had to write about it.  maybe this is just me being stuborn, I cant be for sure.  Maybe everything will turn out for the better but I have some deep rooted suspicions that it wont.  It turning out for the better would be to bizzare to comprehend right now...and I'm not sure that I ever will be able to wrap my head around this new idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-9187936118056017572?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/9187936118056017572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=9187936118056017572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/9187936118056017572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/9187936118056017572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-3346857808798804174</id><published>2008-10-10T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I got what I asked for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-3346857808798804174?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/3346857808798804174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=3346857808798804174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3346857808798804174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3346857808798804174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-i-got-what-i-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5487667214758667790</id><published>2008-10-09T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I believe that Anger is the most powerful emotion.  I know that everyone thinks the most powerful emotion is Love, but I dont think so.  Love keeps us still, the moments in which we experience love, are the moments that we want to last forever.  Love makes us content with the way the world is. &lt;br /&gt;Anger is the emotion that drives us forward. No one wants to be angry, no one wants to feel real rage.  Anger makes us see the way the world is, and then gives us the strength to change it.  It is more productive to be angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5487667214758667790?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5487667214758667790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5487667214758667790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5487667214758667790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5487667214758667790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/10/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7481285114229122724</id><published>2008-10-05T11:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Tight Rope Walking</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that last post there folks, I really didnt mean to be that depressing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I find myself walking a tight rope, between two points, both saying you're ok, and that everything is meant to be the way it is, but while I'm on that tight rope, I'm unstable, and I'm not sure what I want, or if I'm ever gonna make it to the other side.  I have a tendency to love and to hate change at the same time. It can be a wonderful thing but...it scares me.  It works better if change is a slow process, not driven by outside forces, but driven by me.  I've slowly been trying new things, adding little pieces here and there, to try and make my life a better place to be. I need to be in control, but when im on that tight rope, I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7481285114229122724?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7481285114229122724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7481285114229122724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7481285114229122724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7481285114229122724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/10/tight-rope-walking.html' title='Tight Rope Walking'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8549850294940768488</id><published>2008-09-27T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one ever told me about writing.  No one told me how good it feels to put words onto paper as a purging of everything.  It was something that I just kinda learned on my own, driven by the need to find an outlet when half the time I felt like I had no voice. Its amazing how many people silence you, even if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; realize it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so tired of being silenced. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so tired of looking into other peoples eyes and seeing nothing but hatred. I've seen those eyes before, and like those, i will never forget them.  I guess I just never expected that anger to visit me again in those eyes. I'm tired of feeling guilty, for what I do, what I wear, for who I'm with. I'm tired of letting other people down.  I will be the rock, but what will everyone do if I start to crumble? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to repeat those years when I just shut myself off from the rest of the world.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be in a bubble.  &lt;br /&gt;I need something new, something different, a change for the better. Who knows when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8549850294940768488?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8549850294940768488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8549850294940768488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8549850294940768488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8549850294940768488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-one-ever-told-me-about-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-285696744375189026</id><published>2008-09-08T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Self Destruction</title><content type='html'>Ive been reflecting on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt; lately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask me why, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; noticed a distinct pattern.  maybe this is true for a lot of people, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know.  When I become lonely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; developed destructive behaviors, ones that have me reaching for things that are both physically or emotionally damaging.  Is it possible that these patterns are not just of my own doing.  Do others develop these same tendencies or is it just me? I hope its not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-285696744375189026?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/285696744375189026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=285696744375189026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/285696744375189026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/285696744375189026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-destruction.html' title='Self Destruction'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6850475714845206240</id><published>2008-09-08T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>is it possible that there could be so many people all searching for the one thing, that one little moment of connection? Is that why we all do so many things, adopting lables, and people, hoping to meet someone who is like us.  Are all the millions of blogs myspace pages and facebook groups mearly what they seem on the surface, at the most, something interesting to do, at the least a waste of time.  Or are they a more desparate attempt to avoid the loneliness of every day life.  it seems to me that the more we scramble to connect the more isolated we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen on your computer cant compete with the feeling of being encircled in someones arms, even if the embrace is nothing more than a friendly hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6850475714845206240?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6850475714845206240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6850475714845206240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6850475714845206240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6850475714845206240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/09/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4161812775547841171</id><published>2008-09-02T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:34:38.990-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>All of Me</title><content type='html'>I found this the other day, and for some reason it seems oddly fitting for today, though I wrote it in a yesterday that has long since passed. Its interesting how time comes full circle. I was asked to describe time the other day, and the description I gave was nothing like the one that you find in the dictionary. I've been thinking a lot about time lately. How it likes to repeat itself. How it likes to slow down at some moments and make them seem endless and then it can turn around and make things go by so quickly that you find yourself gasping for breath with sheer effort to stay with the moment. I cant decide whether time is my friend or something that I must fight against with all of my will. Maybe I will never know. Anyway, back to the original intent of this post. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt believe me if I told you how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fact has nothing to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doest matter because she has you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean the World to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not that I do not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that my feelings hold infinately Less than do Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kiss her, Hold her, Comfort her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I long to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for she Accepts you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rejects All of Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4161812775547841171?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4161812775547841171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4161812775547841171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4161812775547841171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4161812775547841171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-of-me.html' title='All of Me'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6036181090033969045</id><published>2008-08-28T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history is repeating itself...again and i don't know if i can do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6036181090033969045?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6036181090033969045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6036181090033969045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6036181090033969045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6036181090033969045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-is-repeating-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1727753363271794681</id><published>2008-08-22T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friend&lt;br /&gt;It rained the day you left, as if the sky was crying for your departure.  you probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know that.  i think the sky is still depressed, because it is still the cold steel gray color that marks the end of a rain shower.  i wish you were here to see it.  i know how much you loved the rain.  I know that the new place your going to cant be the same as home, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;.  but i hope that you will find new beauty in this new world of yours.  This isnt a goodbye letter.  goodbye sounds so formal, so final and i dont want this departure to be final.  so i guess you could say that this is a see you soon letter.  an i will miss you letter.  a when are you comming back letter.  because i wont be saying goodbye, not now, not then. &lt;br /&gt;See you soon&lt;br /&gt;AJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1727753363271794681?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1727753363271794681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1727753363271794681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1727753363271794681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1727753363271794681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-friend-it-rained-day-you-left-as.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5312494272810028794</id><published>2008-08-04T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Fuck You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Save the drama for your mama and get the FUCK out of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are soooo not worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5312494272810028794?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5312494272810028794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5312494272810028794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5312494272810028794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5312494272810028794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You!'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5598682085718326263</id><published>2008-07-28T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5598682085718326263?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5598682085718326263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5598682085718326263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5598682085718326263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5598682085718326263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7346349513770646082</id><published>2008-07-25T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that the Universe is trying to make me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7346349513770646082?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7346349513770646082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7346349513770646082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7346349513770646082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7346349513770646082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-that-universe-is-trying-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6938689453843002897</id><published>2008-07-22T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought that doing something, or not doing something would be so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6938689453843002897?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6938689453843002897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6938689453843002897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6938689453843002897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6938689453843002897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-never-thought-that-doing-something-or.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6423476305132146614</id><published>2008-06-28T20:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:34:38.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Hurt Me</title><content type='html'>I wanted you to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;give me something other than this to feel&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;because then you would hurt too&lt;br /&gt;but i wished&lt;br /&gt;and i almost gave in&lt;br /&gt;and asked&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;Hurt Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6423476305132146614?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6423476305132146614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6423476305132146614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6423476305132146614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6423476305132146614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/06/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt Me'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1101651188717518944</id><published>2008-06-13T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Walk in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Last night I went for a walk in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;and I found myself staring out from underneath my umbrella, out into the distance, and it came to me that I was looking for someone.and when, after a few moments I saw nothing, I realized&lt;br /&gt;the person I was looking for doesn't exist and never would. Except for in my own mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1101651188717518944?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1101651188717518944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1101651188717518944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1101651188717518944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1101651188717518944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/06/walk-in-rain.html' title='A Walk in the Rain'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8689450481933143322</id><published>2008-06-08T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Im Confused</title><content type='html'>I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to do about it because i'm terrified about what will happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8689450481933143322?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8689450481933143322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8689450481933143322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8689450481933143322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8689450481933143322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-confused.html' title='Im Confused'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8797396868277802500</id><published>2008-04-20T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:00:38.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Cyber Audience</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Audience&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last gave you something to while away at. &lt;br /&gt;It seems that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I sit down to write to you, something else distracts me from my purpose.  I wish that I could give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; now, but everything seems so inadequate and I can't bring myself to do that to you.  I wish that this was something that I could Fix easily.  It seems like forever since I wrote anything that I truly thought was original.  Sometimes it almost feels as if I'm losing myself, and there are some moments when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how I got here.  Like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was beautiful. Up on the roof with the sun setting behind the trees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buildings&lt;/span&gt; in the distance.  It was true that I was watching the world go by and that I was being vague.  But I couldn't help the moment.  The moment was beautiful.  Looking back, I notice that I have lost the knowledge of how to be alone.  That thing that kept me strong.  I need it so badly. &lt;br /&gt;So back to my original point. &lt;br /&gt;I ask for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8797396868277802500?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8797396868277802500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8797396868277802500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8797396868277802500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8797396868277802500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-cyber-audience.html' title='Dear Cyber Audience'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5764727992498250038</id><published>2008-03-26T18:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:17:19.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story (Cont'd)</title><content type='html'>"Mira Don't. Please don't." Lily looked up and her eyes were pleading, with so much pain. Mira started to say something but stopped herself. Lily looked at Mira, and it was like looking back to all those years ago, when they were so happy. Images of the Mira sleeping on that last night, flashed into Lily’s mind and Lily closed her eyes and turned her head so that Mira wouldn’t see the shimmer of tears. She blinked, once, twice and when she turned back to Mira, it was like the tears had never existed. "I Loved you, and I needed you to know that, I can’t tell you why, but it just needed to be said," Lily spoke, her voice almost a whisper. “I loved you, and now I have to leave" Lily stood, moving towards the door. Mira stood, moving to block her exit from the tiny room. &lt;br /&gt;“I can’t Stay” Lily said, pain filled her voice again, her back to Mira. &lt;br /&gt;Mira reached out to touch Lily, but dropped her hand when Lily flinched away. &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t understand” a note of pleading had crept into Mira’s voice much to her disgust.  “Why, After all of these years did you…” She let her voice trail off.  Lily felt a single tear spill down her cheek as she hurriedly tried to wipe it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5764727992498250038?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5764727992498250038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5764727992498250038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5764727992498250038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5764727992498250038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-contd.html' title='Story (Cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4620919506483331587</id><published>2008-03-26T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:34:38.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;touched by the velvet chain&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts go round me&lt;br /&gt;biting my fist&lt;br /&gt;because it feels too good&lt;br /&gt;need some more but&lt;br /&gt;DON'T&lt;br /&gt;So smooth and soft&lt;br /&gt;a guilty Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;taunting like a dream&lt;br /&gt;almost cruel in necessity&lt;br /&gt;silver light buzzes around my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4620919506483331587?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4620919506483331587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4620919506483331587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4620919506483331587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4620919506483331587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-pain-away-touched-by-velvet-chain.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2108532879577075212</id><published>2008-03-12T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:26:33.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>I'm a bitch, I'm bossy and bitchy and annoying and controlling and arrogant and nosy and a bit hypocritical.  I like things my way; I like to think that I am almost always right.  I'm Picky, and I can be a bit anal retentive.  I work too much and I chill too little.  I complain more than I should.  I’m a bit moody.  I don’t party; I don’t drink, or smoke or do drugs.  I'm normally asleep by 11PM and I hate to be woken up in the middle of the night.  I can be mean and vindictive and revengeful.  I'm private and I keep secrets, I like my space.  I sometimes try to do too much, and accomplish too little.&lt;br /&gt;I’m friendly, and I like being around people.  I love the people that I work and live with.  I love my Family both those of blood and those of the heart.  I Love to read, when I get the time, but it seems that I never do.  I walk around with a little smile on my face, and I try to look on the bright side of things when I can.  I like food, and I love good company.   I love to dance, and I love music.  I would share just about anything that I have.  If you need something I will bend over backward for you.  I’m a good listener, and I can keep a secret. I don’t care what strangers think.  I'm honest and if you really want me too I will tell you the truth.  I know when to keep my mouth shut.  I don’t care about money, and if you need some I'll be there.  I don’t keep tally of who owes who.  I want others to tell me the truth when I ask; I would do the same for you. I like to debate about things so be prepared to back up your opinion.  I have tons of favorites and I almost always have a new one.  . I love to ask questions and I’m permanently curious. &lt;br /&gt;So ask me a question.  You might just get an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2108532879577075212?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2108532879577075212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2108532879577075212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2108532879577075212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2108532879577075212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7304161468615514589</id><published>2008-02-21T14:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:29:21.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Again I find myself rambling down a thought path that I’m not sure that I want to fallow, but it seems that I’m going to take you down this road once again. Almost another year has passed since I blew out my birthday candles for the 18th time and I find myself marveling at all that has changed since then.  This new life seems like it should not fit sometimes, but then I stop thinking about it and it feels just perfect.   Maybe my resolve is weaker, because I find myself promising that I will do things differently and then a moment later I do it all over again.  What does that mean? I know that things should change but I’m not sure that I know how and thought I believe that there are things and people that change your life, no one has shown up yet.  but I know myself better now then I did a year ago, I know what I want to do, and I can see myself in that place, still I’m a little fuzzy on the details. Once again, my friends I’m being dragged away by responsibilities so until our next, adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7304161468615514589?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7304161468615514589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7304161468615514589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7304161468615514589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7304161468615514589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/02/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6084836899047189678</id><published>2008-01-30T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my call of outrage&lt;br /&gt;because it seems that&lt;br /&gt;to be who you are, is to be in protest&lt;br /&gt;so this is my statement of independance,&lt;br /&gt;i do not need that&lt;br /&gt;i do not want that&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be strong&lt;br /&gt;i am the way i am&lt;br /&gt;and thats how im gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;so for everyone who doubts&lt;br /&gt;that i can be me&lt;br /&gt;and still be ok&lt;br /&gt;this is all i have to say&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6084836899047189678?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6084836899047189678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6084836899047189678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6084836899047189678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6084836899047189678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-call-of-outrage-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7640917865627714445</id><published>2008-01-21T18:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:16:40.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Remember This...? Well it’s an old story, continued; please feel free to give suggestions, changes etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;She sat in the dark room smoking a cigarette. She was waiting for the sweet relaxation that she knew was coming. She was tense, more so than usual. She was expecting someone. A dangerous someone, not that she was any better, as a matter of fact no one she knew was. Everyone was an enemy. But this particular someone was more dangerous to her than anyone else. She ran a hand through her short dark hair and wondered why she had ever agreed to this. Suddenly, she tensed, hearing something, her right hand going quickly to her hip where her gun rested, loaded and ready to fire. The door opened to let a slender young woman into the room it was Her. "Mira" The young woman's voice was low and sweet; she sat down at the table her dark clothes revealing nothing and everything.  She was close enough that Mira could smell the light clean scent of her hair soap and feel the warmth of her body. Mira took another hit of her cigarette, waiting for the woman to speak again. When her words did come it shook Mira, making her jump out of her seat. "I didn't think that you would come"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you rather I leave?" Mira said gesturing to the door with her cigarette. The other woman looked down at her hands. "No...No I don't" she fidgeted when she spoke. Mira smiled, a tiny bit of the corner of her mouth turning up. She was nervous. Good. It was nice to have an even playing field.&lt;br /&gt;"Your note was so short, I was curious" Mira suddenly said by way of explanation, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back in the chair slouching a bit, her voice a bit harsh. The other woman laughed, the tension snapping like a twig, and suddenly Mira could breath again. Mira didn’t realize until then how nervous she really was.  She really is quite lovely, Mira thought, her long blond hair was still the same as she remembered. The image of the woman’s hair, loose and fanned around her head like a halo flashed into Mira's mind. She shook her head, like she was trying to shake the memories away. She wanted to touch this woman; run her fingers through the long silky locks, just like she had done all those years ago but she shook those memories away as well.&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you go" Mira said looking into the elusive bright eyes that were still so hard to read, her voice cracking just a little. She tapped the ash off the end of her cigarette into an ashtray that was sitting on the table. The Woman looked down avoiding Mira’s eyes. "Lily" Mira's voice was bedroom soft, soft like it had been when they were lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7640917865627714445?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7640917865627714445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7640917865627714445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7640917865627714445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7640917865627714445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2396831656020670756</id><published>2008-01-21T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:07.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Stab...Twist...Pull.</title><content type='html'>I want it so badly that it hurts like a knife stabbing into my chest and I cant seem to bring myself any closer, almost like I'm on a path that has everyone around me going in a straight line and I keep going in circles.  I want to ask someone what it is that is going wrong but no one seems to know the answer, and just blindly tell me what I want to hear so that they can assuage their own guilt.  And then people wonder why I act the way I do, and its too difficult to explain to them what they should be able to see with their own eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Basically, if you want the summery, its like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2396831656020670756?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2396831656020670756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2396831656020670756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2396831656020670756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2396831656020670756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2008/01/stabtwistpull.html' title='Stab...Twist...Pull.'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-9065195038154012935</id><published>2007-12-24T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Judgement</title><content type='html'>No one has the right to pass judgement on someone else. I hate it that people are always complaing that they are judged, when they themselves judge others.  Unless you are willing to be judged by someone else you shouldnt do it to others.  no one is perfect and anyone who claims that is hidding something.  Do not rail against hipocracy unless you are willing to look deeply into yourself for your own truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-9065195038154012935?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/9065195038154012935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=9065195038154012935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/9065195038154012935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/9065195038154012935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/12/judgement.html' title='Judgement'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8739085503333132341</id><published>2007-12-11T07:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:58:03.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain in december</title><content type='html'>This is so royally unfair its not even funny. Everyone in their right mind is still in bed and yet, because of the stupid university, which doesn't cancel for anything is still open, i am at school, because I think that I'm a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; on any terms is RAIN in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt; NORMAL!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8739085503333132341?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8739085503333132341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8739085503333132341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8739085503333132341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8739085503333132341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/12/rain-in-december.html' title='Rain in december'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1354971905138499020</id><published>2007-12-01T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:24:51.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I fear no thing that crawls the earth except the deeds of man"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1354971905138499020?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1354971905138499020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1354971905138499020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1354971905138499020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1354971905138499020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-fear-no-thing-that-crawls-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-3192995159545432590</id><published>2007-11-15T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:50:38.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does it make you think&lt;br /&gt;does it make you hope&lt;br /&gt;are you better for it&lt;br /&gt;can you escape for it&lt;br /&gt;does it touch you deeply&lt;br /&gt;does it make you feel&lt;br /&gt;does it bring you up&lt;br /&gt;does it drag you down&lt;br /&gt;do you crave it&lt;br /&gt;are you crazy in it&lt;br /&gt;are you sane&lt;br /&gt;is it spectacular&lt;br /&gt;is it plain&lt;br /&gt;is it everything&lt;br /&gt;is it nothing&lt;br /&gt;do you love it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-3192995159545432590?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/3192995159545432590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=3192995159545432590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3192995159545432590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3192995159545432590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-it-make-you-think-does-it-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2881451487520089454</id><published>2007-11-09T09:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:48:18.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too tired to post anything&lt;br /&gt;so this is gonna have to do&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2881451487520089454?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2881451487520089454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2881451487520089454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2881451487520089454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2881451487520089454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-tired-to-post-anything-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-3342211350802450147</id><published>2007-10-31T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:46:11.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what am i gonna say to you when i see you again&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to act&lt;br /&gt;you fucked everything up and now your someone that i dont know&lt;br /&gt;why would you do something so stupid&lt;br /&gt;what were you thinking&lt;br /&gt;what are you going to say to me&lt;br /&gt;are you planning on apologizing or would you rather just forget that i exist&lt;br /&gt;do you really even care&lt;br /&gt;am i apart of the life that you left behind&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna do when i see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-3342211350802450147?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/3342211350802450147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=3342211350802450147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3342211350802450147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3342211350802450147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-am-i-gonna-say-to-you-when-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-1565723565139882504</id><published>2007-10-27T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:59:41.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>i need to say something to some one but i dont really know how to start, so i guess im just gonna start by telling yall that i dont know how to start and maybe what i am trying to say or what needs to be said will come out in the end.  i didnt really realize that anyone else read this blog anymore, so this is often a commentary on what i happen to feel at a particular moment.  its just like a photograph only with words, what happens in my life or more specifically in the lives of those who are around me at times can affect what i say in this little blog of mine.  at times i have thought of getting rid of it and trying to delete it but then something happens and i am pulled back into it.  its strange the fact that all my friends started one of these things, and now i am the only one who still uses it.  i browse sometimes the old posts that i and others have written and i remember what it was like then.  its really interesting to stumble across an old blog and read about the comments of some stranger who might be halfway across the world two years ago.  who knows what might happen to us all.  a year ago i could not have imagined living this life.  in so many ways my life has changed but, ya know, it has also stayed the same.  everyone says that someday they will look back and laugh, but whenever i look back, i just think how sad everyone is.  why is it that the emotions we express to the world are most often the ones of loss or depression.  is it really optamistic of me to think that everyone deserves to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact is i dont know. i dont know much of anything.  and no one seems inclined to tell me but this i do know.  i will always tell the truth, and for all of you out there in cyber land, that is something that is actually real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-1565723565139882504?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/1565723565139882504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=1565723565139882504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1565723565139882504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/1565723565139882504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/10/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2870217854052963706</id><published>2007-10-22T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:27:50.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is none of your bussiness what she does or who she fucks or where she is so shut the fuck up and get your head out of your ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2870217854052963706?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/2870217854052963706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=2870217854052963706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2870217854052963706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/2870217854052963706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-none-of-your-bussiness-what-she.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4663390431632977942</id><published>2007-09-25T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.094-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think im too practical to fall in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4663390431632977942?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4663390431632977942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4663390431632977942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4663390431632977942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4663390431632977942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-think-im-too-practical-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5542278940675318563</id><published>2007-09-24T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:22:41.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from M&amp;O</title><content type='html'>"One by one the penguins are stealing my sanity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a Crazy Monkey!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5542278940675318563?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5542278940675318563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5542278940675318563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5542278940675318563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5542278940675318563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotes-from-m.html' title='Quotes from M&amp;O'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-742383374809818558</id><published>2007-09-24T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i love my room mates, or house mates or whatever you want to call them, and one of the reason i love them is because i never see them so it makes it so much easier to not to be angry at them.  whats really interesting though is now that i live with these people i want less and less to do with them.  i can imagine that it would almost be better to live with complete strangers because then, i wouldn't really know them enough to miss their company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-742383374809818558?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/742383374809818558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=742383374809818558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/742383374809818558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/742383374809818558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-love-my-room-mates-or-house-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6342548734504284227</id><published>2007-08-28T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:35:10.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>okay, so now i am feeling so much better, since that last post because i had vented to someone who i was not living with, i read the post and it hits me as really ironic, because there i was begging for the salvation of my soul and i finish with Peace, which for those of you who dont know me, is a very common signiture, and i realize how ironic that sounds.  okay so the irony might not hit anyone else the way it did me but i thought that i might comment on my unintentional hipocracy.  I guess my housemates are starting to rub off on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6342548734504284227?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6342548734504284227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6342548734504284227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6342548734504284227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6342548734504284227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/08/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-3740283444001813858</id><published>2007-08-28T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i feel like my soul is in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-3740283444001813858?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/3740283444001813858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=3740283444001813858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3740283444001813858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/3740283444001813858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/08/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8038890385377509241</id><published>2007-08-27T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Okay so the first day of classes for me has ended. and i really must admit that it is almost exactly like the first day of highschool, lots of going over the syllabi and taking role, and a LOT of TA's Talking about themselves and a couple or really lame icebrakers which did nothing to make th e TA's look more professional or make the class more interesting. They just make me more boared.  I really like my american politics class and i really like my judeo-christian tradition class,  but the professors in the other classes i am  not so sure about.  Anyway, now i start my first day of work.  So wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8038890385377509241?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8038890385377509241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8038890385377509241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8038890385377509241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8038890385377509241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-5768470905724669684</id><published>2007-08-19T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:44:48.096-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I start College in one week&lt;br /&gt;and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; terrified and i am at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;. I cant wait, but i know that there is nothing that i can do about it and the wait is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and i know that everyone is saying poor baby but this is gonna be an insane year, for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5768470905724669684?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5768470905724669684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5768470905724669684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5768470905724669684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5768470905724669684'/><link 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FEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see ya'll later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-5333068774282089201?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/5333068774282089201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=5333068774282089201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5333068774282089201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/5333068774282089201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/08/michfest.html' title='michfest'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-241727199303311097</id><published>2007-07-24T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:37:59.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isnt it interesting</title><content type='html'>isnt it intresting&lt;br /&gt;what space and time can create&lt;br /&gt;a intense devotion&lt;br /&gt;a empty nothingness&lt;br /&gt;isnt it interesting&lt;br /&gt;what memory makes&lt;br /&gt;a happiness hoped for&lt;br /&gt;a saboteur scorned&lt;br /&gt;isnt it intresting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-241727199303311097?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/241727199303311097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=241727199303311097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/241727199303311097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/241727199303311097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/07/isnt-it-interesting.html' title='isnt it interesting'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-2219519666217069826</id><published>2007-07-08T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:14:35.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Got A Tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;it is really awesome&lt;br /&gt;i will be posting a picture of it once it heals&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-2219519666217069826?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8114244604288717019</id><published>2007-07-01T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:53:24.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering how everyones summer has been going&lt;br /&gt;mine is just fab.&lt;br /&gt;okay this post seems really pointless now&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i will keep it for now&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8114244604288717019?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8114244604288717019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8114244604288717019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8114244604288717019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8114244604288717019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-just-wondering-how-everyones-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-234028173796650007</id><published>2007-05-31T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:40.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;ive graduated&lt;br /&gt;its kinda disapointing&lt;br /&gt;not much has changed&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;its kinda boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-234028173796650007?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/234028173796650007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=234028173796650007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/234028173796650007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/234028173796650007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-ive-graduated-its-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-4817362955497577674</id><published>2007-05-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:04:02.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE ARE 3 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-4817362955497577674?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/4817362955497577674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=4817362955497577674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4817362955497577674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/4817362955497577674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-are-13-days-of-school-left.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8458060789511048943</id><published>2007-02-28T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:43:55.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are a complete fuck up&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you know this or not but you hurt the people that you suposedidly care about the most and you expect them to kiss your ass all the time and forgive you in a moment. &lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;do you just not realize that this is happening or are you too wrapped up in your own little world to notice or even care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8458060789511048943?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8458060789511048943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8458060789511048943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8458060789511048943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8458060789511048943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-complete-fuck-up-i-dont-know-if.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-6226558614750837552</id><published>2007-02-19T14:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:08:24.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that I have broken the record for most promdresses tried on in a single weekend, in the past two days I have tried on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PROMDRESSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish no one to be subjected to that. Ever. But the good news is that I have one picked out, and at the risk of sounding like a prissy snob I must say that it is FABULOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;and you should see the shoes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-6226558614750837552?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/6226558614750837552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=6226558614750837552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6226558614750837552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/6226558614750837552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-that-i-have-broken-record-for_19.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-302640281087082003</id><published>2007-01-25T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:50:58.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic Looser</title><content type='html'>i love how no one ever posts coments on this damn blog.  if your all not carefull i might start to think that no one is out  there  in cyberland.  So if anyone is listening, i am trying to post more often, and if not ,  maybe years from now some one will read this and wonder who the pathetic looser was who wrote this. &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;AJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-302640281087082003?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/302640281087082003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=302640281087082003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/302640281087082003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/302640281087082003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/01/pathetic-looser.html' title='Pathetic Looser'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7787865871844287663</id><published>2007-01-16T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:53:57.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA</title><content type='html'>we all know what it is, we all know who causes it, and for some reason it always seems to center around one person. but, though we whine and complain about the drama in our lives you know that we all secretly like it. we are secretly looking forward to the next episode in the saga known as life. so i say, shut up and deal with it...you know you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7787865871844287663?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7787865871844287663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7787865871844287663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7787865871844287663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7787865871844287663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/01/drama-drama-drama.html' title='DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7812037652683290117</id><published>2007-01-11T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:45:14.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all love you, and you know it so i dont understand what makes you think that we wont help you? all we want, is for you to be happy, and even if they deny it if they looked deep inside of themselves they would feel the same, because the best thing that a person can wish on another is to be happy.  that pharase is over used today but the truth and the meaning behind it is still there, its still true.  So this is my wish of the world.  Be Joyful, Be Happy, and Be Loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7812037652683290117?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7812037652683290117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7812037652683290117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7812037652683290117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7812037652683290117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-all-love-you-and-you-know-it-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-8043514613768522792</id><published>2007-01-07T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T10:41:58.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holla every one&lt;br /&gt;just thought that i would say hi&lt;br /&gt;so hi&lt;br /&gt;okay this is really randome so i think that i will go now&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-8043514613768522792?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/8043514613768522792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=8043514613768522792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8043514613768522792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/8043514613768522792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/01/holla-every-one-just-thought-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-7915565401234367588</id><published>2007-01-03T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:38:00.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish everyone good things for this year&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-7915565401234367588?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/7915565401234367588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=7915565401234367588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7915565401234367588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/7915565401234367588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-116300316552574957</id><published>2006-11-08T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:34:47.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/1600/MPj04023750000[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/320/MPj04023750000%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, After 4 years of toil and struggle, I earned my Varsity letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah Me!&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/10815430-116300316552574957?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/116300316552574957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=116300316552574957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116300316552574957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116300316552574957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/11/letter-winner.html' title='Letter Winner'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-116283056509400155</id><published>2006-11-06T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:24:15.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>V FOR VENDETTA</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember the beginning scene in V for Vendetta? &lt;br /&gt;check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fact: Guido"Guy" Fawkes was one of the catholic conspirators who planted 36 barrels of gunpowder beneath the house of lords in 1605. The plan to blow up the houses of parliament went awry when one of the conspirators tipped of a sympathetic catholic lord, hoping to spare his life. Fawkes was caught in the basement before he could light the gunpowder He was tortured on he rack until he confessed then later hung, drawn and quartered. Every November 5th, villages and towns across England celebrate Fawke's Failure with fireworks and a bonfire in which he is burned in effigy. " &lt;em&gt;Fact or Crap Workman Publishing 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-116283056509400155?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/116283056509400155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=116283056509400155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116283056509400155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116283056509400155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/11/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V FOR VENDETTA'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-116014958337825014</id><published>2006-10-06T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:46:23.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim seasons over :) :(</title><content type='html'>Swim Practice&lt;br /&gt;while simotanously the bain of my existance (at least during the fall)&lt;br /&gt;is the best thing that i have ever done in high school. &lt;br /&gt;Senior night was yesturday, and the highlight of my evening was not the secondplace finish in the breast stoke or the cake but it was watching my mom put the tiara on my very gay assiatant coach trish.  you all should have seen the look on her face.  it will deffinitly live on in memory. &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-116014958337825014?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/116014958337825014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=116014958337825014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116014958337825014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/116014958337825014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/10/swim-seasons-over.html' title='Swim seasons over :) :('/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115569364724922685</id><published>2006-08-15T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:01:17.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just goin with the flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115569364724922685?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115569364724922685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115569364724922685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115569364724922685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115569364724922685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-goin-with-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115473204721154702</id><published>2006-08-04T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:54:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/320/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yeah! I'm going to Michigan isn't that totally Awesome! So Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115473204721154702?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115473204721154702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115473204721154702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115473204721154702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115473204721154702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-im-going-to-michigan-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115273554110518040</id><published>2006-07-12T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:19:01.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Month</title><content type='html'>Which Would you rather Be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dazzlingly Clever,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angelically Kind,    Or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divinely Beautiful?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115273554110518040?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115273554110518040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115273554110518040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115273554110518040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115273554110518040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/07/question-of-month.html' title='Question of the Month'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115136960621646047</id><published>2006-06-26T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:53:26.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/1600/3-25-06%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5495/852/400/3-25-06%20047.jpg" 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/10815430-115136960621646047?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115136960621646047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115136960621646047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115136960621646047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115136960621646047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115119966626446308</id><published>2006-06-24T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:42:15.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take something great away from everything that you do&lt;br /&gt;for it is the experiences of our lives that give us strength and understanding&lt;br /&gt;the experiences that build our character and guide our lives&lt;br /&gt;so...You may not be the strongest, or the tallest or the wisest or have the most medals&lt;br /&gt;but you are the person that you make yourself become&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115119966626446308?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115119966626446308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115119966626446308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115119966626446308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115119966626446308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-something-great-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115102810516512611</id><published>2006-06-22T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:01:45.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you, your thoughts mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry that I tease.  It is only meant in fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115102810516512611?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115102810516512611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115102810516512611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115102810516512611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115102810516512611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-your-thoughts-mean-lot-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115086022829453998</id><published>2006-06-20T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:23:48.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Will and Testament</title><content type='html'>What would you do if someone that you cared about died?&lt;br /&gt;even if it was only for a short amount of time? Like a year or two? Would you fly halfway around the world to talk to them one last time? Where would you want to be most of all? What if they took the someone that you loved away from you? What if you had no idea what happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;just some thing to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Will and Testament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mother I leave all my possessions except for those which are listed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kirsten, I leave my stop sign and my little blue book, for you are the one who I trust most with my secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nima, I leave my Books, for off all those I know you are the one who I know would keep them and remember them for the connections that they bring to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tomeka, I leave the diary where I keep all the stories that I have written, I know how much you dislike technology, maybe you will contribute to what I have already started&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115086022829453998?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115086022829453998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115086022829453998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115086022829453998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115086022829453998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-will-and-testament.html' title='Last Will and Testament'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11126666179838867248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODob_FfIQRI/SsF9AGGyCQI/AAAAAAAAACA/if_IeehEWOs/S220/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10815430.post-115020966090649689</id><published>2006-06-13T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:04:09.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She sat in the dark room smoking a cigarette. She was waiting for the sweet relation that she knew was coming. She was tense, came with the territory but more so than usual. She was expecting someone. A dangerous someone. Not that she was any better, as a matter of fact no one she knew was. It was a dark time when everyone was a enemy. But this particular someone was more dangerous to her than anyone else. She ran a hand through her short dark hair and wondered why she had ever agreed to this.  Suddenly, she tensed, hearing something, her right hand going quickly to her hip where a semiautomatic pistol rested loaded and ready to fire. The door opened to let a slender young woman into the the room it was Her. "Mira" The young woman's voice was low and sweet, she sat down at the table here dark clothes revealing nothing and everything but there was no doubt in Mira's mind that she was carrying a gun, she always had. She was close enough , that Mira could smell the light clean scent of her hair soap. Mira took another hit of her cigarette, waiting for the woman to speak again. When her words did come it shook Mira, making her jump out of her seat.  "I didn't think that you would come" It was still a shock to hear her voice after so much time. "Would you rather I leave?" Mira said gesturing to the door with her cigarette, her voice dripping with irony. The other Woman momentarily looked confused "No...No I don't" she fidgeted when she spoke. Mira smiled a tiny bit the corner of her mouth turning up. She was nervous. Good. It was nice to have an even playing field. "Your note was So short, I was curious" Mira suddenly responded by way of explanation, shrugging her shoulders. The other woman laughed, the tension snapping like a twig, and suddenly Mira Could breath again. She really is quite lovely, Mira thought, her long blond hair was still the same as she remembered. The immage of the womans hair, loos and fanned around her head like a halo flashed into Mira's mind.  She shook her head, like she was trying to shake the memories away. She wanted to touch her, run her fingers through the long silky locks, just like she had done all those years ago but she shook those memories away as well. "Where did you go" Mira said looking into the elusive bright eyes that were still so hard to read, her voice cracking just a little. "after you left?"she tapped the ash off the end of her cigarette into an ashtray that was sitting on the table. The Woman looked down avoiding her eyes. "Lily" Mira's voice was bedroom soft "Don't. Please don't." Lily looked up and her eyes were pleading as she looked at Mira. Mira looked like she was about to say something but stopped herself. Lily looked at Mira, and it was like looking back to all those years ago, when they were so happy.  Lily closed her eyes and turned her head so that Mira wouldnt see the shimmer of tears in her eyes.  She let them dry, and when she turned back to Mira, it was like the tears had never existed.  "I Loved You, and I needed you to know that, I cant tell you why, but it needed to be said," Lily spoke, her voice almost a whisper.  " I loved you, and now I have to leave" Lily stood, moving towards the door.   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me what you think please! I will be adding segments to this so stop back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10815430-115020966090649689?l=practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/feeds/115020966090649689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10815430&amp;postID=115020966090649689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115020966090649689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10815430/posts/default/115020966090649689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://practicallyimpractical.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-sat-in-dark-room-smoking-cigarette.html' 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